Chapter 688 - 587: The Academy’s Unusualness and Geniuses
Chapter 688: Chapter 587: The Academy’s Unusualness and Geniuses
Inside the laboratory, Jeming held his hands in the air, a faint golden light slowly condensing in his palms.
The final step.
His spiritual power acted like a precise carving knife, etching the final rune inside the light.
It was the core that solidified the soul and body, the finishing touch of the entire elixir of life.
At the moment the rune took shape, the light contracted abruptly.
A dragon-eye-sized pill emerged from the light, landing in Jeming’s palm.
It was entirely pale golden, with a barely perceptible radiant pattern flowing across the surface.
Jeming stared at it for a few seconds, then directly placed it in his mouth.
As soon as the elixir entered his throat, it dissolved, and a warm sensation spread throughout his body.
The warm energy, like a living thing, automatically sought out every corner of his body.
Muscles, bones, blood, organs...
Eventually, it even broke through the boundaries of the material and the soul, reaching the edge of the soul.
Then these molecular substances began to operate along the pre-arranged rune structure from the manufacturing process.
The aging cells were reactivated, the loosening soul structure was reinforced, fixing the state of the entire body and soul at their peak.
Jeming closed his eyes, savoring the subtle changes.
The elixir of life, as a witchcraft artifact that coexisted with the human body, did not produce explosive effects but worked slowly and imperceptibly.
It would not make you suddenly stronger but would keep you in your "strongest" state at all times.
A moment later, Jeming opened his eyes and nodded with satisfaction.
"It’s done."
From his actual experience, the effect had already reached the level of a standard elixir of life.
The Magic Network Terminal suddenly vibrated.
Jeming looked down, momentarily stunned.
Today was the day to visit Nolun No.147 Academy.
He actually forgot about it.
Jeming quickly walked out of the laboratory, tidied up briefly, and stepped onto the teleportation array.
Spatial energy surged around, and a few seconds later, the scene before him completely changed.
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Nolun No.147 Academy.
Jeming stepped out of the teleportation array, standing in the academy’s central square, taking a deep breath.
Much had changed since his last visit.
More buildings, more elaborate arrays, denser crowds.
After all, the school had been established for nearly a thousand years, so it was normal for the facilities to become more complete.
He walked along the central avenue, preparing to report to the tutor’s office first.
But after walking a few steps, he frowned slightly.
Today... there were too many wizards on the road.
This was normal, of course. It was an academy, and it’s normal for there to be many wizards.
But the abnormal part was their levels.
Jeming’s gaze scanned the passing wizards.
Those wearing apprentice robes were apprentices, and these wizard apprentices weren’t problematic.
But those wearing the official wizard robes...
Third Level.
Fourth Level.
Fifth Level.
Another Fifth Level.
Yet another Fifth Level.
Jeming stopped walking, frowning even more.
Nolun No.147 Academy had been established for less than a thousand years, and compared to other younger-academy-numbered institutions, it was relatively young.
Under normal circumstances, considering the rate of advancement of wizards, and the fact this plane had not been open for long, the average qualification of the students would not be very high either.
Thus, the tutors here should primarily be Second Level and Third Level official wizards.
But now the official wizards he saw were generally of the Third, Fourth, and even quite a few Fifth Levels.
Jeming looked at a Fifth Level Wizard hurriedly passing by and sensed their aura.
Confirmed.
Although the aura met the Fifth Level standard, the "threat level" felt to him was far less than that of a normal Fifth Level Wizard.
Like a sharp but soft knife, it looked intimidating, but in a real fight, it wouldn’t hold up for long.
"Seems like a forced advancement..." Jeming mused, stroking his chin.
In what situations would a wizard be forced to advance, aside from accidents, naturally, something like a more brutal war, of course.
And what first crossed Jeming’s mind was the wizard war that Nolun Workshop fought several hundred years ago against the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Annihilation.
The war was brutal, with many elite wizards forced to break through to the Fifth Level to survive.
Those people should be the ones in front of him now.
Which means these people were the elites selected and congregated in this academy before it was even established.
By that count, Jeming was considered one of the earliest elite wizards.
But the question was... why were they all here?
Jeming continued forward, his gaze constantly scanning.
More and more Fifth Level Wizards entered his field of vision.
Occasionally, one or two elite combat unit wizards would come to take on teaching tasks, which was understandable.
But having so many here, that’s not right.
Elite combat unit wizards shouldn’t have to take on teaching tasks.
Although these wizards were affiliated with Nolun No.147 Academy, in normal cases, they shouldn’t be visible.
Most of the time, the real teaching duties should be taken on by the new batch of wizards trained after Nolun No.147 Academy became established.
"Where are the originally trained young tutors?"
Jeming felt a surge of doubt within him.
He had followed Nolun Workshop news, and there hadn’t been any large-scale wars recently.
As he mulled over these thoughts, he suddenly sensed something unusual.
It was an instinctual warning belonging to a cultivator.
His body, after countless adaptive evolutions, combined with the enhanced "Unity of Heaven and Man" state enlightened in the information plane, allowed him to perceive those subtle "incoherencies" in the surrounding environment.
In an instant, Jeming identified the source of this feeling.