The fierce wind ceased, and a figure with billowing white hair stood tightly against a wall.
The shadowy figure maintained a punching stance, his entire right hand enveloped in a ferocious white blaze, with only a thread of a gap between his fist and the protruding Energy Absorption Crystal on the test wall.
The vast test wall seemed to transform into a body of water, as terrifying fluctuations of power formed visible ripples, emanating in circles from the fist as the base, causing the wall’s Energy Absorption Crystals to light up continuously...
"Fortunately, I didn’t punch down completely..."
"Otherwise, the entire wall might have been directly shattered!"
Ronan looked at his right fist with an odd expression, as if beholding a rare treasure, his eyes burning intensely.
After a long while, the fearsome aura and mystical power fluctuations on him gradually subsided, his robe and white hair fell back down, and the surrounding white flames vanished.
He looked up, suddenly a line of reminder text caught Ronan’s eyes—[The Magic Wall’s maximum tolerance is Wizard Level 2, if any Energy Absorption Crystal gets damaged during the test, please contact Hector Flynn for compensation according to the price...]
Ronan stared at those words for a long time, sparks of light flashing in his eyes, though it was unclear what he was thinking.
The Magic Airship cast a huge shadow in front of the dome-shaped building, causing people coming and going to instinctively squint and look up.
However, the airship, flickering with faint blue rune light, quickly disappeared. The hazy and distant outline of the Sun appeared below the tower of the Seventh Magic Rings, and the onlookers withdrew their gazes, only to suddenly notice an additional man’s figure not far away.
The man was dressed in an exquisitely luxurious Silver Robe, which flowed with a faint glow under the sunlight, marked with the emblem of the Magic Ring on his chest, exuding an indescribable complex temperament—noble, cold, and stern.
A short man quickly ran out of the Magic Training Hall and approached the man in the Silver Robe.
The man in the Silver Robe walked straight towards the building, his voice sounding like the collision of two rough metal blocks.
"Today, have you spotted any suitable candidates?"
The short man followed closely behind him, reporting rapidly with his head bowed.
"There’s one at Intermediate Level 1 Stage, training in Fire Magic, and the Seal he refines seems quite impressive.
I secretly had someone inquire about him, he seems to have come from the Westernmost Land, with intentions to settle in the Magic Rings..."
"Late Level 1 Stage, a very powerful Late Level 1 Stage, might even be a Second-level Wizard!"
The short man’s tone unconsciously became a bit repressed with excitement; he instinctively looked up to check the expression of the man in the Silver Robe but found him unchanged, so he continued.
"...That person probably didn’t want to draw attention, thus, he chose a Level 1 training room. He controlled the power of his Spells well, causing no damage to even a single Energy Absorption Crystal, but...unfortunately damaged the monitoring runes behind the testing wall..."
"Honestly, that thing really shouldn’t be installed behind the testing wall, I’ve damaged quite a few this month...."
"..By the time I received the notification and rushed over, it was already unclear whether it was a specific person or several people who did it."
After finishing his report in one breath, the short man realized that the man in the Silver Robe had stopped walking.
"Which training room?"
His voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuations, sounded.
"Number five." The short man tensed up, quickly running ahead to lead the way.
It wasn’t long before the two arrived at their destination.
When they arrived, a young Official Wizard-level individual was just walking out from the nearby training room. Seeing the two men, he loudly complained in frustration.
"What’s the matter with your training rooms? Why assign me a room where the Free Energy Particles are almost depleted?!"
"I stayed there half the day, not to mention practice, I couldn’t even perform a few decent Spells! This time shouldn’t count, you must refund—Eh?!"
His complaint was cut off midway; his face suddenly changed, as if someone had grabbed his throat. He bowed his head, apologized quickly, and then hurriedly walked away.
The man in the Silver Robe withdrew his gaze and naturally walked into the training room marked "Number five."
He stood in the middle of the room, closed his eyes, and his potent spiritual power surged out like a tide, covering the entire room.
The short man bowed down behind the man in the silver robe, staying silent, just waiting respectfully.
A moment later, the man in the silver robe opened his eyes.
That cold voice, reminiscent of the friction of metal blocks, echoed in the room again.
"The energy particles in this room are indeed much denser than normal, resembling the aftereffects of a powerful spell release.
To be able to drain all the free energy particles from several nearby training rooms in one breath, such a dominant and aggressive casting manner... I’m starting to believe what you just said..."
"Find a way to find that person for me..."
The man in the silver robe spoke while lightly touching a large, metal-like scratch on his right cheek, murmuring softly, "If we successfully introduce a person of this caliber into the Magic Ring... The few Magic Potions I’m missing should also be replenished in one go.
And you, Gu Wei, my friend... will also receive a satisfactory reward."
The short man, visibly excited by these words, responded loudly, then quickly walked out of the room.
"Ro...Lord Ronan, why has your hair turned white?!"
As Ronan just entered the Blueberry Inn, Alida, who sat despondently at the counter, stood up in surprise.
She was still holding a feather duster for shooing insects, examining Ronan from head to toe as if seeing something rare.
Soon, Alida’s cheeks blushed, and with a hint of a young girl’s bashfulness, she whispered softly, "But Lord Ronan with white hair seems even more handsome..."
Ronan smiled, ignoring her comment, and went upstairs alone.
After returning from the Magic Training Room, Ronan felt much more relieved.
Perhaps it was using spells to vent his inner gloom, or perhaps the results of testing a few of his tricks had exceeded his expectations, giving him a lot of confidence and support, Ronan felt that the anxiety over not getting the appropriate Soul Seal had greatly eased.
"Even if everything isn’t going well, life must still go on, right?"
Ronan’s heart returned to a state of tranquil indifference, methodically carrying out his daily obligatory routines.
However, life is often so miraculous, when you stop caring about the various misfortunes you encounter, they can no longer hurt or affect you and can only scurry away in defeat.
At that point, good luck begins to come knocking one after another.
Accompanied by the clear sound of gears colliding, a complex rune pattern on a small metal box lit up and then quickly extinguished, followed by the lid automatically opening, and the contents inside fully revealed to Ronan.
A faint joy appeared on Ronan’s face.
This mysterious metal box from Linus, he had been trying to decode it since he advanced to Level 1 Wizard.
It took him more than four months to finally open it.
Ronan curiously examined the items inside the box, which weren’t many—just four:
A snow-white envelope.
A necklace adorned with ice-blue gems.
And two rune stones that shimmered dimly.
From left to right, Ronan thought for a moment and first picked up the two rune stones.
His spiritual power slowly infiltrated, and as Ronan gradually understood what the rune stones in his hand were, the expression on his face became increasingly peculiar.
Ronan looked at the two rune stones in his hands, at loss for words to express his complex feelings at the moment.
Both of these rune stones were legacy types.
One detailed the complete inheritance of all First Rank Ice Magic.
The other was engraved with a matching Ice type Soul Seal.
The Seal was named—[Frozen Soil]!