Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy-Chapter 505 - 503: Who Thrives and Who Declines

Chapter 505: Chapter 503: Who Thrives and Who Declines

Yesterday, a group of people casually set up a mountain courtyard to use as a temporary resting place.

The courtyard was surrounded by towering stone pillars, taller than the courtyard itself. Atop these pillars floated dark aqua fireballs, emitting a ghastly green glow that illuminated the entire courtyard.

Barren mountains, a wild residence, green fire.

It matched the dark underground perfectly.

To be honest, it had been light for so long; it was quite late for someone to finally show up.

“Who are these pale-faced people daring to make trouble on our tribe’s Rock Mining Land?”

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Four warriors from the Stone Tail Tribe stealthily climbed over the wall into the courtyard and, standing firm, saw several pale-faced people seated in the hall, staring at them.

Upon seeing this scene, one of the warriors shouted out first.

His shout was full of vigor, but before he could enjoy it, the Clan Leader Feyn slapped him hard on the back of his head.

“What are you talking about? Look carefully; that’s Sorcerer Ivan, our tribe’s honored guest,” Feyn rebuked. He turned to greet Ivan;

“Sorcerer Ivan, I guessed it was you. It’s been many years; welcome once again to the Great West.”

“Ah, it has been a long time; I’m interrupting again,” Ivan stood up and responded.

He bore no grudge against the Stone Tail Tribe, and since this was indeed their territory, there was no need for unpleasantness.

“Has Sir Swamp Ant not come?” Feyn looked around, disappointed not to see that familiar figure.

“Clan Leader Feyn, still hoping to make Swamp Ant your tribe’s Stone Spirit?” Ivan said with a laugh, noticing his expression.

“Of course,” Feyn made no attempt to hide his intentions, then instructed the people beside him, “Go back first. And have everyone outside withdraw. Tell Bar that Sorcerer Ivan is here.”

The other three warriors were clearly reluctant, but Feyn forcefully sent them away.

It was apparent that over the years, the power of the Stone Tail Tribe had grown considerably, with several more Level 3 warriors. As clan leader, Feyn’s power had also grown significantly.

Ivan could tell that Feyn was not just there to catch up.

“Clan Leader Feyn, if you have something to say, feel free.”

“Sorcerer Ivan, I have an awkward request, I don’t know, I don’t know—-”

The Stone Clan resembled humans to some degree, distinct only in their rough, stone-like skin, yellowish in color, and their tall, robust statures—each a ‘big piece’.

It was hard for Feyn, a big piece himself, to be so coy.

“Just say it; I’m listening.”

“May I challenge you to a duel again?”

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“No.”

It was Bar who objected when Feyn proposed the challenge, having just arrived and instantly preventing it.

Bar was considered the brain of the Stone Tail Tribe.

“Bar, why not?” Feyn asked, puzzled.

“Sorcerer Ivan has come from afar, he is an honored guest of our tribe. How can you, Clan Leader, fight with a guest?” Bar couldn’t admit he was doubtful about his clan leader’s capability, so he offered another reason.

“Why not? We’ve done it before,” Feyn argued.

“Uh—-” Bar was at a loss for words.

Feyn looked at Ivan again, his desire to duel exceptionally strong.

Bar couldn’t obstruct any further and just let his clan leader have his way, hoping the defeat wouldn’t be too embarrassing.

“I’ll handle it myself,” Ivan said, stopping his companion, Jennie, who was about to move.

“Let me do it,” Jennie insisted.

“You don’t understand, take a rest,” Ivan shook his head.

It wasn’t that he felt he must personally teach Feyn a lesson, but if Jennie intervened, it might give away some clues, likely leading Feyn to try and persuade Jennie to become the tribe’s Stone Spirit, causing unnecessary entanglement.

Better less trouble than more.

With this in mind, he decided to do it himself.

The group then proceeded outside the courtyard, positioning themselves at a distance from each other.

Ivan and Feyn stood opposite each other, Feyn transformed into a stone figure, his outer layer merging with the Stone Warrior Armor of the Stone Clan.

“Sorcerer Ivan, please fight with all your might.”

Feyn shouted, and during his speech, he grew rapidly, transforming into a fifteen- or sixteen-meter-tall stone giant. A long tail extended from the giant’s back into the ground, and the nearby ground rippled like water.

Following that, a long-handled stone hammer formed in the giant’s hand, exuding a wild, rainbow-like momentum.

“This guy can’t distinguish between reality and illusion at all.”

Hearing this, Hotter, who was watching, felt quite bored. He thought that if Ivan were to go all out, the fight would end immediately; he had expected it to last a few more rounds.

Moved by Feyn’s sincere attitude, Ivan decided to indulge him as promised.

The next second, the Black Magic Hand appeared again.

This flame giant hand was dark red, surrounded by black, green, orange, and white lights, all blending seamlessly together.

Before Feyn could take even a step and a half, the giant flaming hand accelerated towards him.

Feyn immediately felt a bad premonition, but he was surrounded by a mysterious force that locked him in place, making it impossible to avoid and forcing him to hastily face it.

With a thunderous boom, the stone hammer in the stone giant’s hand shattered instantly, and the huge body was sent flying backward with another resounding crash upon hitting the ground.

The disparity in strength between the two was evident.

Seeing this, Bar hurried towards where the Clan Leader had fallen.

Soon, Bar helped a limping Feyn come over, with gray blood still dripping from him.

“Sorcerer Ivan, thank you for showing mercy,” said Feyn, who wasn’t a sore loser despite being sent flying with a smack.

“You go back and recover first, we’ll talk another day,” Ivan nodded.

He hadn’t used his full strength, fearing he might cripple or kill Feyn—there was no point in hiding that fact. Otherwise, he could easily ensure that Feyn never stood up again.

After all, he was close to becoming an Arcane Wizard, and his strength wasn’t something ordinary Level 3 beings could compare to.

“Alright.”

Feyn and Bar quickly left.

Without Ivan’s summoning, they probably wouldn’t come back this way again.

Ivan and the others returned to the courtyard, continuing to wait in the open hall.

“After the great battle, shouldn’t we have a drink, Sorcerer Ivan?” Hotter suggested, his gaze, however, fell on Janny, the Holy Daughter of the Dark Night Elf Clan.

He remembered clearly that Ivan was the Saint Heir of the Dark Night Elf Clan—the coincidence of a Saint Heir and Holy Daughter was quite unexpected.

“Janny, did you bring the fine wines from the Imperial Court of the Kemor Empire?” Ivan knew what he was thinking.

“Before leaving, I got some from Mother Superior Lu Lu Xiyu,” he spoke the request and Janny naturally obliged, as these millennium fine wines were indeed brought for him.

With an outsider present, Janny only took out a few bottles, causing Ivan to chuckle silently.

Naturally, Hotter felt it was too little, shooting looks at him, yet Ivan ignored him.

“A small victory deserves only a modest drink, right?”

“Damn that Stone Brute for running his mouth; what’s the point of pretending to be strong when he has no self-awareness.”

Finding him persistent, Ivan made up a reason, leaving Hotter unable to argue. He could only sip his drink while muttering about Feyn.

Yet, he couldn’t help but marvel inside, worthy of being the millennium fine wine from the Dark Night Elf Imperial Court—it indeed had an extraordinary taste.

Time swiftly passed in waiting.

After just over three months, the mountain courtyard buzzed with activity again.

Suddenly, the lights in midair sparkled intensely, and a magnificent divine mountain clearly appeared, floating in midair with fragrant mists and soaring clouds surrounding it.

“Is that the Seven Gods Mountain you spoke of?”

“Yes.”

They promptly went outside the courtyard, staring fixedly at the divine mountain above.

In Ivan’s eyes, it was no longer statues on the mountain summit but rather seven large knights with four wings and eight arms, looking down through layers of space, smiling at him as if greeting him.

Ivan hurriedly responded with the knight’s salute.

As time passed, the colorful light on the divine mountain grew brighter. Abruptaneously, the knights standing at the summit merged into the light, followed by the Seven Gods Mountain itself.

The figures of the knights vanished, and the mountain also dispersed.

The entire Inheritance Land turned into nothingness, leaving only three figures descending from midair.

One looked radiant, and two seemed disheartened.

The result was equally clear.