I flew on a sword at the magic academy

"Hey, that guy who went to study in India is back too?" Someone in the crowd nearby exclaimed in surprise, and many people looked in one direction.

He was a young nobleman, with several voluptuous beauties on either side of him, drinking and making merry.

"I heard that India is full of ascetics who emphasize purity and abstinence, but this guy is an exception. After returning to China, he can't live without women every day. I really don't know what he learned in India." Someone whispered.

However, no one dared to underestimate this person. His name was Sweet, the only son of Duke Amos. He was sent to India to train at a very young age, which is why he was only a novice magician in the field of magic. However, he was suspected of having received the true teachings of the ancient Buddhist kingdom of India, and he was a rare opponent in the imperial city.

Just then, a woman's soft, angry voice rang out.

"Sweet! You bastard! Is this how you treat me? I'm breaking off our engagement!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an extremely beautiful woman, but her pretty face was now ashen with anger.

Everyone was stunned. This was Sweet's fiancée, a jewel in the imperial city who could be compared to the Sixteenth Princess and the eldest daughter of the Frank family.

It's truly speechless that someone with such a fiancée would be so indecent.

"Hey beautiful, are you calling me? Want to come over and have a drink?" Sweet laughed loudly, whether from being drunk or simply being a womanizer, it was hard to tell.

"Throw him into the lake to feed the fish!" Sweet's fiancée shouted angrily, ordering the servants who were with her.

Those servants looked old, but they were actually powerful individuals at the level of high-level mages.

Just as they were about to make their move, Sweet's body suddenly emitted a blazing radiance, and the phantom of an angry Vajra appeared behind him, wielding a vajra and sending the servants flying.

"What? Even a high-level mage can't do anything to him?"

"Could it be that he really received the true teachings of the ancient Buddha of India?" Many people looked surprised.

"Come on, beautiful lady, let's continue drinking." Sweet put his arm around a young girl's slender waist, poured the wine onto her snow-white skin, and then greedily sucked on it.

"You! Just wait for my annulment letter!" His fiancée turned and left in anger.

"Lewd monks and demons." Shi Daohan uttered these four words softly. She had only been here a short time, but she had already seen many unusual people.

"What do you think?" Someone gently blew a fragrant breeze into her ear.

"What, how?" Shi Daohan frowned.

"What do you think about me selling that demoness to this lecherous monk?" Jing Xinyu appeared silently.

"What's the big deal about just talking? You're not really going to sell her, are you?" Shi Daohan glanced at her speechlessly.

"Don't worry, we'll sell her soon." Jing Xinyu smiled and turned to leave.

"Where are you going again? You have acquaintances here, but I don't. Can't you at least look after me a little?" Shi Daohan shouted at her retreating figure.

"Just wander around and maybe you'll find your Mr. Right."

Jing Xinyu didn't turn her head. Her legs were long and slender, her waist was as slender as a willow, and her snow-white skin was as clear as jade. As she walked, both men and women stared at her. Even the Prince of Zhennan had a wild, beastly look in his eyes.

"There's really no hope for him." Shi Daohan shook his head.

She found an open space by the lake, took off the wine gourd from her waist and started drinking. She was used to strong liquor and wasn't quite used to Western wine.

Just then, a melodious flute sound rang out, silencing all the commotion in the area.

People looked toward the bridge in the ancient center, where a woman in white stood, her hair flowing, holding a jade flute to her red lips, playing a melodious tune.

"It's her!" some people exclaimed, recognizing her as the distinguished guest invited by the Third Prince.

No one knew her true identity or origin; all that was known was that the Third Prince treated her with great respect and addressed her as the Imperial Preceptor.

"Could it be the Third Princess Consort?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Even kings and nobles wouldn't dare to gossip. You're just a mere duke's son; be careful what you say!"

"I heard my father say that this person has an astonishing background and should never be provoked."

Some powerful and influential families have learned some information and warned their members not to provoke this woman.

The lake water was azure and crystal clear. The mysterious woman was dressed in white, possessing an otherworldly and refined air, like a fairy untouched by worldly concerns.

She wore a conical hat with a light veil hanging down, obscuring her face, but it was precisely this ambiguity that made her even more enigmatic.

The red lips were fresh and tender, and the jade flute shone brightly; the two complemented each other, surpassing all the beauty of the Palace of Erquis.

The beautiful flute music soothed the soul, calming everyone present and allowing them to listen quietly.

Every note is mesmerizing, and you can even see colorful raindrops of light falling, fluttering and sparkling.

From afar, it looked as if countless colorful butterflies were fluttering around her, making her appear even more ethereal and otherworldly, like a fairy about to ascend to heaven.

If it weren't for the reminder from Sect Leader Qingxu, Shi Daohan would never have associated this woman with the demon race, because this woman truly embodied all the fantasies cultivators had about fairies.

The melodious sound of a flute drifted through the air. On the green grass by the lake, tender shoots sprouted and glistening flowers bloomed. In the distant garden, more colorful butterflies were attracted by this sacred atmosphere and fluttered to the side of the mysterious woman, dancing with her.

This is a magnificent and beautiful scene.

"This woman should only exist in heaven; she is beyond the reach of us mortals," someone exclaimed.

When people turned around, they discovered that the person who made this remark was Sweet.

This man was rumored to have received the true teachings of an ancient Indian Buddha, making him virtually unrivaled in the capital, but he was also notoriously promiscuous. He even dared to act recklessly in front of his fiancée.

As it turns out, it was precisely this kind of person who uttered such words, carrying a sense of regretful helplessness.

"She is a goddess, how can we mortals approach her?" Another descendant of a king or nobleman also expressed this sentiment.

"Jehovah—!"

Just then, a sharp, long howl pierced the air, shattering the tranquility.

A disheveled man, around twenty-five years old, appeared. His thick red hair danced wildly in the wind like a python, and he was covered in crimson armor. He came at great speed from the distant sky like a shooting star.

"Hahahaha! So Princess Qingyan has come to the West! I've been looking for her for ages!" His eyes were filled with a fierce glint, and his wild laughter shook the heavens.

People who were originally immersed in a state of blissful fascination were all angered by his interruption.

"Who are you? Get out of here!" someone shouted.

"Wei Si, my princess kindly spared your life, you should have known better than to back down, how dare you push your luck like this?!" A maidservant by the lake rebuked him.

"No matter where you're from, don't bother the goddess; you're not welcome here!"

Those who came to the gathering at the Palace of Elquis were all geniuses from various fields, and many of them wanted to shout and drive away this intruder who was ruining the mood.

"You bunch of trash dare to point fingers at me?" The red-haired man sneered, then let out a long roar, unleashing a powerful aura that shattered the clouds and stirred up towering waves in the lake below.

Someone cast a spell and conjured a sacred artifact, but the man simply let out a long howl and sent those geniuses flying, shattering their sacred artifacts in the process.

"What?!"

The lakeside was completely silent; many people were awestruck, thinking how incredibly powerful this person was.

"Your region is about to descend into chaos, yet you dare to fight me? You're courting death!" The red-haired man clad in crimson armor spoke coldly.

By the lake, Shi Daohan picked up his wine gourd and took a big gulp, then just watched quietly, unmoved.

"Insolence!" The Prince of Zhennan made his move. He was the youngest prince in the British Empire. He raised his hand and unleashed a four-foot-long cross-shaped holy sword, piercing through the man in the air.

"snort!"

The red-haired man named Wei Si snorted coldly, extended a large handprint, and pressed it down directly.

"A spirit weapon that has reached the Absolute Spirit Rank?!" A look of surprise appeared on his face. He quickly withdrew his large hand and summoned his own natal weapon to clash with it head-on.

"Wei Si, I've already given you a chance, don't force me." On the bridge in the middle of the lake, a mysterious woman with her face veiled spoke.

Her voice was like heavenly music, but it carried a hint of coldness. She created a light barrier to separate the two sides, preventing the Prince of Zhennan and Wei Si from fighting.

The Holy Sword of the Cross paused for a moment, then flew back into the hand of the King of Zhennan.

"Haha, my sister has so many suitors." Jing Xinyu appeared not far away.

"Witch, what are you doing here?" Wei Si frowned slightly.

"Is this your home? You're really nosy," Jing Xinyu said.

On the other side, the mysterious woman in the middle of the lake once again held the jade flute to her lips, and a melodious flute sound rang out, with ripples spreading in all directions.

The atmosphere here changed instantly. Wei Si looked surprised and staggered backward, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it impossible for him to straighten up.

"Roar—!" He let out a loud roar, unleashing an incomparably terrifying aura, like a ferocious god rising from his slumber. The entire Erquis Palace shook and trembled, as if it were about to collapse.

The crowd was horrified. This man looked to be only about twenty-five years old, a very young age, yet he already possessed such terrifying strength.

"Enough, Wei Si, go back. Don't cross my line." The mysterious woman in the middle of the lake spoke, playing the last note, causing Wei Jin to cough up blood, his internal organs feeling like they were about to shatter.

"How much time has passed, and your strength has increased so rapidly." Wei Si gritted his teeth, but didn't linger any longer and turned to leave.

"There are people from the Demon Realm, demon realms, and a heretical cultivator from the Hundred-Eyed Cave. There seem to be quite a few stories here," Shi Daohan muttered to himself.

All the geniuses of Erquis Palace were shocked. This red-haired man named Wei Si was definitely a strongman. The aura he exuded was incredibly intimidating. Yet he was so easily suppressed by the mysterious woman in the middle of the lake. Just how terrifying was his strength?

At first, some sons of powerful and wealthy men coveted her beauty, but now they only felt awe and dared not have any more thoughts or ideas of desecration.

"Sister, you're getting more and more amazing. I'm starting to get a little scared of you now." Jing Xinyu walked gracefully towards them, her stunning curves undulating and her dress fluttering, exuding an irresistible charm.

"Actually, we can sit down and have a proper chat. We don't need to whisper." The mysterious woman smiled sweetly. A gentle breeze blew across the lake, lifting a corner of the veil in front of her face to reveal half of her stunningly beautiful face, so beautiful that it almost took one's breath away.

"You know better than anyone that our two races are destined to fight. I know that when that happens, my sister will definitely not show me any mercy," Jing Xinyu said with a smile.

"So you want to fight me now?" the mysterious woman asked.

"Sister, don't be so serious. It's just a friendly spar."

Jing Xinyu smiled charmingly, and as her words fell, she and the mysterious woman disappeared from everyone's sight at the same time.

Meanwhile, Shi Daohan had arrived at a banquet table laden with delicious food, transforming into a foodie, indulging in the meal while drinking her own strong liquor, as if nothing else mattered to her.

But suddenly a beam of light engulfed her, pulling her into a special space.

"What I'm saying is, you guys do your thing, why are you dragging an outsider like me into this? Am I supposed to be your referee?" Shi Daohan looked at the two people in front of him speechlessly.

"I remember you have a disciple, don't you? What do you think about giving this pure and ethereal fairy to him as his wife?" Jing Xinyu said with a grin, her bright eyes, white teeth, and alluring red lips captivating.

Shi Daohan waved his hand: "Forget it, that kid Kalman is not worthy of such a beauty. Besides, giving him such a beautiful fairy as his wife would be like letting a good cabbage be eaten by a pig. I can't bear to do that."

"What nonsense are you all spouting!" the mysterious woman scoffed.

Shi Daohan looked around at this strange space, which was opened up in the void, and he could not sense the passage of time.

"You brought this monk here to deal with me?"

The mysterious woman was surrounded by a shower of dazzling light, which made her appear incredibly holy. Her voice was calm, as if she could handle the combined attack of Shi Daohan and Jing Xinyu with ease.

Jing Xinyu said with a grin, "This is the person I chose. Sister, haven't you found your person yet?"

"You are the warrior chosen by Jing Xinyu?" The mysterious girl looked at Shi Daohan, her beautiful eyes revealing a strange light.

"Wait, wait, wait, what are you talking about? What are you talking about? I don't understand a word you're saying!" Shi Daohan felt like he had been sold out without even knowing what was going on.

The mysterious woman smiled and said to Shi Daohan, "It seems you are unaware of this. Why don't we join forces to suppress this witch?"