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Translator: AnubisTL
A month later, Jieming and his party finally sighted the magnificent floating city hovering at the edge of the planar rift.
In the two months since their last visit, this bridgehead of the wizard civilization seemed to have expanded considerably.
Newly constructed towers pierced the clouds like a steel forest, while massive runic arrays slowly revolved across the city's surface, radiating palpable waves of energy.
After navigating the now bustling yet orderly central plaza, Jieming led his diverse party into the Affairs Center.
The fourth-tier wizard, bound by invisible energy shackles, hung his head in dejection, while the surviving first-tier wizards nervously surveyed their surroundings with a mix of tension and curiosity.
Jieming strode directly to the front desk, where an exquisitely crafted alchemy puppet stood, its eyes gleaming with rational light.
"Jieming, second-tier wizard, returning from 'Rescue' mission. Urgent report for camp command regarding plane origin and wizard betrayal incident."
Jieming stated his purpose concisely and handed over his terminal, which contained a detailed record of the events that had transpired during their mission.
Data streams flashed rapidly across the alchemy puppet's eyes before it spoke in a melodious but utterly emotionless voice: "Identity confirmed. Evaluating incident level... Evaluation passed. Please wait. A high-rank wizard will be notified to handle the matter."
The wait wasn't long. The reception puppet soon announced: "Congratulations, everyone. Lord Dionysius Spencer has agreed to meet with you..."
What?!
Who?!
Dionysius Spencer?!
The seventh-tier wizard from this expedition?!
Everyone present, including the fourth-tier wizard, nearly thought they'd misheard.
The fourth-tier wizard, in particular, felt as if the sky had just fallen.
Are you kidding me?!
I admit I had ulterior motives at first, but this hardly warrants the attention of a seventh-tier wizard!
Jieming remained relatively calm, realizing that simply dealing with a wizard who violated order wouldn't escalate to this level.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder why Dionysius Spencer would want to meet with them.
Moments later, the alchemy puppet led them deeper into the floating city.
The walls of the corridor gradually transformed from metal to a jade-like, warm energy substance, while the concentration of elemental energy in the air soared to astonishing levels.
The first-tier wizards following behind Jieming unconsciously softened their breaths, their faces etched with awe and unease.
Before a bronze gate engraved with the celestial revolutions, the alchemy puppet halted. "Please enter. Lord Dionysius Spencer is awaiting you within."
Jieming clearly heard the sound of someone swallowing nervously behind him.
He took a deep breath, calming his slightly accelerated heartbeat, and pushed open the heavy gate.
The scene beyond was unexpectedly... simple.
It was neither the opulent palace he had imagined nor the cold, imposing laboratory, but rather an elegantly furnished, book-lined study filled with the scent of paper and ink.
A strikingly young man sat behind a wide desk, idly turning a crystalline water sphere in his hand.
He looked up, revealing a face of near-perfect beauty, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
There was no trace of the overwhelming aura Jieming remembered from the man's campaign across the planes—the heaven-and-earth-spanning pressure that had once shaken the very fabric of reality.
"You're here? Take a seat," the young man—seventh-tier wizard Dionysius Spencer—gestured casually toward the chairs in the room, his voice gentle as a spring breeze.
Jieming felt a chill run down his spine as he performed a respectful wizard's bow. "Second-tier wizard Jieming, greetings, Lord Spencer."
The wizards behind him finally snapped out of their shock and hurriedly followed suit, their movements stiff and voices trembling.
Even the fourth-tier wizard, after a brief moment of disorientation, had his eyes blaze with an indescribable fervor.
It was then that Jieming truly grasped how utterly unattainable a seventh-tier wizard was to most ordinary wizards.
His relative composure stemmed entirely from Mentor Clark's daily influence and the "ordinary" anecdotes he had heard from his mentor about the lives of high-rank wizards.
In that moment, he seemed to better understand the source of Jack's twisted envy—resources and opportunities he took for granted might be lifelong dreams for others.
Dionysius Spencer paid no heed to their nervousness, as if long accustomed to it. His gaze swept calmly over the group before settling on Jieming, scrutinizing him intently.
Jieming seized the opportunity to discreetly observe this legendary figure.
Upon reflection, this seemed to be only his second close encounter with a seventh-tier wizard.
However, during his previous encounter with Dean Avery Knight, there had been almost no direct interaction.
Before this, while he had often heard tales and rumors about seventh-tier wizards, he had never actually met one.
For instance, the dean of Noren Academy No. 13 had practically lived only in his mentor's stories.
The closest he had ever come to a seventh-tier wizard before was when he had glimpsed one from afar on the Elosia Plane.
The wizard's youthful and handsome appearance didn't surprise Jieming.
For wizards, the age of their physical bodies could be freely manipulated, and their striking beauty was a natural optimization resulting from the transcendence of their life essence.
However, the profound wisdom and world-weariness etched in those deep eyes clearly revealed that this was no young man. The way he regarded Jieming and the others carried the faint appreciation of a senior looking upon promising juniors.
"The details of the incident are already clear from the information you transmitted earlier," Dionysius Spencer said, cutting straight to the point.
He glanced casually at the fourth-tier wizard and waved his hand dismissively.
From the shadows in the corner of the silent chamber, two alchemy puppets emerged soundlessly, their auras subtly concealed.
"Take him for an 'audit'."
The fourth-tier wizard's face paled, but he dared not resist as the puppets led him away obediently.
Dionysius Spencer then turned to Jieming with a faint smile. "You've done well, Jieming. Your rationality, restraint, and commitment to upholding the camp's rules and the stability of this plane are commendable. As a reward, if he passes the audit, you will receive 85% of all subsequent profits generated from his judgment."
This announcement drew gasps from the first-tier wizards, their gazes toward Jieming filled with envy and even jealousy. Jieming himself was taken aback by the generous allocation—nearly all the net profit extracted from the fourth-tier wizard, beyond the initial costs, was being awarded to him.
He immediately bowed deeply. "Thank you, Master!"
"You've earned it," Dionysius Spencer replied flatly.
He then gestured for the puppets to escort the other first-tier wizards to collect their mission rewards.
As the other wizards cast envious glances back at him, Jieming couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity. Why had Lord Spencer asked him to stay behind?
Soon, only Jieming and Dionysius Spencer remained in the quiet chamber.
"Regarding the space distortion area and the specific details of Levin Mills' actions, do you have any more detailed records?" Dionysius Spencer asked directly.
Jieming pondered for a moment, then pressed his fingers to his temple, extracting a luminous fragment of memory and handing it over. "Master, this is a replica of my firsthand experiences during that period. It might provide a more direct perspective."
Dionysius Spencer accepted the memory orb. A faint glow flickered at his fingertips as he swiftly reviewed its contents.
He nodded in satisfaction. "Clear and concise. It's rare to find a wizard of your age with such composure and foresight. You see, even many old-timers struggle to resist the temptation of the plane origin, unable to restrain their greed."
Jieming replied humbly, "Perhaps it's because the military merits I've accumulated thus far are sufficient, so I haven't needed to take unnecessary risks."
Dionysius Spencer chuckled softly. "Heh, for a wizard, the ability to acquire resources is itself a crucial aspect of strength. There's no need for false modesty."
He paused, his tone becoming casual, as if mentioning a trivial matter: "Although this Void Domain Plane was originally intended as an 'appetizer' for you young ones, I appreciate your willingness to protect my property. I won't be stingy."
Jieming's eyelid twitched. He had a nagging feeling that the man before him had casually revealed something of immense significance.
However, his attention was quickly drawn to something else.
As Dionysius Spencer spoke, an alchemy puppet approached, carrying a silver tray.
Neatly arranged on the tray were twenty crystal test tubes, each filled with a dazzling, emerald-green liquid that shimmered like liquid jade. Even through the crystal, the aura of pure, boundless energy was invigorating.
"This is..." Jieming's pupils narrowed slightly.
"Twenty strands of plane origin related to the wind element rules," Dionysius Spencer said calmly. "I casually surveyed that precinct earlier. Its core could probably yield about this much origin, but it would be heavily contaminated. These, however, I personally refined from various wind element planes. They are flawless and pure, so you can use them directly for advancement without any future complications."
Jieming's heart leaped with overwhelming joy!
Twenty strands of pure origin refined by a seventh-tier wizard!
Their value far surpassed the twenty strands of naturally occurring origin found in that distorted area.
Natural origin was of low purity, with only half its content containing useful rule information—a fortunate outcome at best. But these strands were pure essence, one hundred percent refined!
More importantly, the wind element rule was a high-rank rule of "space," meaning the value of these twenty strands couldn't simply be doubled—it was far greater than that!
"Thank you, Master, for this generous gift!" Jieming suppressed his excitement and bowed deeply again.
This time, his gratitude was far more sincere than before.
After all, this reward far exceeded his expectations.
Dionysius Spencer waved his hand, his gaze seeming to pierce through the walls of the meditation chamber and drift toward the distant depths of the plane. "Go now. Use them wisely. The road ahead is long."
Jieming carefully stowed the priceless tray, bowed once more, and withdrew from the meditation chamber.
(End of the Chapter)
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