Delyan was in a rather good mood.
Being the chief examiner for new student admissions... this was a great assignment. Not only could she flaunt her authority in front of the freshmen, but if she managed to spot promising talents early and bring them into her own academy, it would count as a major achievement. On top of that, she could also earn academic credits.
Besides, Delyan herself quite enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.
Right now, she had even exposed someone’s silly little trick right in front of everyone, earning her the adoring gazes of her juniors.
The only thing that struck Delyan as odd was the reaction of the black-haired man’s companion—the female elf. Instead of looking embarrassed or angry, she was laughing so hard she could barely stand straight.
"Hahaha! Xia Lun, did you hear that? You have to take the entrance exam too... Hahaha! I can’t breathe!" Liyana was practically wheezing with laughter, while Aina covered her mouth gracefully, suppressing a chuckle.
Naturally, Xia Lun wasn’t upset. His lips still carried that gentle smile.
"So your name is Xia Lun? Quite the ‘heroic’ name," Delyan remarked, sizing up the black-haired man before her.
Given the existence of the legendary Hero, countless parents had named their children Xia Lun. Delyan didn’t think much of it.
"A real hero wouldn’t resort to such underhanded tricks... You’d better take the test properly. I look forward to seeing you in the academy." Delyan waved her hand dismissively. Xia Lun’s demeanor was naturally likable, and even after this incident, she didn’t dislike him.
Xia Lun didn’t offer any explanation and simply retreated into the crowd.
"What now, Xia Lun? Should I call Wolund over?" Aina instinctively looped her arm around Xia Lun’s.
"No need. Let’s not cause too much of a scene. We’ll just take the test like everyone else," Xia Lun declined with a smile.
Aina blinked. She had a feeling that if Xia Lun took this test, it would cause an even bigger uproar.
"Hey, what about me? I haven’t studied much magic. If I don’t pull some strings, what if I fail?" Liyana suddenly pointed at herself.
Everyone around them was dressed in robes, while she stood out like a sore thumb in her light armor.
Many eyes instinctively turned toward her, marveling at the elf’s breathtaking beauty before shyly looking away—a display of youthful bashfulness unique to boys their age.
Xia Lun: "Didn’t she say it already? If you fail, you go to a different branch."
Liyana: "So we’d be separated?"
Xia Lun: "So be it."
"Hey! Xia Lun, you’re so heartless! Aren’t I your sworn brother? Brothers should share a dorm room..."
Aina suddenly became alert: "Liyana, I’ll be the only one sharing a room with Xia Lun. You’d better get your own."
"Why? When we camped in the wild, we all slept together..."
"Times have changed..."
Xia Lun probably never dreamed that one day, they’d be arguing over dorm arrangements.
"Alright, newcomers, it’s time. Follow me." Delyan addressed the hundred or so people in the square before striding through the gates of Olifandor without a backward glance.
Once inside the campus, Xia Lun was surprised to find that the already dense mana in the air had intensified even further.
Staying in a place like this for long, even without dedicated training, would gradually increase one’s mana reserves.
"Now I understand why some of you humans, despite your short lifespans, can still reach unimaginable heights," Liyana mused.
Compared to long-lived races, humans were undoubtedly at a disadvantage when it came to their potential upper limits.
For long-lived races, strength accumulated naturally over time—that much was undeniable.
Humans, however, were constrained by their lifespans, unable to reach higher realms.
But resources could compensate for this quite well.
Delyan led the group down a long corridor and into a grand hall.
Before them floated numerous crystal orbs, each engraved with intricate patterns—these were mana detection devices.
"Come here."
Aina gently tugged at Xia Lun and Liyana’s sleeves, and the two leaned in.
Aina placed her palms on their backs, and a magic circle swiftly inscribed itself onto them.
"A spell to falsify mana signatures," Aina whispered playfully, blinking. "Your actual mana would shatter these things."
Xia Lun needed no explanation—Aina knew his current state better than anyone. As for Liyana, she was an elf with over a thousand years of accumulated power, not someone to be underestimated.
Delyan demonstrated by cupping a crystal orb in her hands, causing it to emit a dazzling red light.
"This is a mana detector. The color represents elemental affinity, and the brightness indicates mana quality... If any of you are as strong as Headmaster Wolund, give us a heads-up first—you’ll break the orb."
The crowd burst into laughter.
Then, a freshman raised their hand and asked curiously, "Senior Delyan, has any new student ever broken a detector before?"
"Yes," Delyan’s expression turned solemn. "Just last year, there was one—a warrior who wanted to study magic at Olifandor. He got too nervous, squeezed too hard, and shattered the orb. It caused quite a stir. After that..."
Delyan suddenly grabbed one of the orbs beside her, lifted it high above her head, and slammed it onto the ground with a resounding crash.
"Boom—" The sharp sound echoed through the hall.
Everyone stared in shock.
Then, the orb slowly rose back into the air, completely unharmed despite the impact.
The floor bore a shallow dent, but it began repairing itself at a visible pace, soon leaving no trace behind.
"After that, the upgraded mana detectors became much harder to break."
The hall fell silent, save for Delyan’s boisterous laughter.
"Hm? Miss Elf, what are you doing?" Delyan suddenly noticed Liyana lurking at the back, looking rather shifty.
"N-Nothing, ahahaha..." Liyana scratched the back of her head, laughing awkwardly.
Her right hand discreetly slipped a cracked, dimly glowing orb into her spatial ring.
With so many detectors here... surely no one would notice one missing...
Delyan felt a twinge of suspicion but didn’t press further.
"Liyana..." Xia Lun sighed in exasperation.
"I couldn’t help it! She said these things were sturdy, and I got competitive. You know how I am, Xia Lun—I have a strong drive to win... Who knew I’d accidentally crush one?"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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