NOVGO.NET Chapter 1083 - 1083: Heavenly Wizard Academy
The skies split open like a river of stars as the flying treasure palace descended through the final portal. Its golden pillars gleamed against the dawn, casting light across the boundless clouds. Kent stood at the forefront, his wives and companions gathered behind him. Below, emerald peaks rose like titans from the mist, their crowns sharp and proud.
Fatty Ben leaned out over the railing, his belly nearly tipping him forward. His voice cracked with excitement. “At last! Heavenly Wizard Academy! The very name makes my hair stand.” He clapped his head, then grinned sheepishly. “If I had hair.”
The others laughed softly. Even Kent allowed the corner of his mouth to rise a fraction.
Ahead, seven towering mountains spread out like a circle of guardians. Between them, countless smaller sect homes and cultivation courts nestled into valleys, their roofs shining in colors of jade, silver, and red. And at the very heart of it all, above the central mountain, floated bold glowing characters of divine light:
Heavenly Wizard Academy.
The letters were larger than palaces, visible across the horizon, their strokes shimmering as though painted by the heavens themselves.
But just as the flying palace tried to cross toward the central peak, the sky itself hardened. A barrier of translucent crystal flared, rejecting the treasure with a dull boom. The entire vessel shuddered.
The group staggered, and Fatty Ben squawked, hugging his wife. “Wha—what’s this?! They’re rejecting us already?”
A moment later, from the distance, a figure flew gracefully toward them. A slender young woman, no older than twenty-five, her robes plain yet immaculate, her feet balanced upon a floating stone slab. She landed before them with flawless poise.
“Are you Kent King, the Golden Heir?” she asked coolly.
Kent nodded.
She bowed slightly, though her tone remained strict. “Flying treasures are not permitted within the Seven Mountains. From here, all must walk on foot. The path will temper both will and patience.” Without waiting for their reply, she turned and vanished into the mist, leaving only the echo of her words.
Fatty Ben’s jaw dropped. “Walk? Across those monsters of mountains? My fat legs will turn into bamboo sticks before we reach the hall!”
Amelia gave him a sharp look. “Then consider it training.”
Tata Lan, the fierce lolli, puffed out her cheeks and kicked his shin. “Hmph, fatty uncle! If I can walk, so can you.”
Grumbling, Fatty shuffled along as they disembarked.
The path wound through forests thick with fog. “Look,” Amelia whispered, pointing to the slope of the nearest mountain.
The group gasped.
Fields of flowers stretched endlessly, their petals glowing with faint light. Some bloomed only when wind brushed them, opening like fans. Others exhaled glowing pollen that rose into the air and turned into tiny fireflies before vanishing.
Lucy, merchant instincts tingling, leaned close to Sophia. “Each of those flowers would fetch a fortune in any auction house. But here, they grow like weeds…”
Sophia smiled softly. “That is the difference between mortal lands and divine grounds.”
Lana, her eyes wide, whispered, “I feel like each petal is whispering cultivation formulas. This mountain itself is a scripture.”
Jia Ron, the silent aide, kept his eyes sharp, watching everything. Even he murmured, “These paths are not just scenery… they test the heart.”
As they continued, strange beasts began to appear. A massive deer with golden antlers walked calmly by, its steps leaving sparks on the grass. A group of squirrel-like creatures, each with three tails of flame, darted among the trees, chattering. One bird flew overhead—its wings made of crystal, its cry echoing like temple bells.
“By my ancestors!” Fatty Ben exclaimed. “Even the pets here look more expensive!”
His wife elbowed him sharply.
Laughter rippled through the group.
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An hour has passed. The long path wound endlessly, and their steps grew weary. The children of the Dragon Twin Sisters complained under their breaths, while Tata Lan ran ahead, yelling for them to hurry. Kent remained silent, his gaze steady, walking without strain. His calm steadied them all.
At last, the same lady servant reappeared, standing on her stone slab with the same impassive expression. She raised her hand.
“Do you wish to shorten your journey?” she asked. “Stone slabs may be rented, to fly directly toward the Central Mountain.”
Fatty Ben’s eyes gleamed. “Finally! A little mercy! How much?”
“Ten thousand mana crystals per slab,” she replied without blinking.
The words struck like thunder.
“What?!” Lucy nearly dropped her storage ring.
“That’s robbery!” Amelia snapped, her hands tightening into fists.
Sophia frowned, murmuring, “That’s… thirty people, at least. Excluding beasts.”
Lana did the math aloud, pale. “That’s… three hundred thousand mana crystals!”
Even the Dragon Twin Sisters hissed. “For a ride across the mountain?”
Fatty Ben nearly collapsed. “Three… three hundred thousand?! For this overpriced flying rock?! It could buy ten mansions in the imperial capital! It could feed me for a hundred lifetimes!”
But the servant’s face did not change. Her voice was colder than mist. “Once you cross this point, mana crystals are worthless. The Academy does not consider them currency. If you wish to enter with dignity, pay.”
The revelation stunned them all.
“Not a currency?” Sophia whispered. “What kind of place ignores mana crystals?”
Even Kent’s wives looked shaken. Bai Qi clutched his sleeve unconsciously.
But Kent himself remained still, calm as the tide. His gaze swept the servant once, then he spoke simply.
“Fatty. Pay.”
Fatty Ben gawked at him, horrified. “Brother Kent! Three hundred thousand! My heart, my poor heart—”
Kent gave him a look. The kind of look that cut arguments in half. Fatty groaned, slapped his belly, and reluctantly summoned his storage ring. With pained theatrics, he poured out the exact crystals.
“Three hundred thousand!” he wailed, falling to his knees. “Goodbye, my little sparkling babies. I loved you more than roast duck!”
Tata Lan kicked his side. “Stop crying, fatty uncle! You’re embarrassing us!”
The servant accepted the crystals without expression and summoned thirty glowing stone slabs. One by one, the group stepped upon them. The slabs rose smoothly, carrying them high into the sky.
The higher they flew, the more magnificent the view became.
Each mountain was larger than an imperial capital, each home to thousands of sect dwellings scattered like stars.
Sophia whispered, “Each peak… could hold a nation.”
Amelia’s eyes burned. “This is power beyond politics. This… is true cultivation ground.”
Lucy muttered, half in awe, half in greed, “Every stone here could bankrupt empires.”
Thea, quiet and haunted, only said, “This is where destiny weighs the heaviest.”
Even Lily, usually sharp and guarded, could not hide her awe. “No wonder they ignore mana crystals… they live beyond such things.”
The slabs soared onward, carrying them across the barrier. Ahead, the Central Mountain rose like a pillar piercing heaven. And at its peak, vast gates of gold and jade spread open, their carvings alive with celestial beasts. Above them, the radiant words burned brighter than ever:
Heavenly Wizard Academy.
As the slabs touched down before the monumental hall, silence gripped the group.
Fatty Ben gulped, wiping his sweaty brow. “Well, brothers and sisters… we’re not in Phoenix Range anymore.”
Kent stepped forward, his gaze steady, his voice low but firm. “We have arrived.”
And with that, the gates of the Heavenly Wizard Academy loomed before them, their new destiny waiting within.
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