Chapter 423: Chapter 366: Summons
The shimmer of teleportation faded within the personal laboratory, and Jeming stepped out, his figure appearing in the lab.
Not daring to delay, he opened the constantly flashing Magic Network Terminal on him and quickly connected the call.
A light screen unfolded in the air, revealing the familiar figure of Professor Clark.
As always, in his meticulous dark Wizard Robe, his iconic slightly bald forehead reflected the sheen of wisdom under the lab’s cool light, his expression as calm and focused as ever.
"Professor." Jeming greeted respectfully.
Professor Clark’s personality remained unchanged, diving straight to the point without any small talk, his tone as concise as stating experimental parameters: "Jeming, clear the schedule from a month later to about a year onwards. There’s something I need to take you to see."
"What is it?" Jeming asked curiously, though he felt no resistance.
After all, times have changed. He had a large team of Black Giant Priests working efficiently under him, advancing various research projects methodically, while the construction of the Incense Fire Divine Dao was progressing with dedicated follow-ups.
Being away for a year or so wouldn’t significantly impact core research. He also wanted a change of environment to inspire new ideas.
"Not just you," Clark added, "Viola and Anger will be coming along too. I’m taking you three to meet my mentor."
Meet the grand mentor?
Jeming was slightly taken aback.
Professor Clark’s mentor would at least be a Great Wizard of Seventh Level or higher.
He pursued further with curiosity: "Has something happened? That requires all of us to go."
Clark’s expression remained unchanged, but the words he spoke made Jeming’s pupils instantly contract: "Your grand mentor is attempting to ascend to an Eighth Level Wizard."
Eighth Level Wizard!
Jeming’s heart shook violently, as if struck by a silent thunderbolt.
In the Wizard World, Ninth Level is pinnacle, capable of creating and distorting laws, the supreme existence.
And Eighth Level is infinitely close to the top of the pyramid!
Though overshadowed by Ninth Level, Eighth Level appears insignificant, but prior to this, the entire Nolun Workshop had only one Eighth Level Workshop Master.
Seeing the shock on Jeming’s face, Clark continued to explain calmly: "Bringing you over is mainly for gaining exposure. Observing the insights of the Seventh Level ascending to Eighth Level will be invaluable for your future paths. Plus, it will introduce you to other peers of our lineage."
"Understood, sir! I’ll arrange my schedule and definitely be there on time!" Jeming responded immediately, his tone containing an uncontrollable excitement.
Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, worth even a decade, let alone a year!
As he watched the light screen close, Jeming immediately summoned his Black Giant Priests, efficiently organizing the upcoming numerous tasks.
A month flew by in the blink of an eye.
Jeming precisely arrived at Nolun No.13 Academy through the academy’s internal directional Teleportation Array, entering Clark’s office, piled with books, instruments, and unknown biological specimens.
As the white light faded, Jeming found himself the last to arrive.
Senior Sister Viola and Junior Brother Anger had long been waiting there.
What caught Jeming’s attention was the presence of a young man standing beside Anger, who appeared to be in his early twenties.
The young man bore a resemblance to Anger, his eyes filled with curiosity and slight restraint toward the unfamiliar environment.
Jeming’s keen perception swept over, instantly recognizing a familiar mark in the young man’s Soul aura — the very embryo he personally enhanced in aptitude years ago!
In other words, this young man was Anger’s child.
Further sensing his energy fluctuations, Jeming discovered he was already at the level of a First Level Wizard.
Jeming felt a unique sentiment arise within him.
In his perspective, he seemed to have just immersed himself in diligent learning and focused research for several decades, as if it were merely a fleeting moment.
Yet outside, even the offspring of his junior have grown up and embarked on the formal Wizard path.
This discrepancy in the scale of time gave him a deeper understanding of the High Tier Wizard’s perception of time.
"Jeming, you’re ’early’ indeed," Viola shook her beautiful silver-gray long hair, seemingly specially groomed today, deliberately displaying a rare elegant demeanor.
Beside her, Anger quickly led the young man to respectfully salute Jeming: "Brother Jeming, this is my child, Coles..."
"Junior Brother Anger, and this... young fellow, no need for formalities," Jeming replied with a smile, returning the salute to Anger and his offspring.
Turning his gaze to Viola, his face revealed an unrestrained expression of surprise: "Senior Sister, are you having an episode? What’s with this look today?"
A vein instantly erupted on Viola’s forehead, her forcibly maintained elegant demeanor crumbling immediately.
"What do you mean?!" She gritted her teeth, directly raising her foot and fiercely kicking Jeming’s shin with the hard tip of her shoe.
A dull "bang" sounded.
Jeming was unmoved, not even changing his expression.
His body, tempered through the "Body Refining Technique," was as hard as High Tier magical metal.
Viola, however, felt like she kicked a solid steel pillar.
Even though a Sixth Level Wizard’s physical condition is by no means inferior, she still cried out in pain, hopping on one leg, about to shed tears.
Seeing Jeming’s smug smile, a sharp gleam flickered in Viola’s eyes.
The next moment, Jeming felt a distinct pain in his shin!
"Hmm?" Jeming was genuinely surprised, looking at the grinning yet finally recovering Viola, "Senior Sister, your mastery of the Law... has reached this level?"
From Viola’s expression, it’s not merely "empathy", but directly transferring the pain that she endured back to the initiator wholly!
"Humph! You, with a body like a beast!" Viola complained while rubbing her still aching foot, but her face soon showed pride, "Well, I’m a genius!"
She spoke and seemed to be flaunting, extending her hand and making a gesture in the air.
Instantly, Jeming felt the pain in his leg vanish without a trace, as if it never existed.
Viola raised her chin, like a proud peacock: "See that? I can also ’store’ the pain, and when needed, ’deliver’ it to anyone."
Her eyes darted toward Jeming, somewhat threateningly.
Jeming immediately got the hint, clapped fervently, and exaggeratedly praised, "Impressive! Senior Sister, this mastery of the Law is truly divine, impossible to guard against!"
Beside them, Anger and his son watched, stunned, both faces filled with bewilderment.
He truly couldn’t comprehend why these seemingly profound and powerful seniors, when gathered together, their dynamics would turn so... eccentric?
