As soon as Ye Chuan finished speaking, Leah, who was lying on the ground, suddenly let out a soft groan. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Having just woken up, her consciousness was still a bit blurry. She propped herself up on the ground, trying to climb up, but the movement pulled at her wounds. She gasped in pain, her face instantly turning deathly pale.
Seeing Ye Chuan and Count Leon slumped on the ground, Leah's eyes narrowed, and she instantly became alert. She forced herself to stand up and reached for her waist, only to find her broadsword long gone, leaving her with nothing but shattered armor and a body full of aching wounds.
"Lord Count, are you alright? This guy..."
"I'm fine." Count Leon waved his hand, the fat on his face jiggling.
"He didn't lay a hand on me. He just wants me to send troops to the royal capital to exterminate the disguised monsters."
Leah furrowed her brows and turned to look at Ye Chuan, her eyes full of suspicion.
"Hmph, what exactly are you trying to do? Are you trying to trick us into deploying troops with such a lie?"
"Do you think with my strength, I need to lie to you?" Ye Chuan smiled cheerfully.
"If I wanted to, not a single person in Valoran would ever appear on the continent of Aether again after tonight."
Leah's expression changed.
She could tell that Ye Chuan wasn't joking; the other party truly possessed such strength!
Seeing the pale faces of Leah and Count Leon, Ye Chuan just casually waved his hand.
"I have an identification magic spell on hand that can directly see through the true forms of the disguised monsters. As long as I teach this magic to the mages of Valoran and have them conduct a large-scale identification of the people in the city, we will naturally be able to root out the monsters hiding in the dark."
"Identification magic?"
Leah was stunned for a moment, clearly a bit surprised.
She had never heard of a magic that could directly see through disguises. After all, the abilities of the disguised monsters were extremely stealthy, capable of evading even the detection magic of high-tier mages.
"That's right. I've already used this method once in Miral, and the results were great." Ye Chuan shrugged.
"Gather the mages here. I'll teach them on the spot. Whether it's true or not, we'll know once we try."
Count Leon hesitated for a moment, looking at Leah and then at Ye Chuan.
He still harbored some doubts in his heart, but since Ye Chuan dared to teach the magic on the spot, it didn't seem like he was lying.
Moreover, if such a magic truly existed, finding the monsters would be a good thing for Valoran.
"Alright! I believe you!" Count Leon gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He stood up and shouted toward the door.
"Guards! Go notify all the mages in the city immediately and have them gather at the manor first thing tomorrow morning! Tell them that a high-tier magic will be taught to them!"
The guards outside hastily complied and hurried off.
Leah looked at Count Leon's back, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
She decided to wait and see tomorrow. If anything really went amiss, she would protect the Count and Valoran even if it cost her life.
Early the next morning, Count Leon's manor was packed with people.
The mages of Valoran gathered in twos and threes, discussing fervently, their eyes filled with curiosity and doubt.
"High-tier magic? Where did the Lord Count invite this mage from?"
"I don't know. I heard he's going to teach it on the spot. Could it be someone from the Magic Tower?"
"I just wonder how strong this lord is. He wouldn't be some swindler, would he?"
Right at this moment, Ye Chuan followed Count Leon and Leah out and stood on the high platform.
Seeing how young Ye Chuan was, the mages instantly erupted into an uproar, with voices of doubt rising one after another.
"So young? I'm afraid he hasn't even mastered third-tier magic, right? And he dares to claim he's teaching high-tier magic?"
"Exactly! I think the Lord Count has been scammed! This kid is obviously a fraud!"
"How old is this young man?! Teaching magic to a hundred-and-eighty-year-old grand mage like me?"
Count Leon frowned and was just about to explain when Ye Chuan raised his hand to stop him.
His indifferent gaze swept over the mages below the stage. A majestic magical aura instantly spread out, pressing down with the weight of a massive mountain. It made all the mages instantly shut their mouths and slump to the ground with pale faces, finding it difficult even to breathe.
"Now, do you still think I'm a fraud?" Ye Chuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
The mages looked at Ye Chuan in terror, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Seventh-tier!
This young man in front of them, who looked barely in his early twenties, was actually a seventh-tier mage?
One must know that the highest-tier mage in all of Valoran was only at the sixth tier!
The few mages who had taken the lead in questioning him earlier were now flushed red with shame, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into.
They had actually questioned a seventh-tier mage. It was simply the height of arrogance!
"S-Senior! We were blind to your greatness! Please forgive us!"
A white-haired old mage stood up tremblingly and bowed to apologize to Ye Chuan.
The other mages also snapped back to their senses and hurriedly stood up to bow, not daring to show the slightest neglect.
Ye Chuan retracted his magical aura, his tone flat:
"I'm not here to bicker with you. I gathered you all today to teach you an identification magic spell."
He wasted no more words. With a wave of his hand, he formed a series of complex magical runes.
"This magic is called Detection. As a type of identification magic, circulating your mana to activate the runes will allow you to see through disguises."
As he spoke, Ye Chuan condensed mana at his fingertips, guiding the runes in the air to spin.
The mages below the stage quickly learned it; after all, it wasn't a very difficult spell.
Moreover, this magic had been optimized by Lilith, so even very weak mages could learn it.
"When normal living beings are detected, they will only emit a faint aura of life," Ye Chuan explained.
"If it's a disguised monster, the Detection spell will emit a red light as a warning. Pair up and practice with each other to get familiar with the rhythm of the magic's circulation."
The mages quickly complied, pairing up and standing in position. They began to softly chant incantations, circulating their mana to imitate the trajectory of the runes.
In the open space of the manor, the rising and falling magical fluctuations seemed a bit chaotic, but they carried an air of excitement. Being able to learn a new magic spell was a stroke of tremendous luck for any mage.
Count Leon and Leah stood on the high platform, keeping a close eye on the movements below.
Not long after, a sharp gasp of shock suddenly pierced the tranquility of the manor:
"Red light! It's a red light!"
Everyone abruptly turned their heads to look, only to see that among a pair of mages on the western side, a middle-aged mage wearing a gray robe and looking rather unassuming was currently emitting a red light!
"W-What are you?!" The young mage paired with him was so frightened that he repeatedly backed away, dropping his staff on the ground, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
The middle-aged mage locked onto by the red light stiffened, and his originally gentle eyes instantly turned ferocious.
"I didn't expect this magic to actually work!" He let out a roar that didn't belong to a human. The skin all over his body began to crazily twist and swell, tearing his gray robe to shreds.
His head gradually swelled, covered in a slimy, dark-green ooze. Countless black compound eyes squirmed across his face, and two thick tentacles burst from his shoulders. Tipped with sharp barbs, they exuded a nauseating, foul stench.
"I'm going to kill you all!"
"Did I give you permission to move?" a voice rang out. In the very next second, the disguised monster was instantly reduced to fine dust, violently pulverized by sheer aura!
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
