Chapter 251: Level Seven Wizard

Lei En walked through the crowd to the center and called, "Teacher."

Anxiwodasi smiled, nodded, and stroked his snow‑white beard, "Lei En, you did well. Taking you as a student is the most correct decision I've made in years; Weizelan will not forget your contribution today."

"This is what I ought to do."

Lei En responded modestly, showing no arrogance.

Anxiwodasi's face grew even more pleased, yet when his gaze swept over the surrounding Wizards, a trace of sorrow appeared in his eyes.

Lei En turned his head to look back, also sighing inwardly.

Compared with the trial council less than half an hour ago, the number of Wizards has dropped by more than one‑third!

Rough estimates put the death toll at nearly two hundred Wizards from this disaster or battle, many of whom were members of the Wizard Corps—combat‑skilled elite Wizards who led the charge, thus suffering the heaviest casualties.

This blow to Weizelan is too heavy.

Even the loss among legendary and higher Wizards is great; fortunately several Speakers are present—Kaidejia, Red Dragon Kelaoaosi and his student Roni appear unharmed, while Speaker Modela looks pale, her expression numb, standing there without a word.

But aside from the Speakers, the remaining legendary Wizards number only seven!

Among them is Aoxiliya.

Lei En remembers clearly that Weizelan's Fu Kong Cheng originally had as many as eighteen legendary Wizards; excluding the traitors Korstted and Ruin Anseram, and the Maitir he himself killed, there were still fifteen legendary Wizards.

In other words, four legendary Wizards were slain in the recent battle.

He cross‑checked the list of surviving legendary Wizards and found that among the four dead, besides Walega, there was Hilgae, a twelfth‑level Wizard, a student of Korstted.

The other two consist of one legendary Mid‑stage and one legendary Level Two Wizard.

"How tragic."

Lei En shook his head silently; any legendary Wizard is a precious talent and power.

Looking across the entire Ai Lun E Si world, Weizelan boasts one Holy Soul Wizard plus eighteen legendary Wizards, a top‑tier force no one dares to underestimate.

Now only eleven remain; Weizelan's prestige will inevitably plummet.

In Weizelan, legendary Wizards also bear the heavy duty of teaching students; losing so many teachers harms the entire inheritance system, and the development of Wizards below the legendary rank may not recover for centuries.

Since the Teacher took charge of Fu Kong Cheng, this is the first time such a massive loss has occurred.

No wonder the Teacher feels such heartache.

Moreover, there is another tricky and awkward matter: before the enemy invasion, many Wizards publicly declared they would leave Fu Kong Cheng; to put it bluntly, they also betrayed.

These Wizards had planned to go to New Village Fu Kong Cheng, but turned into Naxas instead.

Now they have nowhere to go; what should be done?

They announced withdrawal and immediately wanted to return; were the passionate oaths they made at the trial council just child's play?

The Teacher has already made it clear: once they withdraw, there is no chance to return to Fu Kong Cheng.

How can the Holy Soul Wizard's words be taken back so easily?

The ruins of the plaza fell silent, Wizards looking at each other in bewilderment.

Over eighty Wizards had just declared on the spot that they would leave Fu Kong Cheng; another group were killed on New Continent for sacrifice, and after the great battle, roughly forty remain alive.

They are all unbearably ashamed, heads lowered, awaiting Anxiwodasi's decision.

Some Wizards keep glancing at Speaker Modela.

The root cause of all these upheavals is the main planner Korstted; although Speaker Modela was used, she also bears undeniable responsibility.

Without her leveraging the Speaker's prestige to recruit in secret, so many Wizards would not have chosen to leave.

As for Mo Du's noble families, they too suffered heavy losses.

Decades of capital investment went down the drain; Fu Kong Cheng was seized by Korstted, shattering the beautiful dream of expanding New Continent and founding a new nation.

No matter how much money they lost, it has nothing to do with Weizelan's Fu Kong Cheng, and they will not be held accountable.

Yet Speaker Modela must give the nobles an answer.

"GrandSpeaker..."

Finally, Modela broke the silence.

Her voice was no longer the cold, imposing tone of before; it became hoarse and low, as if parched for days, and she said, "With so many Wizards dead, so much capital lost, so many lives vanished, I am willing to take responsibility for all this."

Anxiwodasi remained unmoved, as if he hadn't heard.

Kaidejia, as the youngest Speaker, still had the temperament of youth, sarcastically seething, "Speaker Modela, how will you take responsibility?"

In the six‑person council, he and Modela are often at odds, frequently clashing.

In the past, Modela would certainly have retorted.

But this time, she didn't even glance at Kaidejia, only stared at Anxiwodasi; seeing this millennia‑old friend show no reaction, her expression turned grim.

In fact, she didn't know how to take responsibility.

The loss suffered by Weizelan's Fu Kong Cheng cannot be remedied by a flippant claim of responsibility.

Modela still doesn't understand why events have come to this point; she recalls decades of scheming, everything seemed fine, everything done according to her own plans, never noticing Korstted's shadow, how could he have seized Fu Kong Cheng?

Without New Village Fu Kong Cheng and without the Iola Core, she can never ascend to Holy Soul.

That means there is little time left.

Modela felt desperate but remained rational; she quickly accepted her failure, yet could not accept that the Wizards who followed her had lost their home.

"GrandSpeaker, and all Wizards..."

Modela made a decision; her complexion steadied, and she shouted, "From today onward, I withdraw from the six‑person council and will no longer be Weizelan's Speaker."

Some murmurs arose in the crowd, but no one was overly surprised.

Since Modela announced her withdrawal from Fu Kong Cheng, she automatically lost her Speaker seat.

"I know many of you hate me."

Modela calmly said, "You hate me for betraying Weizelan, you hate me for being blinded, for being used and fooled by Korstted, you hate me for the disaster I brought to Weizelan, the massive loss of wealth, causing you to lose family and friends..."

"I accept all of this; I will give you all an answer," she declared, her words striking the ground.

Everyone was curious about what Mo De La would do.

Lei En's Soul Eye detected an anomaly.

Beneath Mo De La's calm exterior, emotions surged violently, her Soul's color flickered rapidly at first and finally turned gray‑white, and her aura waned rapidly.

"She wants to kill herself!"

Lei En realized Mo De La's intention.

The legendary Wizard's lifespan was already down to a few years; after a battle, her Soul Power was exhausted, her Soul was in extreme weakness, she was spent, and one foot had already stepped into the coffin.

If she slightly altered her meditation to stimulate her Soul, she could immediately end her own life.

Anxiwodasi also sensed it, his complexion changing instantly, he hurriedly intervened, "Mo De La, calm down," and raised his hand to cast a healing spell.

"No need," Mo De La shook her head calmly.

Without Soul Power, her condition deteriorated sharply; her skin cracked like dehydration, her jet‑black hair turned white‑gray and fell off in clumps, and she aged dozens of years in an instant.

"Since I have no hope of advancing to a Holy Soul, I'll use my remaining years to atone," Mo De La's eyes remained bright as she stared blankly at Anxiwodasi, speaking softly, "GrandSpeaker, I truly am sorry; this wasn't my intention."

Anxiwodasi shook his head repeatedly, "You don't need to say any more now."

"No, if I don't speak now there will be no chance later," Mo De La's voice trembled with an inexplicable emotion, "I still remember, when we entered Fu Kong Cheng together were Ze Ni Ya, Yue Ke, An Jie La Er... back then you were already a renowned genius Wizard; we always whispered about you behind your back, hoping to become friends with you."

"I worked hard at cultivation, studied knowledge, and eventually truly became friends with you."

"You have no idea how happy I am."

"From that day until now, twelve hundred and thirty‑six years have passed; Ze Ni Ya and Yue Ke are long gone."

"Later you ascended to legendary status, entered the Six-person Council, became GrandSpeaker, and finally advanced to Holy Soul Wizard, becoming the leader of Fu Kong Cheng."

"I've witnessed all of this, sincerely feeling joy for you, and I've desperately tried to keep up with you."

"But advancing to Holy Soul is too difficult."

"For over a thousand years, I've constantly wanted to become a Holy Soul Wizard," Mo De La's eyes were full of yearning, "If I were also a Holy Soul Wizard, I could continue to be friends with you. I once thought another millennium, even two or three thousand years, would come, but now it seems impossible."

Anxiwodasi's eyes reddened, faint tears glimmering.

Mo De La remained very calm, "Anxiwodasi, considering our over‑thousand‑year friendship, I hope you can give them a chance to rejoin Weizelan."

"Alright," Anxiwodasi agreed immediately.

"Thank you…"

Mo De La gazed deeply at Anxiwodasi, murmuring, "If I could return to my youth, how wonderful that would be; I would never be afraid to express myself again... but I can never go back..."

Her voice faltered, becoming barely audible.

"Farewell, old friend," after the final words, Mo De La's body decayed, as if weathered, and drifted away with the wind.

Anxiwodasi reached out and grasped, but only a wisp of fine ash fell into his palm.

He stared blankly at his hand, silent for a long while.

Among the crowd, Wizards sobbed, especially those close to Mo De La—her students and their students—who had once harbored resentment, now all vanished like smoke.

Lei En also sighed for a long time.

A friendship spanning over a thousand years is almost like family.

He is still young, unable to imagine what it's like to know someone for more than a millennium.

The teacher's reputation has echoed for a thousand years; all these years he has been solitary, his family long gone, no children, and Mo De La came from his era. Her feelings for the teacher were sincere, yet for unknown reasons they never became partners, a great regret.

The Soul Eye saw Mo De La's Soul dissipate outright.

Because a Soul Transformation was in progress, the phone system was upgrading, so it could not absorb the Soul; even if it could, Lei En would disable the function.

In the silence, the Soul Transformation progress bar reached its end.

Beep!

The phone interface in view went black, entering reboot.

Lei En instantly lost the Soul Eye, along with several phone‑attached functions such as the gyroscope, All‑Sounds, and Personal Library.

This made him a bit uneasy, but the fused Elements remained, and his physical strength was unchanged.

Perhaps this Soul Transformation differed, or perhaps a large amount of Soul Power had converted to charge without being used; this reboot was extremely fast, lasting less than ten seconds, and a Little Red Flower of eight petals reappeared in view.

Lei En recalled that when the phone boots, his pupils exhibit an anomaly.

He hurriedly bowed his head, closed his eyes, and pretended to mourn Mo De La like everyone else.

Soon, the reboot completed.

The interface opened in view; Lei En hadn't even time to scan the post‑Soul Transformation changes when he saw the ring of batteries surrounding the Little Red Flower fill instantly!

All one hundred charge slots were filled green.

"Whoa, the soul of a Legendary High-rank Arcane master is so powerful it let me level up twice!"

Lei En jumped in shock.

Normally, once charge is full, a Soul Ascension occurs, but Lei En hasn't fused a new demon Soul, no new branch has sprouted on the World Tree, and a step in the meditation is missing, so he is stuck at a bottleneck and the Soul hasn't ascended.

Yet the charge kept surging, causing Lei En's head to throb again.

He quickly looked at the Element icon on the interface.

After this Soul Transformation, many Elements could continue to be strengthened; Lei En first tried "Strength".

At this moment, without the buffs of "Frenzy Beast Blood Potion" and "Giant Slayer," the battle music had long ceased, the Blessing of Justice ended, only the Titan Power effect remained, keeping Strength at level nine.

He tried injecting Soul Power; the progress bar under the Strength Element advanced slowly.

"Great."

Lei En was overjoyed; Strength had been stuck at level seven for a long time, and now it could be enhanced again.

He observed for a few seconds, finding that merely strengthening "Strength" left surplus, so he tried other Elements; Steel Body and Activated Metal could not be enhanced, remaining at level three.

Strangely, level‑seven "Swiftness" also failed.

Whenever Soul Power was invested in "Swiftness," the Strength progress bar slowed almost to a halt. These two Elements seemed mutually exclusive, unable to be strengthened simultaneously.

"What's going on?"

Lei En was somewhat at a loss; could it be that strength and agility, once they reach a certain level, would conflict, making it impossible to have both?

He couldn't figure it out for a moment; when choosing between the two elements, he would definitely prioritize strengthening strength.

Then he poured the remaining soul power into the arcane element, first selecting these three spells: Electric Blast Orb, Dragon Power Technique, and Rainbow Light Ray.

The progress bars for the four elements flashed simultaneously, advancing steadily.

With so much soul power expended, the feeling of his head about to burst vanished instantly; Lei En let out a breath of relief, looking happily at the phone interface as he waited for the upgrade to finish.

When the mourning ended, the rise in electric charge also stopped.

Strength strengthened to level eight!

Electric Blast Orb, Dragon Power Technique, and Rainbow Light Ray also all rose to the fourth ring, with some to spare; Lei En poured the excess into Thunderclap Technique, its progress bar only a short segment away from advancing to the next ring.

"A seventh‑level wizard can fuse the magic soul of 'Radiant Bubbles'!" Lei En thought, somewhat impatiently.

(End of chapter)