Finally, Jeming picked up the moving Talisman Witchcraft.
This device was fashioned into a belt shape and could be directly fastened around the waist.
Injecting Spiritual Power, a gentle yet powerful Energy Field lifted him up.
Jeming hovered steadily in the center of the training ground, controlling the Witchcraft, and gradually accelerating his body within the training ground!
Whoosh!
Jeming's figure gradually turned into a blur, racing within the space of the training ground, at speeds far beyond what he achieved using the Wizard ditation thod to construct the Flying Skill Rune alone.
He nimbly weaved between obstacles, stopping sharply, changing direction, climbing, and diving, moving smoothly and quickly.
The extra agility brought by the Cultivation Immortality Light Body Technique made him as free as a swimming fish in the air.
In just a few minutes, Jeming explored every corner of the training ground, feeling extrely satisfied with the speed and maneuverability brought by the Moving Talisman.
He stopped, hovering in mid-air, playing with those prototype Talisman Witchcraft devices in his hand.
The energy absorption system in the training ground was quickly dissipating the energy fluctuations caused by his experint, with a faint burnt sll and residual Elental fluctuations lingering in the air.
After repeated testing and fine-tuning, Jeming felt a genuine satisfaction with the performance and potential of these three types of Talisman Witchcraft devices.
They fully reached his initial goals and clearly surpassed the sa level of Wizards in power, speed, and versatility.
While Jeming was focused on researching and crafting, and repeatedly testing and tuning these prototypes in the training ground, the news about the trial had already stirred up a huge commotion.
It wasn't until he walked out of the lab that he found out the trial was no longer just a rumor brought by Amy but a formal academy announcent, spread with giant Rune projections throughout every corner of Nolun Academy.
The Apprentices reacted differently.
So Apprentices looked nervous, clutching thick books and shuttling between the library and classrooms, frantically cramming knowledge that might be used in the trial.
Others held their heads high, eyes filled with fighting spirit, gathering in the training ground, testing their Witchcraft and Magic Guides, confident that it was a perfect opportunity to showcase their talent and gain the higher-ups' favor in the academy.
So appeared exceptionally calm, continuing to study and live at their own pace, seemingly unconcerned about the trial results.
Even more, those Apprentices whose talent ratings were not high and were usually overlooked, were now brimming with unyielding determination and desire.
They knew that on the Barbaric Plane battlefield, talent wasn't everything. Strategy, wisdom, and thorough preparation were equally important.
They wanted to use this opportunity to prove they were no worse than those "geniuses."
Influenced by this news, various practical Witchcraft Artifacts and Potions in the school, especially combat consumables like Instant Witchcraft, Ergency Potions, and Simple Scrolls, saw a rapid price surge, even reaching several tis their usual value.
This allowed those Logistics Elent Apprentices who were on the poverty line to earn a small windfall.
However, all this ant little to Jeming.
Looking at the Talisman Witchcraft in his hands that shimred with a faint glow, feeling the power contained within.
These were his labor of love, completed after several tests and modifications.
"Although there are other ideas I'd like to test, it's a bit too late for that... it seems that this trial can only first evaluate the practical application of these three Talisman Witchcraft prototypes."
He put away the Talisman Witchcraft devices, his eyes glinting with eager anticipation.
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...
In the massive Teleportation Array Plaza, the air was thick with a complex and intense atmosphere.
Thousands of Nolun Academy's Wizard Apprentices of the sa class gathered here, their faces filled with excitent, tension, worry, eagerness, apprehension...
A mix of whispers and equipnt clinking together rged into a noisy torrent.
At the center of the plaza, the gigantic Teleportation Array radiated a deep blue light, emitting a space fluctuation that stirred one's heart.
Jeming stood near the periphery of the crowd, seemingly calm as he surveyed the surroundings.
His hands hung naturally by his sides, but his fingertips subtly rubbed the tal pendants hanging from his waist under his robe—the camouflage of his Talisman Witchcraft devices.
He observed those renowned geniuses in the academy.
Most of them had ford groups of threes and fours, wearing clearly self-crafted Wizard Robes or light armor with strong energy fluctuations, holding various styles of Magic Wands or Energy Guides.
Their aura was distinctly different from the average Apprentices around them, carrying an air of strong arrogance and confidence.
"Jeming!"
A lively voice interrupted his observations.
Amy, wearing a light but protective runed Apprentice Robe and holding a Magic Potion Bag that seed valuable, quickly walked over to him.
"You don't seem nervous at all," Amy said with a hint of admiration, "No surprise there, it's you."
Jeming smiled, "After studying for so long, I can still handle this kind of scene."
Amy covered her mouth with a smile, then lowered her voice slightly, with a touch of pride, "Speaking of which, it's thanks to your last tip!"
"Oh? What tip?" Jeming asked.
"After you interacted with Professor Clark and told the specific details of this academy trial, I made early preparations!" Amy's eyes sparkled, "I heard from you that the trial would involve a new Plane and that Apprentice Level equipnt and Potions made by oneself were allowed... With this tip, I made a fortune!"
"That's all due to your own abilities," Jeming shook his head, "I rely passed along so information."
His words were not humble; using her above-average networking skills, Amy imdiately cooperated with several Alchemy Elent and Potion Elent Apprentices after getting the tip.
They preemptively stockpiled a batch of common raw materials and rushed to make a batch of Apprentice Level Witchcraft Artifacts and Potions.
Once the trial announcent was officially made, Amy made a huge profit by taking advantage of the skyrocketing prices of these materials and consumables.
If an ordinary student didn't have Amy's networking abilities, even with this information, they wouldn't have enough start-up capital to earn much.
"Besides, didn't you give a share of the profit?"
"Hey, those Points were nothing, thanks to your help."
Amy waved her hand with pride, but soon frowned, "However, this trial is so dangerous, there will definitely be casualties... Don't be careless."
"Don't worry, I'm well prepared," Jeming replied calmly.
At that mont, a loud and authoritative voice echoed in the center of the plaza.
"Silence!"
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