Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 161 Internal Ranking Exam

The sky was overcast and gloomy; it had rained in the morning.

The once desolate training grounds of the Warriors' Academy are now lush and verdant. The sown grass seeds, nurtured by the mages, sprouted overnight. The tenacious and resilient Mandin grass, undeterred by human trampling, is one of the favorite foods of herbivorous earth dragons.

Instructor Ai Qian counted the students; with Aglaia gone, only nineteen remained in the class. The department stipulated that each instructor must supervise at least twenty to thirty students. Ai Qian considered it was time to go out and recruit a group.

"Good, everyone is here. I have something to tell you! The academy has decided to expand the size of the night patrol team. Anyone interested can contact me to sign up."

Recently, there have been frequent unusual incidents on campus, which have been vaguely known to everyone.

Students returning to the academy at night mysteriously get lost, unable to find their dormitories, only to be found collapsed in the roadside greenery in the early morning. They see an abnormal reflection in the bathroom mirror and hear eerie singing and whispering in their ears.

A sudden and concentrated outbreak of various events caused widespread panic within a certain area.

Vice Principal hope personally captured an evil spirit in the shape of a human head balloon and issued a rule prohibiting the use of mirrors at night, finally calming the situation down.

Various events occur every year, which older students have long been accustomed to.

The Violet Academy, teeming with experts, never disappoints in its responses; only the freshmen are still engrossed in their discussions.

The internal ranking exams for each branch almost coincidentally started on the same day.

It mainly involves students below the formal level.

Holding a wooden sword, Greenfield stood in the center of the arena, constantly defeating challengers and firmly holding the top spot among second-year girls.

It is widely believed that Greenfield is qualified to compete with the seeded players in the official stage.

He once defeated Carlo Jones, a player of a lower rank, in the Arena Open, which sparked widespread discussion.

However, what the outside world is paying more attention to now is not Greenfield's talent as a combatant, but her position.

She could be the fiancée of the Blue Rose family heir, or one of the four beauties of the academy.

Each of these titles carries more prestige and value than that of a genius magic swordsman. Only by becoming the top student in the magic swordsmanship department can one compare to the title of one of the Four Beauties.

Aglaia stood respectfully and quietly to one side, attracting frequent glances.

The two did not have the antagonistic relationship that outside gossip speculated; on the contrary, they were quite close. Aglaia was filled with gratitude towards Greenfield and did not hesitate to show her obedience and deference.

Greenfield took the towel Aglaia handed him, wiped the sweat from his face, and gazed at the radiant face of the black-haired girl: "It seems he really is good to you..."

Aglaia lowered her eyes, not denying the statement. The two shook off the people around them and found a secluded spot.

"I will always remember Miss Greenfield's kindness. If it weren't for you, I might have already fallen into hell."

"No need to thank me, you're just lucky."

Had she known this would be the outcome, Grinfield would have considered things much more carefully. Aglaia's strength and beauty had surpassed hers. She was no longer an insignificant pawn or a decorative object! She posed a real threat.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Greenfield began asking about what had happened around Tyson this week.

On the surface, Taian did not engage in any further intimate behavior with Dorothy.

In secret, he was nowhere to be found every night.

Every day, Aglaia would ask Liadrin, "Have you seen the young master?" Without exception, the answer was no; he wasn't home.

"What do you think he does every night when he sneaks out?" Greenfield's eyes were sharp, and he clenched his fists at his sides.

"I shouldn't speak carelessly," Aglaia said, pursing her lips. She would objectively describe what she saw, without embellishing anything to cause the young master any further trouble. She was wavering, wondering if it was appropriate to side with her future wife.

The better the Blue Rose family treats them, the harder it is for Greenfield to repay their debts of gratitude…

"Answer my other question."

"Please speak..."

"Did Tai'an physically assault you, or do anything further unreasonable?"

Aglaia was slightly taken aback, then quickly shook her head: "Young Master, never."

"Was there any implication that you were making a donation?"

Aglaia shook her head again: "It's all the woman who's been pestering him; the young master neither takes the initiative nor refuses."

"Ha, a very clever move!" A cold smile appeared on Grinfield's face as he stared at the humble woman before him. "Aglaia, if I asked you to leave him and follow me from now on, what would you do?"

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The Wizarding Division.

The first-year ranking exams were held during the dueling class of the Witcher mentor, Ginsley.

Before the war began, she announced the rules.

First, elemental magic is prohibited; wizards must engage in combat using negative magic.

Second, both sides in the duel were required to wear the slime protective suits provided by the Sector.

Third, the way to win is to leave a mark of damage on the protective suit. You can then safely cast any low- to mid-level negative energy spells.

The Witcher mentor, Ginsley, confidently assured that even most high-level spells could not penetrate the protective suit and cause harm.

The battle was exceptionally fierce from the very beginning.

The first match features the bespectacled wizard Schneider against Fu, a member of the Lolita Party. It's not just a battle between wizards, but also a clash between the Crystal of the Dead and the Ebony Wand.

Schneier summoned an ice phantom.

Its translucent white and blue appearance indicates a powerful spirit that only those of formal class can deal with.

Not to be outdone, Fu summoned a Nightmare Beast.

The skeletal warhorse, with its head and limbs burning with ghostly fire, exudes an imposing aura.

Both sides launched their attacks simultaneously.

The ice phantom gathered ice elements and negative energy in front of it, transforming into the shape of an arrow.

Fire elements and negative energy gathered in front of the Nightmare Beast, transforming into a fireball.

Ice and fire collided, and the mist exploded!

"Great attack!" Kim Sylvie cheered loudly.

The two newly enrolled wizards displayed remarkable skill. Even wizards at the formal level should not be underestimated.

The Nightmare Beast let out a soul-piercing howl and broke through the mist to attack the Frost Ghost.

It raised its forehooves, burning with ghostly fire, and stomped heavily downwards.

Since the Ice Ghost has no physical form to attach to, it cannot confront its opponent head-on and can only retreat.

Schneider couldn't possibly act as a human shield himself, so he had no choice but to pull out another trump card.

The emerald green vines broke through the soil beneath their feet and tightly bound the Nightmare Beast's body.

Then, he summoned a new ghost. A fear demon shrouded in a tattered black robe.

Spirits that absorb positive memories and optimism from humans possess extremely high potential for power. Legend has it that the Demon Lord of Terror, residing in the underworld, possesses power comparable to that of gods.

Newly born dreadlords only need a year of training to be qualified to intervene in battles between formal spellcasters!

(End of this chapter)