Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn tapped her fingers lightly twice on the table.

The Iron Skeleton Clan is gone?

He remembered that the patriarch of the family who had sent Baal to be his apprentice was a short, stocky old man with dark skin and a deep, gruff voice.

The boy, Baal, was clever but timid. He worked under him for a few years and was promoted to third-class apprentice.

When he left the Shadowmines, Baal and Arya stayed with their family and did not return to the Academy with him.

Now that the Ironbone family is gone, no one knows where Baal has gone.

The Night Song family, on the other hand, connected with the pulse of the earth thanks to a direct descendant with exceptional talent.

Lynn recalled Vera, the patriarch of the Nightsong family, a still-beautiful woman who had sent her daughter Arya to him as an apprentice.

Arya followed him, rising from a second-class apprentice to the peak of a third-class apprentice. Later, she became pregnant with his child and gave birth to Lin Chen.

Unfortunately, that little brat Lin Chen was restless and ran off to the underworld.

Later, Lin Shu was born. Lin Shu was born to Xi Xi, a collateral relative of the Ye Ge family. She possessed high-level earth-type talent and medium-level soul talent.

"Earth Pulse" is known for its focus on cultivating the power of the earth.

The Night Song family's connection to the Earth's Pulse was likely due to Lin Shu's advanced earth-elemental talent.

Lin Shu's advanced earth-elemental talent, combined with his intermediate soul talent, makes him an absolute genius in the eyes of the Earth Pulse.

She must be in her teens this year; I wonder how well she's progressing in her cultivation.

Lynn picked up his glass and took another sip.

He hasn't resolved Lin Chen's issue, nor has he taken care of Lin Shu's upbringing. He's really not doing a good enough job as a "father."

The atmosphere in the banquet hall became lively.

The garrisoned wizards took turns offering toasts. Some said, "Lord Lynn is exceptionally talented," others said, "Lord Lynn has a bright future," and still others said, "Lord Lynn is the pride of the Bone Spire."

These flattering words only made Lynn laugh silently.

You're really good at judging people.

Lynn nodded in response to each question, saying little but very politely.

He picked up his glass and drank one glass after another without refusing any offer.

It wasn't that I genuinely wanted to befriend them; it was just that after spending half a month at the bottom of the River Styx, everything I drank tasted sweet when I returned to the main world.

He picked up a piece of grilled meat and put it in his mouth.

The meat is tender, and the juices burst in your mouth, making it savory and delicious.

He picked up another piece, and then another...

He tasted every dish the chefs made and thought they were all delicious.

Grom sat down next to Lynn, watching him eat. He picked up his glass, took a sip, and smiled. "Lord Lynn certainly has a good appetite."

Lynn swallowed the meat in his mouth, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip. "Indeed, I stayed at the bottom of the River Styx for half a month without even drinking a drop of water."

Grom's smile faded slightly. "The River Styx runs dry? What's it like down there?"

"It was pitch black, with no light, no sound, and no living creatures." Lynn put down his glass.

"Only a river composed of countless fragments of memory and the forgotten sands at its bottom."

"Or perhaps, the entire River Styx is composed of scattered fragments of memory, within which flow the rules of forgetting, life and death, and oblivion."

Grom nodded, having gained some understanding of the River Styx.

Although he had been stationed in the Valley of Sinking Souls for many years, mainly monitoring the "Styx seepage point", he had never looked back into the underworld, nor had he ever seen the Styx.

These things were all too far removed from him, which made him admire Lynn, who had successfully crossed the River Styx, immensely.

The banquet lasted for two hourglasses before the resident wizards took their leave.

The new city lord of Beiming City walked at the very back and bowed to Lynn.

"Lord Lynn, I shall take my leave now. Please feel free to contact me if needed in the future."

Lynn nodded, and the new city lord turned and left.

In the end, only Lynn and Grom remained in the banquet hall.

"Lord Lynn, where are you going next?" Grom asked.

"I'm planning to stay in the main world for a while to take care of some things." Lynn stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking about Lin Shu.

Grom understood.

Lynn's son and daughter, born when she was stationed there, could be kept secret from others, but not from her "boss".

Lynn never made it public, so everyone pretended not to know.

Now that Lynn has not yet brought it up, Grom will naturally not bring it up himself, lest he cause offense.

Lynn rested for a night at the outpost and the next day went to the Nightsong family near the Seventh Shadow Mine.

The Nightsong family's base is located in a hilly area outside the Shadow Mine.

Several gray stone buildings are scattered on the hillside, connected by stone paths. Black thorns grow on both sides of the paths, with tiny purple flowers hanging from their branches.

Lynn hurried along and soon arrived at the territory of the Night Song family. He did not inform the Night Song family in advance, but prepared to sneak in directly.

Lynn's figure flashed briefly at the entrance of the Nightsong family's residence and then disappeared.

His mental energy covered the entire encampment, and every building was clearly visible in his [Mental Vision].

In the deepest part of the small building, there was a soul fluctuation that he was very familiar with.

It was Arya.

Lynn appeared at the door of the small building and pushed it open.

The building was quiet, with closed doors on both sides of the corridor. He walked through the corridor, went up to the second floor, and stopped in front of a door.

The door was made of wood, light brown in color, with carved patterns on the doorknob, clearly indicating that Arya lived a high standard of living here.

He knocked, and footsteps came from inside.

The door opened, and Aria stood in the doorway.

Arya is in her early thirties, but due to her cultivation and daily skincare, she looks more delicate than some young girls.

She wore a light blue long dress, her hair was tied up at the back of her head, revealing her slender neck, and she was still beautiful and charming.

Her skin was very fair, and she had a few fine lines around her eyes, but they weren't very noticeable.

When she opened the door, Lynn's face appeared in her eyes, and she froze instantly.

Lynn stood at the door, wearing a dark purple robe with a holy mark on his right chest.

His face is exactly the same as it was more than ten years ago; he hasn't aged, there are no wrinkles, and even his eyes haven't changed.

Arya's mouth was slightly open, and her hand slid down from the door frame, hanging at her side.

"Mentor?" Her voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Lynn nodded. "Aria."

Aria's eyes reddened, and she threw herself into Lynn's arms, clutching the back of his robe with both hands and burying her face in his chest.

Her shoulders were trembling, but she didn't cry out. Lynn gently patted her back twice.

After a dozen or so breaths, Aria released her grip and took a step back.

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and took a deep breath. "Professor, what brings you here?"

"I was just passing through Soul Valley and thought I'd drop by to see you." Lynn walked into the room and sat down in a chair.

Arya closed the door and sat down as well.

She sat opposite Lynn, her hands on her knees, her fingers intertwined.

Her gaze lingered on Lynn's face for a long time, as if to confirm whether he was really him.

"Mentor, you haven't changed at all."

"You haven't changed either."

Aria smiled, but there was a bitterness in her smile.

"How could it not have changed? I'm already over thirty years old, and I've been stuck at the peak of the third-class apprentice level for almost ten years. I'm afraid I won't be able to break through to become a formal wizard. My talent has reached its limit."

Lynn didn't speak. He had already figured it out: Aria's soul strength was insufficient, and her mental energy reserves were also inadequate, making it difficult for her to condense a perfect mental vortex.

The peak of a third-class apprentice is her limit; going beyond that is not something that resources can solve.

Hmm... I could forcibly elevate him to a full-fledged wizard, but the consequences...

There is no possibility of further improvement in spiritual power in this lifetime. Moreover, due to the forced advancement, the soul will become unstable and the soul vortex will be scattered, making it impossible to inscribe many spells.

However, even the worst official wizard is still an official wizard and can achieve "class leap," with lifespan, strength, and status all greatly improved.