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Bu is now within the area of Holy Light Academy, where he can be considered safe. Even if a member of Day were to check his Identity Token and discover his identity, they would not dare to act openly in front of the academy's main entrance. Moreover, the one checking his Identity Token is not from Day, but rather a member of Blood Moon, who has a good reputation.
He handed his Iron Xuan Token to a short, stocky man with red skin. Bu Wei smiled silently as he watched the man insert the Iron Xuan Token into an Alchemical Instrument at his waist for inspection.
"Ninth Generation Iron Xuan student, affiliated with Primordial Hall, Brent." Upon seeing this information, the short man frowned slightly. He felt that the name Brent was somewhat familiar. As he continued to scroll down, when he saw Bu's true appearance stored in the light and shadow information of the Iron Xuan Token, he was suddenly struck by a realization. He looked up at Bu again; it was two completely different appearances, clearly two different people.
"You..." The short man became more suspicious and cautious. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly seemed to recall something. He stared at Bu for a long time with sharp eyes, and the wariness in his gaze gradually receded under Bu Wei's smiling expression.
"This senior is a member of Blood Moon and must be aware of some recent events regarding Day. The junior's concealment of his true appearance is out of necessity; I hope you won't take offense."
As Bu Qing smiled, his face suddenly underwent a strange transformation. In an instant, he changed into another appearance that was exactly the same as the one recorded in his Iron Xuan Token. Even his aura subtly shifted, and he shrank a few centimeters in height.
"Uh?" All the members of Blood Moon were taken aback. In just the blink of an eye, when they looked again, Bu's appearance had returned to being so ordinary that they wondered if they were seeing things.
"What an impressive Disguise Technique." The short man marveled inwardly. While simple disguises could be performed by almost every martial artist using their internal energy to manipulate their muscles for adjustments in appearance, this person's level of disguise was astonishing. Not only did it change his looks dramatically, but it also adjusted his aura and physique—this level of Disguise Technique was truly remarkable.
"No wonder Brent has managed to remain undetected by Day's search; that's no small feat." With doubts dispelled, the short man regarded Bu with newfound respect. He nodded and returned the Iron Xuan Token to Bu. "Since we are all students of the academy, there shouldn't be any issues. You may enter. I look forward to your performance in the Holy Light Trial three days later."
"Since you hold me in such regard, I will do my best. Farewell." Bu laughed lightly and left gracefully.
"What an interesting fellow." Watching Bu's retreating figure, the short man revealed a slight smile.
There seemed to be a layer of mist surrounding him that made it difficult for him to discern the truth about Bu; this feeling was rare for him and usually only occurred around those whose strength far surpassed his own. Thus, regarding this new student named Bu, he felt a sudden increase in anticipation.
In the Inner Gate Disciple residence area of Holy Light Academy, a large classical courtyard hall was currently filled with eight people—five men and three women—gathered around a large table inside the hall, chatting and laughing while enjoying an array of delicious food and drinks.
"Second brother, when big brother returns, I want to give him a surprise. I wonder what expression he'll have when he finds out I've already stepped into Intermediate level," said a handsome blond man seated at the left side of the table. Opposite him sat a rugged-looking young man with purple hair; he had deep-set eyes and stubble on his chin that exuded mature charm.
"I've told you not to keep calling me second brother. When big brother returns, I will challenge him first. If he hasn't improved during this time, we might need to rearrange our rankings," said the purple-haired youth, who was Reynold. He then turned his gaze toward a blue-haired girl sitting further down at the table and smiled as he said, "Compared to our improvements in strength, Sister Wendy is truly impressive—she has gone from low-level 1 to Quasi-Mid-Level in just one month! Such speed in strength enhancement is truly astonishing."
"Brother Reynold, you flatter me," came a gentle female voice. Wendy smiled shyly, feeling a bit bashful at the compliment given her nature.
"Come on, Second Brother, stop with the empty talk. If you don't want to be Second, then let me take that spot. Otherwise, let's have a match and settle this once and for all," Kalandor, the handsome blonde, boasted. Recently, he had broken through in strength and officially entered Mid-Level, his confidence soaring to new heights as he clamored to rearrange the brotherly rankings.
Of course, he only dared to boast; in reality, he knew that with his newly attained Intermediate strength, he was no match for any of his brothers.
Amidst the noisy chatter and laughter, Locke and Ivan joined in, but Daisy, looking much more haggard than before, remained silent. She was about to return and was uncertain how she would be punished by the others.
Back at Black Abyss Ravine, faced with the domineering Bu, she had reluctantly accepted a ten-year servitude agreement to save her life. She had thought that afterward there would be some constraints placed on her by him. However, he completely ignored her and tossed her to Reynold's group before re-entering Black Abyss Ravine himself.
With the most feared person gone, Daisy naturally felt less apprehensive. The ten years of servitude was merely a verbal agreement; who would take it seriously? However, with Elena present along the way, she dared not make any escape attempts. After entering Holy Light Academy, it seemed that Reynold was also wary of her, so she had to suppress any thoughts of fleeing.
Holy Light Academy was deeply rooted with powerful formations everywhere. Without an Identity Token as a student, once inside, there was no way out unless accompanied by a student; otherwise, escape was impossible.
Knowing she couldn't leave the academy alone, Daisy placed her hopes on Day. One day when Reynold was absent, she secretly slipped out of the residence to contact Day. Unfortunately, just as she began her plan, Elena caught her red-handed and brought her back. Not only that but all her powers were forcibly sealed.
Daisy felt as if she had fallen from grace into hell; with her powers sealed away, she truly became a powerless female slave. Now that the killing god had returned with a decisive nature for vengeance, whether she could die painlessly after betraying their agreement was a big question mark.
There is a saying: the more one fears something happening, the quicker it occurs.
Just as Daisy was feeling restless and anxious, soft footsteps approached from outside the hall. Reynold and the others brightened up; Wendy even jumped up excitedly to greet whoever it was. Her youthful and beautiful face radiated joy and excitement.
"Brent!" With Wendy's soft call, a figure appeared at the door. Reynold and the others stood up in surprise; even Wendy halted in her tracks with an expression of astonishment.
"Who are you?" Looking at the tall yet plain-looking man before her, Wendy felt both unfamiliar and familiar—especially with the way he looked at her; that sense of familiarity grew stronger.
Suddenly, Wendy felt a rush of air as everything blurred before her eyes. Before she could react, she found herself enveloped in a warm embrace.
"Ah!" Daisy gasped in surprise upon seeing this scene. Over these days spent together with Wendy, they had formed a good bond. Although officially she was Wendy's servant, kind-hearted Wendy had never made things difficult for her; instead, she treated Daisy like a sister—sharing everything and promising to plead for her freedom when Bu returned.
For this girl who was kind to the core, Daisy genuinely had a good impression of her. If it weren't for her personality, which made her extremely resistant to the identity of a female servant, she might have willingly stayed by Wendy's side as a close maid. This is also why, despite her strong desire to escape, she never used Wendy as leverage or harmed this kind-hearted girl.
"Bold!"
"Let go of that girl!"
From the moment the stranger appeared and suddenly embraced Wendy, everything happened too quickly for the people in the hall to react. Their expressions changed dramatically, and Kalandor rushed out with a furious look on his face. Energy surged within him as he threw a punch, shining with golden light, aimed directly at the stranger's head.
Kalandor's speed was already incredibly fast; he was a martial artist who pursued the ultimate in speed. Now that he had reached mid-level strength, his speed was astonishingly quick. The onlookers only saw a blur as dozens of afterimages appeared in the hall. Kalandor's powerful punch was already closing in on the stranger, ready to strike.
"Don't hurt Sister Wendy," Reynold quickly reminded, following closely behind as he dashed forward.
Bang!
A dull thud echoed as Kalandor's fist, as hard as stone, did not land on the stranger's head as intended. Instead, it was intercepted by the stranger's hand, which seemed slow yet was incredibly fast, gripping tightly.
"Intermediate Level, huh? Your strength is decent, but this punch's speed is too slow," a slightly hoarse voice came from the stranger. Kalandor's expression changed; he felt as if his fist was caught by a mountain, unable to advance even an inch or retract at all.
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