Chapter 373

In the following days, a group of wizards settled down in this tower palace carrying the plane.

More accurately, they basically stayed in the magnificent hall where they first gathered.

The hall space is extremely vast, the dome is a hundred meters high, and it does not appear crowded even if it accommodates thousands of people.

The basic materials required for daily food and drink are all served by the servant races under grand-mentor Anton Buchanan.

For Jie Ming, except for being unable to immediately conduct those complex experiments that require specific large-scale instruments, the rhythm of life is no different from his closed-door hard practice in the laboratory on weekdays—it is nothing more than changing the research venue from a private laboratory to a corner of this public hall.

He was still immersed in the ocean of knowledge, holding knowledge crystals in his hands, sinking his mind into them, and turning a deaf ear to the noise of the outside world.

It is not just Jie Ming, among the wizards present, regardless of seniority, there is almost no one who likes to waste time.

This rare gathering of the same sect just happened to become an excellent platform for their exchange and research.

Second-generation wizards found familiar senior brothers and sisters one after another, either talking in low voices or debating fiercely, and the content was all about profound law theories and cutting-edge alchemy and rune technology.

When they were interested, some even took out portable experimental equipment and verified it on the spot in the open space of the hall, causing small-scale elemental tides or spatial distortions without caring, and the high-tier wizards present could smooth it out at will.

Even the supreme Wizard Nuolun often discussed various knowledge and technical problems with several seventh-tier disciples beside him.

Sometimes he would even walk down from the main seat, come to the middle of the second or even third-generation disciples, and give pointers on some ideas or difficulties with great potential, which often made the recipients excited.

Unknowingly, this place even turned into an academic discussion meeting.

And under the catalysis of this rich atmosphere of research and exchange, those young wizards who were third or even fourth-generation disciples also began to compete.

Initially, it might just be showing off the wizardry models of new research, or debating the optimal solution for a certain theoretical node.

But soon it evolved into various forms of "friendly" competitions—from the delicate control of spiritual power, to the construction speed of micro-runes, to the adaptation and utilization of specific energy environments... it could be called varied.

High-tier wizards were happy to see this and had no intention of stopping it at all.

Instead, they would comment a few words from time to time, or secretly apply a little pressure to push the waves.

For them, the benign competition of the younger generation is an important source of maintaining the vitality of the school.

As time passed, through these competitions, whether bright or dark, a roughly recognized strength ranking was basically formed among the youngest two generations of wizards.

Whose spiritual power is more condensed, whose knowledge level is higher, whose adaptability is stronger, everyone has a count in their hearts.

Only two people are beyond this ranking.

One is Wei Aola.

She has officially been promoted to the sixth tier and stepped into the threshold of high-tier wizards.

According to the default rules, high-tier wizards are not suitable for going down to "compete" with middle and low-tier wizards, which loses status and is easy to cause unnecessary crushing.

Although Wei Aola is read by Mentor Clark every day that "strength is insufficient and needs to be polished," she is ultimately gifted.

After years of accumulation, her strength has long exceeded the level of ordinary sixth-tier wizards and began to move toward the elite level, so naturally no one will go to ask for trouble.

The second is Jie Ming.

He is purely... too lazy to compare.

This day, Wei Aola wandered to the corner where Jie Ming was.

Looking at him still burying his head in books, she couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "Junior brother, haven't you noticed that the eyes others look at you recently are getting stranger? They almost treat you as some hidden master or... a coward who dare not fight. I really admire you, actually being able to endure not going down to move your muscles and bones?"

Jie Ming didn't even lift his head and replied, his tone flat: "Such a competition is meaningless, senior sister. Real killing moves involve laws and even means of perishing together, how can they be used on such an occasion? This is very unfair to those factions that focus on actual combat killing."

"Similarly, for those research-type wizards who are good at large-scale curses, genetic weapons, and plane environment transformation, and often exterminate a race, their strengths cannot be reflected at all."

He paused, and added silently in his heart: "What's more, if it's really about actual combat, the team of Black Giant priests in my internal space is enough to press all the peers present, and even some elders, to fight. What's the use of fighting for this kind of child's play ranking?"

At this time, Rex also ended the discussion with a peer, walked over with a smile, and joined their chat.

During the conversation, they couldn't help but mention the recent lively "ranking competition."

Wei Aola teased Rex with a smile, saying that he is now recognized as the strongest among third-tier wizards, and his limelight is unparalleled.

Rex had his usual smile on his face, modestly indicating that everyone let him, just lucky to perform well in a few projects.

Then, his gaze turned to Jie Ming, with sincere fighting intent and curiosity in his eyes: "Jie Ming, seriously, I have always wanted to truly compete with you. Many of your ideas and means make me very curious."

Jie Ming didn't even think about it, and shook his head directly to refuse: "No interest."

For a false name, exposing some of his hole cards and combat style in full view?

In his view, this is a quite stupid and childish behavior.

"With that time, I might as well analyze one more rune structure."

However, just as he was preparing to continue studying the spatial folding theory in his hands...

Wizard Nuolun, who had been sitting high in the main seat and talking in low voices with grand-mentor Anton, suddenly raised his head, and the gentle but extremely penetrating voice instantly covered all the noise in the hall and clearly transmitted into everyone's ears:

"It seems that you little guys are all very interested. Since the atmosphere is so enthusiastic, then, we old guys will add some color."

His gaze swept across the many young wizards below, with a meaningful smile on his face: "This time, let's have a formal internal competition. Means depend on ability, and stop when it's appropriate. The final winner..."

Saying that, light flashed in Wizard Nuolun's hand, and a small doll that looked simple appeared.

The doll was flowing with obscure and powerful fate and life law auras.

"... will get this. You should not be very familiar with it, these things are called 'substitute dolls'."

Jie Ming raised his head abruptly upon hearing this, his gaze like being attracted by a magnet, nailed to the small doll!

Substitute doll!

He had personally experienced a death in the "Just" plane, and it was all thanks to this treasure that he luckily escaped!

It is no exaggeration to say that this is equal to a second life, and its value is immeasurable for wizards like them who are struggling on the line of death at any time!

"But then again..."

Jie Ming slowly put away the crystal in his hand, his eyes burning with unprecedented fighting spirit.

The previous appearance of an old monk in meditation vanished, leaving only the sharp edge of being determined to win, and it was completely different from just now.

"I think I have been a bit bored these few days, it's good to move around."

Wei Aola and Rex showed subtle expressions together: "Is... that so?"

(End of this chapter)