Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 6 The Manipulators Behind the Scenes

"It's almost over!"

On the stands, Lonne, the instructor of the Warrior Division, slowly shook his head.

Greenfield, struggling to keep up with his opponents, was already at his limit, while Carlo Jones, playing steadily, had only expended some energy and was in good overall condition.

He was sent flying backward again, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to his feet, barely managing to stand with his sword, his knees slightly bent.

The green-haired youth, believing victory was assured, coldly swung his final sword.

Grinfield gritted his teeth and drew his sword to retaliate.

Outside the arena, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

A sense of regret arose in Taiya; perhaps she should have firmly stopped this unfair duel earlier.

Greenfield is about to die a vile death.

Carlo Jones's seemingly sure-fire strike inexplicably landed on thin air, leaving him looking bewildered and confused.

The next instant, blood burst from his body.

The red-inscribed sword slashed diagonally into his body.

As he fell, Carlo Jones's eyes were dazed, and Greenfield, who was so close to him, seemed to appear as a double image.

The vast arena fell silent for three seconds, then erupted in an even louder roar. The referee announced in a loud voice: "The winner, Greenfield!"

"They actually won!" Taiya exclaimed in disbelief.

Tai'an couldn't help but smile. The most skillful way to deal with women is to flatter them to death, elevate their status, and make them make a wrong judgment about themselves.

As a prominent figure, Greenfield will inevitably rise to higher levels. At that time, she will naturally look down on her previously weak and incompetent fiancé.

Why not just call off the engagement and find a submissive partner instead?

Thinking of this, Tai'an secretly applauded himself for his clever move: "Brilliant!"

Several prepared priests and healers hurriedly went up on stage and surrounded the two.

Carlo Jones was seriously injured and had lost consciousness.

Greenfield's injuries were also serious. Expensive, high-quality life-saving potions were poured down her throat without regard to cost, nourishing her injured organs. Visibly, her pale complexion transformed into an unusual rosy glow.

"Thank you everyone!" The red-haired girl coughed repeatedly, barely managing to maintain an elegant posture as she bowed slightly.

The positive effects of healing hands and rejuvenation techniques cannot be denied.

"I suggest you stay at the school hospital for two days to avoid any lasting effects," the black-haired beauty replied to the sorcerer's advice.

"I know." Greenfield raised his sleeve and wiped the bloodstains from his lips.

Ashley, her servant looking anxious, rushed into the arena: "Miss, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I just need some time to recuperate."

As the two protagonists of the duel departed one after the other, the crowd of onlookers in the arena gradually dispersed.

"What! Xiao An, why did you sign up for the Wizarding Division?" Taiya raised her voice.

"Isn't it just to avoid you?" Tai'an secretly curled his lip. "I think wizards are more powerful in combat."

"Indeed, the various schools of wizarding have always been very strong, producing many elites. Unlike the mage branch, which has too many incompetent fools mixed in. I've heard that wizards are aloof and difficult to deal with." Taiya tapped her chin with her finger.

"Anyway, the treatment is very good. You can live in a whole building by yourself, with a small courtyard. My address is No. 17 Pale Courtyard. You can come and visit when you have time." Taian turned his head and glanced at Mussophie.

Taiya's girlfriends surrounded the housekeeper, curiously touching and groping him.

Someone offered extremely generous compensation to poach him.

However, the law-abiding pandas remained unmoved, completely unmoved by reason.

"Aren't you going a bit too far?" Taiya put her hands on her waist and walked up to the purple-haired girl. "You're poaching people right in front of me."

Seven Nights, the beloved daughter of Earl Purple Stone, is a third-year student in the Magic Swordsman Academy and one of the academy's four beauties.

She possesses a bewitching and mysterious aura, and is rumored to have demonic blood. Her facial features are even more exquisite than Taiya's, but her figure is far inferior.

"Taiya, don't be so stingy! The butler isn't your servant, he's just employed by your family. At worst, I'll pay a penalty for breach of contract."

The purple-haired girl loved the panda man's fur coat; she couldn't put it down.

"I will not leave the young master." Mussophie's attitude was firm and left no room for negotiation.

Let's go!

Having already said goodbye, Tai'an left with a clear conscience. The two grown men simply vanished on the spot.

The purple-haired girl was slightly taken aback, reached out to try to touch it, but grasped at empty air.

It's not a rudimentary light distortion trick, or a basic stealth technique that only allows you to stand still; it's a much more sophisticated form of invisibility.

Taeya's brother is really something else...

Qi Ye ruled out the possibility of using a secret treasure in his mind. The fact that the two disappeared almost simultaneously, rather than one after the other, could only be achieved by the caster.

At the age of thirteen, he was already able to cast basic spells, so his future potential is foreseeable.

Tai'an didn't forget to mark Taiya with his mental energy so that he could easily locate her in the future.

In an era with limited information access, finding someone was incredibly difficult. Sometimes, once someone disappeared, they were gone forever…

It's worth noting that the mental energy marker has a limited lifespan. Over time, the connection will gradually weaken, requiring reinforcement.

Taiya's mental energy mark only lasts for about two to three days, making its effect practically useless, requiring reinforcement almost daily. Moreover, her mental energy cannot attach to her younger brother at all; she had tried many times before without success.

Even after more than half a year, the spiritual imprint of Tai'an can still faintly sense the traces of Atayal.

The Wizarding Division.

Taian and Mussofi presented their student IDs and servant IDs and passed through smoothly.

The two outcasts leaped and bounded wildly through the wizarding branch, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the gate of their new home.

Tai'an checked the address again, took out the dormitory key, inserted it into the stone keyhole, and pushed open the hollowed-out black iron gate.

"From now on, we'll live here..."

Arriving on his own turf, the boy relaxed and spread his arms.

"What time is it now?"

Under the unchanging, pale sky, Mussophie could not discern the approximate time.

With a thought, Tai'an's eyes were filled with light.

A level 0 trick, at the right time.

By using a specific inscription array to sign a contract with the ever-running celestial clock, a projection can be summoned.

"At 3:55 PM, let's tidy up the new house first, then prepare dinner..."

"Yes, young master!"

The spring cleaning began, and Mussophie's housekeeping skills were absolutely top-notch; she never slacked off. She lifted a heavy wardrobe weighing several hundred pounds as easily as a small stool. The bear-people are born with superhuman strength.

Tai'an kept taking out all sorts of odds and ends from his spatial ring: clothes, shoes, pots and pans, firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, various seasonings, and even furniture.

Before leaving the territory, they prepared all the necessities they could use, in a wide variety of kinds.

The two of them worked for more than an hour and finally got everything mostly tidied up.

Mussofi wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and let out a long sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)