Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 597: Chapter 509: True Names and Cooperation (Part 3)

He paused, slightly furrowing his brows, standing still.

His gaze seemingly casually swept over the wizards passing by in the hallway, the busy mechanical bodies, and the flowing glow of runes on the walls.

Nothing unusual.

But that feeling of being "clung to" by "something" at an extremely close distance lingered.

Fortunately, Jeming had experienced so much, and he was familiar with this kind of feeling.

He quietly operated the Body Refining Technique, constantly recalling the source of that sense of dissonance.

One second, two seconds...

Finally, under the push of the adaptive evolution of the Body Refining Technique, Jeming’s perception rapidly broke through a certain boundary.

Some extremely delicate "concealment layer," like cicada wings covering the boundary of his perception, revealed a slight, insignificant "fold."

Jeming suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, precisely locking on a seemingly empty spot at his side.

"Come out, Blake." He said calmly, his voice not loud, yet filled with certainty.

The air seemed to ripple, like heatwaves distorting the scene.

In the next moment, a tall figure stepped out as if from a water veil, quickly becoming clear from being blurry.

It was a male wizard who appeared to be about the same age as Jeming, with a pale and handsome face, possessing a certain delicate warmth from long absence of sunlight, his short black hair perfectly neat.

At this moment, Blake’s eyes were wide open, his pupils filled with undisguisable astonishment, even one could say... terror.

Bill Ling Blake.

A soul element genius who entered Nolun Academy at the same time as Jeming, an important partner in Jeming’s sale of Liquid Refined Gold.

"Je... Jeming?" Blake’s voice was somewhat distorted, and he instinctively took a small step back, his deep purple pupils contracting, "How... how did you discover me?"

It was no wonder Blake was so terrified.

His "presence concealment" is his core ability, integrating soul suggestion, optical deflection, aura elimination, and even weak time perception interference.

Not to mention wizards of the same level, even those two levels higher than him, very few could see through it.

It’s no exaggeration to say that as a soul system wizard specializing in intelligence reconnaissance, this trick is his lifeline for survival.

Being so easily seen through is nothing short of having the most lethal threat openly displayed to him—this means his life and death were in the opponent’s grasp at the moment of being seen through.

Seeing Blake’s ghost-like expression, Jeming also found it amusing, the bit of dissatisfaction from being tracked dissipating considerably.

"Your technique is indeed much stronger than back then, almost flawless." He said honestly, "However, I’ve also gotten a bit stronger."

Blake’s complexion changed, wanting to speak but pausing several times, ultimately suppressing the panic of being exposed, forcing a slightly awkward smile:

"It’s no surprise for someone who can take down the [Hand of Obliteration] and the ’Saint Heir’... seems the rumors aren’t unfounded."

He quickly changed the topic, seemingly trying to shake off the previous embarrassment: "I see you’ve also taken on a reconnaissance mission? Judging by the direction, are you planning to go behind the red zone (enemy-controlled area)?"

"That’s right." Jeming nodded, not hiding it.

Blake’s eyes lit up slightly, taking a step forward, lowering his voice with a tone of negotiation: "How about... a temporary collaboration?"

Jeming was somewhat curious.

Not curious as to why Blake, as a Fourth Level Wizard, could take on a reconnaissance task, after all, the opposite is a soul system wizard specializing in this.

It’s certain that the requirements for accepting similar tasks are different from regular wizards.

He’s curious because, according to the abilities of soul system wizards, generally speaking, they shouldn’t be too well-suited for working with others, right?

Seeing Jeming’s enquiring expression, Blake understood his thoughts and immediately explained: "Not teaming up to act together. Our combat styles and reconnaissance methods differ too much; forcing them together would only impede each other."

"I mean, within a distance where we can mutually support and respond in emergencies, we act independently, advancing in parallel. This way, we can broaden the search coverage, improve efficiency, and, in case of encountering a strong enemy, have some backing, at least in time to give warnings or coordinate retreats."

He paused, adding the most crucial allocation of benefits: "As for the intelligence obtained and the military merits gained, we’ll split equally. How does that sound?"

Jeming did not immediately answer, quickly weighing the pros and cons.

Blake is a professional soul system wizard, even though only Fourth Level, in terms of reconnaissance range, he surely surpasses Jeming, who is an inadequately knowledgeable Fifth Level Wizard.

More importantly, although Blake’s character is somewhat gloomy, as a partner, his reputation and strength have been verified.

"Alright." Jeming made his decision, extending his hand, "Pleasure working with you, Blake."

Blake seemed somewhat relieved, a sincere smile emerging on his pale face as he extended his hand to shake Jeming’s: "Pleasure working with you, Jeming. Let’s hope we can both come back with fruitful results this time."

The personal terminal on his wrist lit up slightly, already sending an encrypted text message and a spirit-marked temporary communication channel code to Jeming.

The two exchanged simple preliminary plans for action routes and emergency response codes without further pleasantries.

Blake’s figure first became blurry, like a drop of ink merging into the background, silently disappearing.

His "presence concealment" was effective again, but this time, Jeming could vaguely feel an extremely faint "anchor point" moving in the agreed-upon general direction.

Jeming also didn’t delay, identifying the direction, an invisible force lifting him, rapidly heading towards the camp outskirts.

(This is today’s Chapter, a two-in-one, mainly because it’s hard to divide into Chapters.)