【Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task. Please claim your reward on the corresponding interface.】
Yan Zhen walked along the road toward the academy, trailing behind the five women as he silently pulled up the System interface to claim his reward.
When he had previously cultivated the Emperor Flame Technique, the System had rewarded him with a Summon Card: Flame-Headed Sanzang. When he cultivated the Ancestral Symbol Scripture, it gave him a second Summon Card: Stick Wielder. Now, after cultivating the Primordial Dharma Body Atlas, the System’s reward was once again a rare Summon Card—
【Special Trump Card: Eighty Million Gold-Plated White Dragon】
Yan Zhen’s breathing grew heavy.
—It was here! A dragon! His dragon!
He examined the card closely. It depicted a sleek four-clawed divine dragon with white scales, its body overlaid with a hazy golden glow. Its eyes gazed imperiously, its whiskers fluttered, and it exuded an aura of nobility.
As for its abilities…
【Upon activation, summons a Gilded White Dragon from ancient times. Base realm: Mystic Ancestor. For each additional summoned shadow on the field, increases by one major realm, up to Mystic Saint maximum. Base star rating: One-Star. Increases by one star for each additional enemy on the field. Possesses theoretical maximum attack power for its current realm, along with extremely high defense.】
【Ultimate Skill: Gilded Dragon Breath – Breathes out golden dragon breath, coating targets on the field with gold and restricting their movements. Can only be used once per summon.】
【Greater Ultimate Skill: Out-of-Print White Dragon – Creates three clones, combining earth, water, wind, and fire attributes to unleash a chaotic strike. Can only be used once per summon.】
【Supreme Ultimate Skill: Eighty Million Storm – Spreads wings to create a black hole, sweeping away all wealth from enemies on the field, totaling eighty-seven million Mystic Crystals. Can only be used once per summon.】
—Holy crap! Insanely strong! OP!
First, the passives: base realm of Mystic Ancestor, increasing by one major realm per additional summoned shadow!
Yan Zhen still had 【Flame-Headed Sanzang】 and 【Stick Wielder】. Summoning them all together would push the Gilded White Dragon straight to Supreme Realm!
And that Supreme Ultimate Skill—an invincible money grab, loot and scoot!
Imagine sneaking into an enemy’s lair, summoning the Gilded White Dragon, unleashing the Supreme Ultimate Skill to vacuum their treasury, then hopping on and flying away!
Eighty-seven million Mystic Crystals!
Not the everyday Crystal Coins they used, but Mystic Crystals—the cultivation resource for Mystic Lords and above. Incredibly precious!
Nearly ninety million Mystic Crystals—even a Holy Land Academy couldn’t sustain that kind of loss.
Yan Zhen rapidly recalled the plot points from the script, searching for any villainous lair overflowing with riches ripe for the taking.
Heh heh heh~
“Cousin! Cousin!”
His cousin’s call snapped Yan Zhen back to reality.
“Hm? What’s up, Meng’er?”
“You look the one who’s off. You seemed distracted, grinning mischievously. It was a bit creepy.”
It wasn’t just Yan Meng’er—even Yan Ruyu gave him a strange look.
“Ahem.” Yan Zhen adjusted his expression. “It’s nothing. I’ve just been practicing a new Mystic Technique lately, so I’ve been a bit absorbed in it.”
Yan Ruyu shot him a sideways glance.
“Are you nervous about dueling Mentor Yu Xuan?”
“What’s there to be nervous about? It’s just a formality.” Yan Zhen remained utterly calm. “Besides, Mentor Yu Xuan wouldn’t actually go all out on me—right, Mentor?”
Mentor Yu Xuan, walking ahead, turned her head and glanced back with an amused smile.
“That depends on your performance.”
Yan Zhen’s heart skipped a beat. He shot her a pitiful look, which drew soft chuckles from the four women.
The laughter drew glances from passersby on the road. When they saw the academy’s five campus belles walking together, their eyes lit up. But when they noticed the five belles all clustered around Yan Zhen, those eyes turned green with envy.
They arrived at the Ceremony Plaza of the Silver Moon Mystic Academy, where the spectator seats were nearly packed.
Seeing that the campus belles had no seats, their admirers eagerly offered theirs. In moments, a section opened up in the front row.
The four women were used to such treatment. They simply said “thank you” and took their seats smoothly.
As for Yan Zhen, he followed Mentor Yu Xuan to the center of the plaza for the ceremony.
There weren’t many graduates this year from the Mystic Academy—fewer than a hundred. Most had only recently advanced to Mystic Scholar, with elites like Xiao Mie and Yu Yue, already at Three-Star or Four-Star, being rare exceptions.
Besides them, powerhouses like the Mingkong Heir and Ye Si—who had been Mystic Scholars almost from the start of the term—had also returned and now stood behind their respective mentors.
Yan Zhen paid them no mind. He was no longer on their level. That said, the Mingkong Heir, a Five-Star Mystic Scholar—
Oh yeah, here it came. Mi Xue’er would approach Yan Zhen to issue a challenge, requesting a duel after the ceremony to test his skills!
But it wouldn’t happen.
After watching Yan Zhen’s fight with Mentor Yu Xuan, the Mingkong Heir would realize Yan Zhen had reached the Mystic Master Realm. Knowing he was no match, he’d slip away the moment the ceremony ended.
…
After the dean’s lengthy speech and a series of pointless formalities, it was finally time for the mentor-student duels.
These teacher-student battles served as a “final lesson” and were mostly ceremonial—the outcomes didn’t matter.
Still, since Yan Zhen would be heading to Holy Land Academy with Mentor Yu Xuan, this “final lesson” felt a little off.
They drew lots, and Yan Zhen with Mentor Yu Xuan ended up last. So he sat beside her, idly watching the matches on stage.
The mentors were all Mystic Masters, while the graduates were Mystic Scholars. Nothing worth watching—he could take two at once.
The only one to catch Yan Zhen’s eye was Xiao Mie.
After his breakthrough, Xiao Mie’s cultivation had surged, reaching Four-Star Mystic Scholar. In his duel with his mentor, he unleashed a flurry of low-tier Mystic Techniques, flashes of lightning making quite the spectacle.
Yan Zhen felt a hint of emotion. Half a year ago, his battle with Xiao Mie had left them both nearly crippled. Now? To put it bluntly, one slap would suffice.
In that moment, Yan Zhen felt grateful that he was playing the protagonist. If he were a villain or a side character, how miserable would that be?
Sure, the no-female-lead script had been tough, and the female characters deviating from the plot gave him headaches. But overall, it was still pretty good.
Unbeknownst to him, the teacher-student duels reached the final match. System-chan’s voice chimed in his mind, and a task interface popped up before him.
The Role-Playing Requirement was simple: Break the Mystic Academy’s record by defeating the mentor as a student!
“Stop spacing out, Yan Zhen. Let’s go up.”
“Oh, alright.”
Yan Zhen leisurely followed Mentor Yu Xuan onto the arena. They stood ten meters apart, facing each other silently.
The Silver Moon Mystic Academy’s most beautiful mentor versus the academy’s most talented student in history!
Every eye in the crowd locked onto them, eager not to miss a single thrilling moment.
Mentor Yu Xuan lightly gripped the air with her jade hand, Mystic Power coalescing into a bow. She smiled and said,
“Should I suppress my realm to One-Star Mystic Master?”
Yan Zhen raised his hand similarly, Mystic Power forming a greatsword. He replied,
“Either way works for me. Whatever you prefer, Mentor.”
This single exchange stunned all the students and mentors present!
Mystic Power Condensation—Mystic Master Realm!
Yan Zhen was a Mystic Master!?
