Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 246 The Humiliation Doubled

"That person is a fraud, a lucky guy who got ahead purely by talent. His knowledge is not even as good as my students', so he is not worth learning from at all." Miranda's expression was disdainful, like a proud swan with its neck held high.

"Yeah! He won't put his energy into healing spells." Selena smiled meaningfully.

"Who is he? Do you know him?" Miranda stared at Kazilan's big eyes with curiosity.

"The higher-ups know all about this! You should know too." Selena silently cast a spell to heat the water. "After all, you're also involved with him."

"Please be frank," Miranda said, her brow furrowed.

"He's a god!" Selena finally stopped keeping her in suspense and revealed the truth.

Miranda's eyes widened, as if a thunderbolt had struck her head.

"I see!"

No wonder he lacked the demeanor of a respected elder and behaved like a teenage boy.

Well, the little rascal is messing with his mother.

Miranda's face flushed, feeling doubled in psychological humiliation, but no physical discomfort.

"Damn it!" the woman said, scratching her head in frustration.

"The opportunity to accompany a god is far more precious than learning the art of life weaving. Moreover, he is an exceptional figure in history. Many people outside would love to spend tens of thousands of gold, yet you just gave it up so easily?" Selena slowly sank to the bottom of the water and did not resurface for a long time.

Miranda didn't hear a word Miranda said. Her mind was filled with thoughts of revenge.

Running over the wheels directly or squeezing them dry are just basic operations.

In her imagination, she had transformed into a ferocious mother wolf, tearing at the little rascal's body without restraint.

Absolutely, absolutely not, will not let this go easily!

"Xiao An, Xiao An! How's my big bathtub?" Yin Yue showed off her ceramic bathtub to Tai An.

"Not so great, just average, smaller than Fu's house." Tai'an said dismissively.

"Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it. The dorm is only so big, and there's no room for a bigger bathtub." Yin Yue turned on the shower and started filling the bathtub with water. "When you come back with me during winter break, I'll take you to my private hot spring."

"You still want to go back." Tai'an's hand moved behind the silver skirt, feeling that the fabric was a bit thin.

"Xiao An, want to take a bath together?" Yin Yue had a weak sense of shame. However, this only applied to Tai An.

"Okay, I'll allow you to scrub my back!"

As if it were an honor to rub his back, Yin Yue playfully stuck out her tongue when Tai An wasn't looking.

The Wizarding Division was peaceful, but strange and turbulent things continued to rage outside.

They became increasingly aggressive and their numbers grew larger. The residents of the capital were utterly disturbed and couldn't sleep at night.

The little monsters have taken over various items in the house: clothes, rags, mops, chairs, and wardrobes.

In theory, anything containing organic matter can become a strange vessel for possession.

Fortunately, the Spellcasters' Guild activated the Holy Light Purification Barrier in time, and the riots in the inner city were quelled.

The cost of the city's protective barrier is astronomical every second. It was only activated during times of war.

The bizarre disasters have now spread so widely that it feels like facing a dimensional invasion.

The situation is extremely serious!

It's important to understand that this is not yet the time when the planes truly and completely converge.

For the vast majority of people, it is destined to leave an unforgettable impression. A very small number of lucky individuals, either due to emotional stimulation or by accidentally absorbing fragments of a soul, awaken their spellcasting abilities.

In fact, many people are just one step away. All they need is a trigger to enter the mysterious door.

The Night Watch organization was completely paralyzed.

The outer city is rife with bizarre occurrences, to the point where they are beyond control.

Therefore, the patrol team was left to their own devices.

Aglaia, acting alone, was surrounded and attacked. Countless objects flew through the air, constantly crashing into her pure white protective aura, as if she were the intruder.

The enormous wooden goblet, like a hammer, relentlessly tried to strike the girl's head. Even as its own form shattered, it did not stop.

hateful!

Agrea was extremely annoyed, wielding the Divine Judgment in one hand and holding up the Divine Shield in the other to struggle against the attack.

They were repeatedly forced to retreat back into the Holy Light Barrier.

It would be even better if it were a little stronger...

Although I received the Dragon Blood Pill, a cultivation resource from the young master, I felt it didn't have much effect at all.

Agrea was obsessed with the taste of the life potion, almost to the point of being bewitched. She unconsciously pursed her pale pink lips.

"Young Master!"

"What is it?"

"Can I use my points to exchange for some health potions?"

"Are you injured or what happened?"

"no."

Aglaia suddenly realized something. Had she really drunk a life-saving potion?

Could it be something else strange?

"What are you thinking about? Your heart is beating so fast."

"Young Master! If I have done something wrong, will you forgive me?"

"No, those who do wrong must be severely punished."

……

Blue Rose Main City.

The bell tower rang out a melodious chime, a highly penetrating sound that, amplified by the inscriptions, could travel for dozens of miles in the quiet night.

While both are strange calamities, the situation here is far less severe than in the capital due to the lower population density.

Earl Tyrell personally led the suppression, sending out everyone from the lord's castle.

With a gentle swing of the family's inherited weapon, the Blue Rose Sword, various objects flying in the sky froze into blue ice blocks, which then fell to the ground and turned into ice powder and fragments.

The power of the Blue Rose Sword goes far beyond this. Legend has it that it was created by the ancestors of the Blue Rose family from a cluster of ice crystals shaped like a special blue rose, which they found in the glaciers of the Northern Continent and transformed using shapeshifting magic.

Although its power cannot compare to that of a divine artifact, it has been refined over the ages and is now nearly as formidable. Its wielder can use this sword to contend with even Saint-level experts.

The Blue Rose Sword, as a symbol of the lord, holds special significance.

"My lord, a powerful and eerie phenomenon has appeared in the west of the city," the spellcaster responsible for maintaining nighttime security reported telepathically.

"I'm on my way!"

Tyron swung his sword, his frost battle aura perfectly combined with the Blue Rose Sword, freezing everything in its path.

A troublesome tree has mysteriously transformed into an ice sculpture.

The sword trembled slightly, and the ice sculpture cracked and shattered with a crash!

Then, he leaped into the air.

Taiya kept waving her walnut staff, sending fireballs flying one after another. It couldn't be more perfect for bullying the little monster.

It requires almost no magic power; the walnut staff has an innate ability to gather fire magic, which can be activated with a fire magic orb.

She only needs to mentally lock onto the target to aim.

Greenfield and Taiya acted together, their flaming greatswords dancing wildly in the night sky, their shoulder-length red hair fluttering, creating a striking visual effect.

With the guardian Bruno protecting them, the two had a great time and felt no pressure at all.

(End of this chapter)