Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 150 The Threads of Cause and Effect

For several days in a row, Tai'an spotted two suspicious figures every time he passed through the dense forest.

At first, they thought they were powerful figures from the vicinity of the academy and didn't pay much attention, until they realized their attempt to cover up their true intentions.

Using some means to block the mental perception of the spellcaster is clearly not a well-intentioned act.

They thought they had it all figured out.

Little did they know, they could not escape the gaze of the source eye from high above.

Their heart rates and blood circulation speed were almost on par with De Juran's, far exceeding those of ordinary people. This alone is not to be taken lightly.

Tai'an felt it necessary to investigate the situation further, so he hovered in the sky, slowed down, and lowered his altitude to get closer.

The superb invisibility technique, concealed by the sunlight, left no flaws, like a leaf gently landing on a branch.

Neither of them noticed.

After a moment of patient waiting, a conversation suddenly began.

"How much longer do we have to wait?"

"Wait until next Monday."

"I thought it was Saturday..."

"How could it be Saturday! How did you calculate the time?"

"Counting the day we've already waited, today is one day, and tomorrow is Saturday."

"I meant wait three more days!"

Bored, Salman searched his pocket, took out a piece of dried earthworm meat, and chewed it.

With absolutely nothing to do, the only thing to do was eat to pass the time. Fortunately, the supplies were plentiful.

His gaze drifted inadvertently to the tree branches. Though they were empty, he felt a strange sense of oppression.

"Do you think we might be discovered?"

Lucas paused slightly, "It's not out of the question. The Hegel Wizarding Branch is a powerful force with deep roots. It has several Saint-level spellcasters on the surface, is backed by Violet Academy, and has connections with the royal family and the Spellcasters' Association. It's not someone to be trifled with."

"The longer it drags on, the more variables there will be." Salman took out a bottle of wine and took a swig. "Taiya's return from the Noble Council is the best opportunity."

Before the words were even finished, the two men nervously drew their weapons and stood back to back in a defensive posture.

The fleeting killing intent could not escape the combat domain of a Saint-level expert.

"who!?"

A pure black aura enveloped Lucas, who wielded two swords, wore a full set of inscribed armor, and possessed a bloodline talent unlike that of ordinary people, making him stronger than most Saints.

Even if the opponent is a Saint-level spellcaster, they still have the right to compete.

Charleman was engulfed in earthy yellow flames, wielding two kukri knives perfectly designed according to the principles of mechanics in each hand. He possessed a rare talent with dual earth and wind attributes, and thus received intensive training from the Nan Shi family from a young age. His strength was not to be underestimated.

The outburst from the two immediately attracted the attention of the Wizard Tower's magic eye, whose lifelike vertical pupil split open, and a massive amount of magic energy began to gather.

The Violet Academy, teeming with powerful individuals, is not a place where outsiders can act recklessly; retreating immediately is the only option.

Seeing that the enemy had not appeared, Lucas and Salman naturally would not sit idly by and wait for their deaths, so they chose to leap towards the Black Forest.

"You sensed murderous intent?"

"Yes! It can't be a coincidence. It must be someone from the Blue Rose family. Their methods of concealment are extremely sophisticated."

The two easily crossed the barbed wire fence, remaining on high alert at all times.

We haven't yet figured out the enemy's methods. However, there's no doubt that we've aroused their murderous intent. The situation has shifted from enemy visibility to our obscurity, putting us on the defensive and drastically increasing the mission's difficulty. The root cause is our carelessness. We assumed that past experience would guarantee our safety.

As he moved away from the wizard's tower, Dark Sword Saint Lucas launched a slash behind him without warning.

The surging battle aura detached from the sword's edge, transforming into a jet-black dragon that wreaked havoc without restraint.

Wherever it passed, giant trees snapped in half, soil, stones, and grass roots flew into the sky, and the earth was torn open with a deep gap.

The battle aura covered an exaggerated area of ​​nearly 100 meters.

The Black Dragon Set has as many as thirteen inscribed pieces, making it a top-tier set on the surface. Coupled with his battle aura, which far surpasses that of ordinary humans, the title of Dark Sword Saint resounds throughout the Southern Territory.

Every Saint-level powerhouse represents the essence of humanity, hailed as the cornerstone of a kingdom, and capable of being an individual comparable to an army.

Dust billowed into the air.

Lucas raised his sword with a cold expression and shouted, "Come out and fight! You cowards hiding yourselves..."

He was certain that the other party wouldn't let them off easily. Because he believed they would too. In a flash, a figure broke through the dust, the raised sword already close at hand.

Lucas barely had time to react; his battle field seemed to have malfunctioned, and he instinctively raised his twin swords to try and block.

The extremely heavy slash, crushing down with power beyond human capabilities, far surpassed the influence of limits and talent.

"Damn it! Could it be the Abyss Demon Lord?"

Lucas lost feeling in both arms and attempted to use Shadow Shuttle to relocate.

However, the tried-and-true tactic failed. A terrifying sonic boom belatedly echoed in his ears. He never saw the enemy's face; their body was shattered and torn apart.

"Not bad, if you were a little stronger, you might be able to withstand a few attacks!"

With the time almost entirely off-limits, Tai'an set its sights on its second target.

Just like they can sense killing intent.

The destiny that the Source Eye can perceive is in fact a higher-dimensional attachment of thought.

Human beings' love, hate, seven emotions and six desires can all cling to their targets like murderous intent, intertwining to form cause and effect, and eventually evolving into an uncertain fate.

There are only two ways to escape cause and effect. Either hide away in a place where cause and effect cannot interfere, and let time sever them. Or, eliminate the target of cause and effect.

The black and red threads connecting the two people before him were severed as he swung his sword.

Black lines represent malice, while red lines represent murderous intent.

It can only be seen by activating the Source Eye and reaching the control stage within a certain range.

By addressing negative causes and effects promptly, and preventing them from causing severe consequences, Tai'an believes it's no exaggeration to call it foresight or changing one's destiny.

Similar to the cicada sensing the coming autumn wind before it even stirs, it allows one to anticipate and prevent enemy ambushes.

Perhaps there are two drawbacks: firstly, it cannot prevent impulsive actions; secondly, if the cause and effect are too complex, it is impossible to distinguish between them. It needs to evolve further into insightful vision and precognitive vision.

"What a pity!"

Tai'an squatted on the ground, looking at the two men's damaged inscribed equipment with considerable regret. Apart from small items such as rings and earrings, only their boots were intact.

He had absolutely no confidence in holding back. The only way to win was to rely on overwhelming force to finish the battle quickly. A stalemate would only result in his opponent winning with his rich combat experience, and any slight mistake would put him to the test of the inscribed sword's sharpness with his own flesh and blood.

Compared to financial loss, one's own life is definitely more important.

Ovisca crawled out of the contract summoning inscription array beneath her feet, her empty gaze sweeping around, automatically ignoring the exploded flesh and blood on the ground.

"Help me handle this," Tai'an ordered.

Having learned from the previous feeding experience, I naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.

Unexpectedly, Ovisja released a wave of disdain.

Give me your blood.

(End of this chapter)