The barrier separating the inheritance ground and outside world is glowing with energy element.
Before the barrier, 1033 disciples stood according to their ranks, their sect and status, creating a formidable assembly of the best and brightest the realm had to offer.
In the front line, ten members from the ‘twenty Origin-Prime families’, backed by the Wizard Association, stood in broad lines. Jia Ron is one of them.
Behind them, the forty disciples from the four great sects of the Blue Planet stood resolute, exuding the proudness of their sect status. Princess Eila, Maya of Demonic tree, bald Lin of Celestial Sun fire Sect and Kelly also stood in these lines.
The secondary sect disciples, 600 strong, stood in disciplined rows, their expressions a mix of eagerness and nervousness. Kent, and Tata Lan were part in these lines.
Following them were the 100 disciples from the tertiary sects, their strength not less despite their lower ranks.
Other these disciples, 33 disciples from other realms who came with friendly realms of wizard association stood with an air of mystery and foreign power, while the remaining members, chosen through the Wizard Association’s recommendation slots, stood in the back, their eyes filled with a hunger to prove themselves.
The elders of the Wizard Association moved methodically through the ranks, verifying identities and ensuring that every disciple was accounted for. Their robes fluttered in the gentle breeze, the intricate symbols on their garments glowing faintly with ancient magic.
As the verification was complete, they signalled to the Master Elder, who nodded in satisfaction.
Master Elder Razor, an imposing figure with a long white beard and piercing blue eyes, flew high into the air, his robes billowing like storm clouds. He ascended with effortless grace, joining the Supreme Spear Magus, who hovered majestically above the assembly.
The Spear Magus, a tall and formidable figure with a stern visage and an aura of unyielding power, turned his gaze towards Razor as he approached.
Razor leaned close to the Supreme Spear Magus, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper.
“Supreme, the disciple in the third row of the secondary rank sects with the rising sun decoration on his forehead is the one you were looking for.”
The Supreme Spear Magus’s eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting to the ground below where Kent stood among the other disciples.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his tone serious and commanding.
“No doubt, Supreme,” Razor replied respectfully. “I checked his background thoroughly. He is a Pleasure Healer from the Eternal Sun Sect, and by strength, he is an Arch-Magus. No one else in that magic castle knows alchemy except for him.”
The Supreme Spear Magus studied Kent for a long moment, his expression inscrutable. Kent stood out even among the ranks of the secondary sects, his bearing calm and composed, a faint aura of golden light emanating from the rising sun mark on his forehead. His eyes were closed in meditation, oblivious to the scrutiny he was under.
The Supreme Spear Magus nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful and his gaze moved intently between Kent and Master Elder Razor.
The disbelief was evident in his eyes; it was hard to believe that someone as young as Kent could have created alchemy clouds of such extraordinary calibre. Yet, the Supreme Spear Magus trusted in Master Razor’s information. With a deep breath, he descended to the ground with a swift, silent whoosh.
He landed directly before Kent, who stood with his eyes closed, mentally preparing for the upcoming trials. The sudden presence of the Supreme Spear Magus caused a ripple of surprise among the gathered disciples.
The elders of the Wizard Association hurriedly knelt on the ground in deference, and many of the disciples followed suit. However, the members of the prime families and top sects remained standing.
Sensing the change in his surroundings, Kent opened his eyes. Perplexity flickered across his face as he found the Supreme Spear Magus standing before him, gazing at him intently. Kent quickly bowed in respect. “Elder…”
The Spear Magus raised a hand, stopping him with a gentle smile. “No need for formalities.”
Porus and many other onlookers, observing the scene from a distance, were struck with surprise and shock. The Supreme Spear Magus, one of the thirteen supreme mages of the Wizard Association, rarely acknowledge even the most powerful individuals. Yet here he was, singling out Kent.
The Supreme Spear Magus studied Kent’s face for a long moment before speaking. “You have a remarkable looks, young man.”
Kent, cautious yet curious, responded, “Elder, is something wrong?”
“Not at all, I just came here to make an exchange with you.” The Spear Magus replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“An exchange?!” Kent’s confusion deepened.
The Spear Magus laughed heartily, the sound resonating through the tense air. He reached into his spirit ring and pulled out an ornate, umbrella-like artifact. It shimmered with a radiant energy, its surface inscribed with intricate runes.
“This, is one of the finest magical items in my possession. It will serve you well in the inheritance ground.” The Spear Magus said, extending the artifact towards Kent.
Kent didn’t hesitate. He grasped the artifact, feeling the power thrumming within it. “What should I trade for this, Elder?” he asked, his eyes meeting the Spear Magus’s with a steady gaze.
Even though his heart racing with several thoughts, Kent stood firmly and met the eyes of Spear magus.
“A favor… A favor to be called upon in the future. I see a great potential in you and want to help you now, so that you can help me later. As my master said, help others to help yourself.
Do not worry, I will not ask more than what you can do. Consider it a business deal between two traders. Will you agree?” The Spear Magus replied, his gaze turning serious.
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Your adventure continues at empire
Note: Sorry for the late release. Went to watch a movie and forgot to schedule the chapters. By the movie is super satisfying. Name: Kalki 2898 A.D.