Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Liuyun City.

Temple.

Raven stared at the shimmering magic circle, his heart unmoved.

With a moderate affinity for elements, the result is like a glass of lukewarm water—neither good nor bad.

For ordinary people, becoming a magician is already an incredible stroke of luck.

But for a transmigrator, for someone familiar with the cruel laws of the Panlong world, this is far from enough.

If one cannot attain sainthood, one will remain an ant.

With average talent, even if you train until you die, you'll at most become a level nine mage.

Breaking through the barrier of the Holy Realm is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Stand up."

The deacon's voice interrupted Raven's thoughts.

The hand wearing a white glove pointed to the stone platform next to it, which was engraved with intricate patterns.

Raven did as he was told and stood up.

In an instant.

An invisible wave enveloped his entire body.

It was as if an invisible hand was gently stroking Raven's cerebral cortex.

The feeling wasn't unpleasant; instead, it had a strange tingling sensation that made him feel sleepy.

"Buzz~"

The magic crystals embedded around the stone platform suddenly trembled.

The temple deacon, who had been somewhat nonchalant, suddenly changed his expression, his face as stiff as a rock.

His pupils contracted instantly as he stared intently at the numbers displayed above the crystal ball.

The light grew brighter and brighter until it became almost blinding, and the entire hall was enveloped by an invisible spiritual pressure.

"This...how is this possible?"

The deacon's hands trembled slightly.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, checking the number again.

"Mental strength... thirty-six times that of his peers!"

finally.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluctuations in his voice.

"extra fine!"

These two words echoed in the hall like thunderclaps.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

Several seconds later, it was as if a drop of water had fallen into a pan of oil, and the entire hall instantly boiled over.

"Thirty-six times?"

Did I hear that right?

"My God, what does thirty-six times mean?"

"A monster...this is a little monster!"

Jenny was completely stunned.

She covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

That wasn't sadness, but rather a physiological reaction to the overwhelming surprise and shock.

Even Doug, who had been calm all along, was starting to lose his composure.

On his rugged, battle-hardened face, the muscles twitched unnaturally a few times—a strange expression of wanting to laugh but forcibly suppressing it.

Thirty-six times!

Even in the Yulan Empire, this level of mental talent is extremely rare!

Raven calmly walked down the stone platform.

If the souls of two lifetimes were superimposed and his mental strength were still the same as that of an ordinary child, he might as well just find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

but……

He looked at the back of his hand.

But when he was testing his mental strength just now, he felt that the birthmark was slightly warm, as if it was absorbing a portion of the mental pressure.

This is his biggest secret.

Just then.

Several elderly men dressed in different colored mage robes gathered around.

"Viscount Doug!"

"I am the Director of Admissions at the Rand Magic Academy!"

"Your son's talent is simply made for our Rand Academy!"

"If he's willing to come, his tuition will be completely waived, and he'll receive a scholarship of one thousand gold coins every year!"

An old man with a goatee squeezed to the front, his face beaming with smiles.

"Go! Go! Go!"

"How dare a second-rate academy like RAND ask for a chance?"

"I'm from the Violet Royal Magic and Martial Arts Academy!"

"Brother Doug, we've known each other for a long time!"

"If your son comes to us, I'll personally arrange for an eighth-level archmage to be his mentor!"

"How about allocating all resources to this area?"

A middle-aged, overweight man in a red robe pushed the old man aside.

"Pooh!"

"Violets are nothing!"

"Our Storm Academy is the best choice..."

In a short time.

The once solemn and majestic temple hall has been transformed into a bustling marketplace.

In order to compete for a single student.

These usually aloof magicians were arguing heatedly, their faces flushed, and they even seemed on the verge of rolling up their sleeves and getting into a fight.

Doug was surrounded by people, grinning from ear to ear.

While dealing with invitations from various parties, he kept glancing at his son out of the corner of his eye.

This kid really gave him a big surprise.

however.

Raven's gaze, however, bypassed the noisy crowd and went to a corner of the hall.

There stood several people, dressed in uniform gray robes with distinctive badges embroidered on their chests.

That's the symbol of Ernst Magic Academy—the number one magic academy on the Yulan Continent!

They simply watched from afar, their expressions indifferent, showing no intention of stepping forward to compete for it.

Raven understood.

Ernst College has extremely high admission standards.

Superior mental strength is certainly rare.

However, its elemental affinity is only moderate.

This is a weakness.

For top universities, only geniuses who excel in both academics and extracurricular activities are worthy of their offers.

"That's reality."

Raven sighed inwardly.

Medium affinity means that the speed at which magical elements are absorbed is only a fraction of that of those exceptional geniuses, or even less.

No matter how strong one's mental strength is, without sufficient magical power to support it, one is nothing more than a turret that can only cast low-level spells instantly.

This damn barrel effect.

……

Back at the Viscount's mansion.

It was already getting dark.

The servants had prepared a sumptuous dinner, and even brought out some aged red wine.

The entire mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, making it even more lively than during the Lunar New Year.

"Raven, which college do you want to go to?"

"I think Violet Academy is nice, it's close to home..."

"And that fat mage just said he could arrange for an eighth-level mentor..."

On the table.

Jenny was still in a state of extreme excitement.

She kept talking as she cut steak for her son.

At this moment, she was completely immersed in a blissful dilemma.

"Raven, what are you thinking?"

Doug took a sip of red wine, put down his glass, and looked at his son, who had remained silent.

As a level nine warrior, Doug's vision was much longer-term than his wife's.

He wasn't blinded by the conditions offered by those colleges.

Raven put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth.

He looked around at his expectant mother and his deep-set eyes.

"Father, Mother."

Raven's voice was calm, yet it carried a maturity beyond his years.

"I don't want to go to magic school."

"Click~"

Jenny dropped her knife and fork onto the plate with a crisp sound.

"What did you say?"

"Not going to magic academy? Where will you go then?"

"That's thirty-six times the power of mental energy! How could you...?"

She thought she had misheard.

"I want to become a warrior!"

Raven interrupted his mother.

"warrior?"

"With such great magical talent, you actually want to become a roughneck..."

"Uh, I mean, become a soldier? Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

Jenny's voice instantly rose eight octaves; she could hardly believe her ears.

He was only halfway through his sentence.

She realized her husband was still nearby, so she quickly changed her words.

But the shock and confusion on her face had not subsided.

"reason?"

Doug wasn't angry; he just frowned slightly.

Raven stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window was a huge full moon, its light spilling onto the training ground in the courtyard, where various heavy stone locks and wooden stakes were placed.

"It's very simple."