681: Chapter 215: Undead Magic, Revival of Ten Thousand Souls (Part 1) 681: Chapter 215: Undead Magic, Revival of Ten Thousand Souls (Part 1) Ye Yinzhu cast a moderately warm glance at her and countered, “Is a Necromancer necessarily evil?”
Kleyena froze, “I, I don’t know.”
Ye Yinzhu smiled faintly, “There’s still a magic petition later, I need to rest for a while.
Kleyena, remember, so-called justice and evil are merely games for the powerful.
The victor bees king, the vanquished bees an outlaw, and the victors are forever righteous.
Or to put it another way, there is no intrinsically just or evil power in this world.
When power is used for justice it is just, and when used for evil, it’s evil.
I never consider whether what I do is just, only that it is without regret in my heart.”
“Only that it is without regret in my heart?” Kleyena watched Ye Yinzhu’s figure gradually disappearing into the distance but didn’t follow.
She suddenly realized there seemed to be an insurmountable chasm between herself and this man.
The true state of affairs regarding the literary match was naturally unknown to outsiders, and the results would only be announced after all three final events had concluded.
Once Ye Yinzhu stepped out of the literary match venue, he vanished as if into thin air.
By the time Crespo and the Cruz brothers came to their senses and wanted to follow him, his silhouette had long disappeared.
A gnawing feeling of disfort was unpleasant, and Crespo even contemplated using the Landias City Defense Army to search for Ye Yinzhu, but he feared alarming Emperor Maximo.
They could only hope that the somewhat mystical young man would appear on time when the afternoon magic petition began.
At high noon, after eating lunch, the citizens converged around the grand training field.
Magic was an unattainable power for the ordinary people, whose eager eyes were fixed on the grounds of the magic finals.
Emperor Maximo, numerous high-ranking officials of the Landias Empire, as well as great nobles from allied nations had already settled in a faraway VIP stand, waiting for the magic finals to begin.
By Maximo’s side sat a young man.
The other nobles and officials didn’t dare to get close to Maximo—partly because of his imperial status and partly because this young man was too cold.
His frigid visage and slight build seemed so ordinary, yet anyone who met his gaze would feel a chilling rush inside their core.
Out of the five Mages participating in the finals, four had already arrived—the only one missing was contestant number one.
Their similar attire made them seem indistinguishable, of course, with Kleyena being an exception—after all, she was a girl.
“Crespo, where is contestant number one?
Why isn’t he here yet?” Maximo asked, turning to the line of Crespos behind him.
Crespo’s back was drenched in cold sweat, he hesitated, “Your Majesty, I, I don’t—Ah, there he is!
Look, isn’t that him?”
Watching a tall and upright figure stride into the venue, handing over the number one contestant token, Crespo felt a vast relief and silently exhaled.
Maximo followed the direction pointed out by Crespo.
Even though Ye Yinzhu had donned a cowl, Maximo’s impression of him was deep; neither the indifferent look in his eyes nor his remarkably standard build could escape the Emperor’s memory.
“Hmm, indeed, it is him.”
For reasons unknown, the young man with the air of frostiness by Maximo’s side suddenly trembled violently upon seeing Ye Yinzhu’s entrance.
Had anyone been in front of him at that moment, they would have clearly seen his pupils contract while his spiritual power flared chaotically.
Maximo, being closest to the young man, asked, “Phoenix, are you alright?”
Indeed, the young person beside him was none other than Black Phoenix, also known as Sura, using a disguise.
Sura had now reverted to the way she looked when she and Ye Yinzhu studied together at the Milan Magic Martial Academy, only her expression was icy.
“I’m fine.” After a momentary shock, Sura clung to a thread of hope in her mind.
No, it couldn’t be him.
Maximo said, “That’s good.
Look, the last to enter, contestant number one, is the person I’ve told you about.
This morning, he already won the championship in the literary final.
Pay close attention later, I really think this young man is quite something.”
To Maximo’s surprise, this time Sura did not rebut; instead, she gave a slight nod.
This subtle change considerably brightened the mood of the Landias Emperor.
If he could tie his beloved daughter to a young man with boundless potential, that would be the best oute.
“Phoenix, there’s something I need to tell you beforehand,” Maximo hesitated before deciding to divulge the secret of “Ye Su” to his daughter.
He did not want Sura to harbor any misunderstandings about him.
“What?” Sura glanced at Emperor Maximo, and the cold chill from her gaze stripped away the heat from around his body.
Emperor Maximo said, “My previous assessment of this young man was inadequate.
Not only is he a powerful Spirit Mage, but he is also a Necromancer, a Zi-ranked Necromancer at that.
I hope you choose him when it es to the final selection, but I will not force you to actually be with him.
As for what happens afterward, I will handle it.”
Upon hearing the term ‘Necromancer’, any glimmer of hope within Sura was instantly extinguished, and the lifelessness returned to her eyes.
She couldn’t even bother to speak and simply nodded slowly, signaling her acknowledgment.
‘Him’ in her heart was a Divine Music Master, also a Spirit Mage, but how could he possibly be a Necromancer?
When Ye Yinzhu entered the venue, his gaze instinctively sought out the VIP stand in the distance.
It was somewhat difficult for him to lift his head because he was afraid that all his efforts were in vain.
Yet, his heart soon ignited with excitement; even if it was just a fleeting glimpse, he would never forget that pale, indifferent face for ten thousand years.
It was Sura, truly her, even though she had disguised herself as she was when they first met.
It was indeed her!
An indescribable feeling made Ye Yinzhu’s blood seem to boil, and at this moment, he felt like he possessed endless strength.
Sura, my love, I am here.
Clenching his fists, Ye Yinzhu suppressed the impulse to rush up and recognize her.
In silence, he thought: Sura, wait for me.
When I reach the pinnacle of this literary and martial petition, I will take you home.
I will never let you suffer any grievances again.
I want to let you know that your man has the strength to protect you.
At that moment, on the Magic Finals stage below, three Mages had already taken their place.
Among them, Ye Yinzhu recognized two: Randir, the Grand Water Sorcerer, and Seng, the Grand Spatial Sorcerer who had set up the Spatial Formation in the martial skill re-examination.
Between these two, there was an elderly Mage dressed in a White Magic Robe, holding a pale gold staff set with a transparent, hexagonal gemstone.
There wasn’t a single Magic Emblem on his chest, but his body exuded a dense aura of Light Magic Elements.
At first glance, Ye Yinzhu knew that this Light Mage’s power was even above Randir and Seng, and he must be the President of the Mage Guild of the Landias Empire.
Indeed, the Old Mage, flanked by Seng and Randir, approached the front of the stage and faced Ye Yinzhu and the other four candidates, revealing a gently smiling face, “Hello, children.
Standing here, you are undoubtedly the most outstanding young Mages.
I hope that in today’s final, you will be able to exert your strongest power.”
Kleyena’s voice sounded in Ye Yinzhu’s ear, “This is Master Lange, the President of the Imperial Mage Guild.
He’s a Light Mage, so you must be careful not to let the Master see that you are a Necromancer.
This Master has been to Faran before, and even His Majesty couldn’t mand him to join the war.
He is an elder who greatly advocates for peace.”
Hearing Kleyena’s introduction, Ye Yinzhu felt a degree of respect for the Old Mage.
His character was proven by his refusal to submit to power.
Grand Sorcerer Lange’s gaze shifted in another direction, “Now, please wele the respected Peak Magic Master of this Magic petition onto the stage.”
Whether it was Lange or his panions Seng and Randir, they all showed reverence on their faces, bending their upper bodies slightly forward—a gesture typically made by disciples greeting their teacher.
The onlookers around the venue were familiar with Lange, who had presided over several previous Magic petitions as the Peak Magic Master.
They could not imagine anyone in the Landias Empire who could merit such respect from Lange in the field of magic.
In an instant, numerous curious eyes converged, eager to wele the arrival of that figure.
As this person stepped onto the stage, exclamations surged from all directions like a tide.
Almost all of the spectators, including the vast majority of those present, were filled with shock.
It was beyond their imagination that someone manding such respect from the three Presidents of the Mage Guild could be such a person.
Dressed in snow-white, with an enchanting face wearing a gentle smile, her golden wavy hair cascaded past her waist.
Her slow strides onto the stage, although her figure was hidden under the Robe, prevented any lecherous thoughts from anyone who set eyes on her.
She was bright, sacred; with her appearance, everyone felt as if their hearts were filled with something more—tranquility, peace, warmth.
All these positive emotions flooded their hearts, greatly soothing their minds.
Marina stepped toward the three Presidents and bowed slightly, saying to Grand Sorcerer Lange, “Hello, Senior Brother.”
Senior Brother?
The onlookers, looking at the young Marina and then at Lange, whose face was so wrinkled he could squash flies with them, could hardly imagine that the two were of the same generation.
But what surprised them even more came later.
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