Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 235 The Royal Treasure

Blue Dragon Egg, Mithril Staff, Spatial Ring, Phoenix Blood, Elf Dragon Core, Abyss Lord's Heart...

The catalog list is so extensive that it can be overwhelming.

Tai'an sensed his father-in-law's sincerity, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face. Many top-tier resources are priceless treasures, beyond monetary value: "Earth Spirit Liquid, I'd like to see its quality."

"No problem." Alfred winked at the court mage, who understood and went into the vault. A moment later, he took out a funnel-shaped glass bottle containing a milky white liquid with a total capacity of about two hundred milliliters.

"Earth Spirit Fluid is a very precious resource that can improve a person's cultivation aptitude!" Alfred muttered to himself, feeling a little reluctant to part with it.

Tai'an carefully loosened the bottle stopper and sniffed it to confirm that it was well-preserved and that the spiritual energy had not been lost. He then considered it the first item: "Good stuff. Giving it to some good-for-nothings would be a waste. Take out as much as you have."

"No, that's all." Alfred shook his head.

"Alright!" Tai'an didn't hesitate. He hadn't put in much effort anyway, so he might as well consider it free.

Thinking about it this way, I instantly felt clear-headed and relaxed.

"Secondly, I want the meat-based Ganoderma lucidum!"

"What use do you have for this?" Alfred asked, puzzled.

Meat Ganoderma can replace monster meat as a cultivation resource for martial artists. It only needs to be fed some food to be harvested repeatedly. However, its growth rate is very slow, so it can only supply a small number of people, and its value is not as high as one might imagine.

Tai'an said, "I want a little of everything."

"Alright..." Alfred readily agreed.

A moment later, the court monk brought over an exquisite gift box. Seven different types of Ganoderma lucidum were placed separately in glass jars within the box's recesses.

"Go and raise it! If it dies, come back and ask me for it again." Alfred said with a beaming smile, mainly because the things Taian had chosen were far from what he had expected, and he suspected that Alfred was just being polite.

Tai'an leisurely flipped through the catalog of the treasure trove's collection. There were quite a few rare items, but their uses remained undetermined; if someone was interested, they would ask someone to take them out for a closer look.

The remnant left behind by the fallen Seraph, its transparent crystal core constantly radiating divine power.

Tai'an held the object in his palm and tossed it around, seemingly lost in thought.

"Long ago, legend has it that a great battle took place on this land, and in the end, the Seraph and the Abyss Lord perished together." Alfred mentioned the origin of the crystal: "If you want, I'll give you both."

"So much time has passed? Is the Abyss Lord's heart still active?" Taian asked curiously.

"That Abyss Lord's heart isn't some aging, decaying flesh and blood, but an elemental essence!" Alfred explained.

Tai'an accepted his father-in-law's kindness. Before leaving, he confirmed the contact information. If he needed anything in the future, he could leave a message at the Dawn Church with Bishop Huayun; his three-eyed raven clone would visit almost every day.

"May I ask, which deity is behind the Church of Dawn?" Alfred couldn't help but show a respectful attitude.

Because the significance of an immortal god surpasses that of an earthly emperor.

They are like stars, enduring through the ages. Those who rule in different countries are but fleeting clouds in the sky.

"The hidden god cannot be spoken of!" Tai'an thought he was being clever and came up with a perfunctory answer.

King Alfred believed it to be true.

The courtier faithfully recorded the conversation between the two supreme beings. As time passed, the god of dawn was regarded by all beings as a deity who held secret authority.

……

The northern continent is an endless expanse of frozen soil. Even in the height of summer, the ice fields show no signs of melting.

The land was so barren that it yielded little food. Instead, it was mostly covered with tenacious weeds that grew deep in the snow.

This has allowed some snow hares, snow chickens, and snow mice to survive, and then some mid-level predators such as snow foxes, snow wolves, and snow snakes will appear.

Once upon a time, the polar bear was the predator at the top of the northern continent, but it gradually disappeared after the arrival of the orcs.

Thanks to the vastness of the northern continent, the orcish tribal alliance gained some breathing space. Humans, for the time being, looked down upon this harsh and cold land.

Deep within the snowy mountains, in a temple, the mud pool beneath the altar churned. A group of holy beastmen gradually revealed their faces and bodies.

High Priest Otoma raised his hands and solemnly recited an incomprehensible eulogy, creating a very ceremonial atmosphere.

The complete annihilation of the army was unexpected by everyone who knew the truth.

The death of Guardian Kruman served as a wake-up call for all the orc sanctuaries present.

A powerful individual carrying five divine artifacts and mastering both magic and martial arts to the extreme could theoretically contend with a god. Even if they were defeated, they should at least have a chance to escape!

They were eager to learn the details of the battle from Krugman.

High Priest Otoma recalled the five divine artifacts. Each artifact was the exclusive possession of a powerful divine son, symbolizing a glorious era.

The five divine artifacts are equivalent to five spellcasters with domains, plus Kruman himself. With six domains combined, they are determined to fight to the death. Even in defeat, they will surely be honorable.

The result was unexpected.

"The opponent only used one move!" The resurrected Kruman looked blank, lost in memories: "The golden fist pierced through my body, and I couldn't stop it."

"Perhaps it was too rushed, and my preparations were insufficient, so the overlap of the domains wasn't perfect," the guardian of the Behemoth God reflected.

"The cunning human god will surely ascend directly to deal with you," the hot-tempered Behemoth elder said with certainty.

"That possibility cannot be ruled out!" High Priest Otoma's gaze was deep and unfathomable.

However, they couldn't even withstand a single blow. All their plans were meaningless; they could only continue to lie low, waiting for the divine child to reach his peak before engaging humanity in a final, decisive battle.

……

As night fell over the royal city, all sorts of strange occurrences began to appear in rapid succession.

A bizarre humanoid figure dressed in white, relying on hopping to move, recklessly chased passersby, sticking out a long, bright red tongue to wrap around a girl's neck, its ten sharp, long fingernails resembling daggers.

A young swordsman from nearby arrived just in time and severed the eerie long tongue with his sword.

Are you alright?

The girl, overwhelmed by negative energy, collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The young swordsman, disregarding his own safety, charged towards the white-clad monster committing the evil deeds. His seemingly inevitable strikes all missed their mark, and a chill ran down his spine: "Damn it! If you're not strong enough, don't try to show off!"

The young swordsman regretted his impulsive actions, knowing that only when the difference in strength was too great would he be unable to even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.

Keep swinging your sword, never stop, or you'll die.

The man in white chuckled eerily, seemingly enjoying a cat-and-mouse game.

The fear of intelligent beings is what they consider the most delicious food.

Previous text revised: Tai'an didn't take the spoils because he looked down on the orcs' trash.

(End of this chapter)