Han Tun, who couldn't help but burst into pig-like laughter because of the "women's clothing" and "older than you" comments, was taken back by his family.
Huo Yang felt he had done a perfect job, but his teammates were terrible and kept feeding kills to the enemy.
"But you still have to go, don't you?" Huo Lan raised her delicate face and asked in return.
"Because he can only come to me."
Huo Yang stood up naturally: "Besides me, there is no one else."
"Thump." The door slammed shut.
The quiet, handsome boy in the wheelchair looked in the direction his brother had left, feeling a mix of headache, relief, and affection: "I must say... you really are something, aren't you, my brother?"
I still remember when we were wandering, he carried his broken leg on his back and traveled hundreds of miles south, snatching meat from beggars, fighting with wild dogs, and climbing trees more than ten meters high to pick wild fruits to fill his stomach...
My silly, stubborn, yet adorably naive older brother.
What a hot-blooded idiot.
The tenderness and affection in the handsome young man's eyes slowly faded, and his gaze gradually turned icy.
"It's just the Han family, so what happened must be that."
He seemed to be talking to himself, saying, "You mustn't be ungrateful. Just like the family rules set by your ancestors, if you don't follow them, let his friend deal with it on your behalf!"
Judging from the boy's tone, the Han family seemed insignificant.
Moreover, what does it mean to have one's ancestors' friends handle things on one's behalf?
But he was clearly just Huo Lan, who grew up with Huo Yang, and even injured his leg in an accident during his wanderings.
With a push of his hand, the handsome young man in the wheelchair caused hundreds of intricate magic circles on the armrest to converge, transform, and intersect, producing various reactions before finally taking effect and creating a powerful magical substitute.
This magical substitute is as powerful as half a Sunfire Mage.
It should be noted that the limit of humanity in this world is the eighth level of the Blazing Sun, while the seventh level of the Crescent Moon and the eighth level of the Blazing Sun are bound by the constraint of not getting too close to the mortal world. The dean of the Purple Wind Academy, the holy land of magic, is only a sixth-level Morning Star mage.
Once you reach level seven, you will automatically resign from your position and claim to be... well, that's just a self-proclaimed title: you've gone traveling the world.
Therefore, this magical substitute can be described as virtually invincible in this world, and can roam freely in Purple Wind City.
"Go." Huo Lan waved to the magical substitute, then lost interest in reading. She sighed softly, rested her chin on her hands, and had a certain will, or rather, a sense of order, in her eyes.
The order of magic.
"Brother, I know you want to save your friend."
But some things were destined from the beginning.
"That is destiny, an irreversible destiny!"
"When the future happens before the past, how can you change all of this?"
...
Huo Yang decides to infiltrate the Han family to find out the truth.
If Han Tun was indeed to be turned into a sacrifice in some evil ritual, then the high treatment he received from the Han family must have been one of the requirements of the ritual, and such things are subject to very strict procedures.
As Huo Yang's friend, he might also be affected by the "medium treatment" to some extent. He felt that he could do a lot by making good use of this.
Huo Yang wasn't one of those idiots in shonen manga who would just grab anything and start fighting. On his way there, he opened his magic book and contacted the dean.
"Yangzi, what's up?" The dean spoke with a local accent, but thankfully the general meaning was still understandable: "It's so late."
"It's like this..." Huo Yang explained, and in the process concluded: "I suspect that this is an evil and ancient ritual that may summon demons from another world."
The dean on the other end fell into an eerie silence halfway through the conversation. After a long pause, he slowly spoke, "Don't get involved! How could the Han family possibly understand that strange summoning array? It was wiped out by our ancestors eight hundred years ago! What does their mess have to do with you? Hurry up and go back to bed, Yangzi."
After saying that, the call ended quickly and hastily, as if he were running away from something.
Huo Yang frowned, sensing that something was off about the dean.
...Dean's Office.
An elderly man with a pale face and white hair sat in a redwood chair. Opposite him, on a table with various magical tools neatly arranged, was a man whose gender could only be determined by half of his face, which was shrouded in a white robe and could only be seen from under his hood.
"Who is he? A student?" the white-robed man asked. His white robe was not pure white from top to bottom, but had pale gold, twisted and disordered clockwork embroidered on his chest, and the clockwork was made of disassembled parts scattered on it.
It's as if it's hinting at something.
“That young man is a natural talent; he’ll be able to go from zero to level four in just a few years,” the dean replied, emphasizing the words “a natural talent” with a hint of pleading in his voice.
He begged the man in the white robe to spare his student.
"But it's only a level three after all. Some things are sins just for being touched a step ahead!" the white-robed man said. "After this matter is settled, if nothing unexpected happens, the cycle of cause and effect will continue, and the Han family will also be wiped out!"
"How could you be so ruthless?!" the dean slammed his fist on the table and roared.
"Ge Fei!" the white-robed man called out his name coldly. "Has the comfortable life made you forget? Have you forgotten everything we've endured? Have you forgotten this world, hanging precariously on the edge of the abyss, this fragmented, crumbling world?!"
He punched the wall in anger, causing stone fragments to shatter and fly everywhere, but the mage's fist, known for its weak physique, showed no sign of injury.
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