Jiang Yu stood on the magic stage.

The area around Centimeter Mountain and Crescent Lake was quiet.

Countless gazes looked over from the mountain and lakeside.

The young wizards by the lake’s gaze was very straightforward, their thoughts when looking at this new hunter were the same as when observing other hunters before, purely with an attitude of examination, comparison, and learning.

On Centimeter Mountain, however, the gazes carried more curiosity and complexity.

Alpha Academy’s Vice-Dean Charles O’Brien opened his eyes, curious about just how outstanding this young witch on the stage was, and why his own family didn’t have such a seed; the spokesperson for the Wizard Covenant and the judges from Danghag stopped their debates, scrutinizing the witch who managed to snatch a man from Su Shijun; and the fox girls of Tu Mountain, who temporarily reconciled with the Qingqiu foxes, stared at the red figure in the field with shared enmity—this concerned the reputation of their race.

The entire Alliance acknowledged that Su Shijun was the number one beauty in the Wizard World, flawless in appearance, background, intelligence, and even strength and influence.

Such a beauty having a child with an ordinary male warlock had already caused public uproar. And now, the legendary lucky fellow actually came to participate in the Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt, holding another witch’s hand, which shocked countless people.

This wasn’t a situation where a love potion would be effective anymore, and this was something the elders from the Paracel Family on Centimeter Mountain were very sure of—no one understood magic potions better than they did.

Therefore, the guests on Centimeter Mountain looked at the witch with complex eyes.

A bamboo slip fell from the void, landing in Jiang Yu’s hand.

The witch wiped her hand over it, and a line of shining small characters appeared in midair — ’Please use the binding curse...’

Crack.

A figure descended from the sky, smashing the content that followed those small characters.

Zheng Qing focused his eyes and saw a charming green-robed witch standing on the magic stage, facing Jiang Yu. Behind her, three fluffy white fox tails gently swayed in the mountain breeze, like a blooming iris flower.

"Tushan Chujiu, please advise."

The witch ceremonially bowed, her voice pleasant as silver bells, her smile as gentle as moonlight, merely standing on the magic stage caused many young male warlocks by the lakeside to turn their heads.

Zheng Qing remembered this witch.

In the Wizard World, the Tushan Clan was comparable with the Qingqiu Su Family as a major surname among the fox race; the previous Fox Councilor of the Moon Council was appointed from the Tushan Clan witches.

And this moment, Tushan Chujiu, who stood on the magic stage, was twenty-two years old, a graduate of Alpha Academy, three years ahead of Zheng Qing, and had already graduated from First University.

This information was told to him by Jiang Yu when Tushan Chujiu performed magic on stage before.

Zheng Qing remembered Tushan Chujiu’s topic was ’Use a painting to illustrate the principle of the Joy Substance,’ at that time she merely drew a picture of a seed from a budding flower, and after she put down the brush, the seed rapidly took root, sprouted, branched, and finally bloomed. When the flower finally unfolded, the entire Crescent Lake filled with a delightful, exuberant atmosphere, leaving Zheng Qing a very deep impression.

So, when she suddenly stood in front of Jiang Yu, Zheng Qing’s heart suddenly tightened.

He didn’t know whether this school senior’s challenge to Jiang Yu was due to any grievance between the Tushan Clan and the Zhongshan Jiang Family, or some other reason. He silently prayed this matter had nothing to do with him.

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By Crescent Lake, the witch adorned with the Qingqiu Su Family emblem that Zheng Qing encountered before, and her partner — the male warlock clad in a clean black robe — witnessed this scene.

"Isn’t the challenge supposed to begin in the third round?" The black-robed male warlock said in puzzlement.

"Those guys from Tu Mountain never follow rules, and Tushan Chujiu is especially excessive, acting wildly relying on her pure bloodline." Beside him, the Su Family witch crossed her arms, watching the three-tailed fox on the stage angrily before grudgingly adding out of consideration for clan support: "...Of course, Spring Hunting doesn’t specify that the first round and the third round can’t happen simultaneously. Originally, it was a very flexible hunting party. Remember I told you about Alpha’s doctrine?"

"Freedom and justice."

"Exactly, freedom, this word opposed to rules is what aristocratic wizards value the most. By the way, do you still remember the score of Tushan Chujiu’s painting?"

"Ninety-one points." The black-robed male warlock replied honestly.

"Bingo!"

The Su Family witch lightly stomped her foot: "That is currently the highest score on the magic stage. Elders always have a particular fondness for outstanding juniors. Back when my little aunt attended the Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt, she had earned a perfect score of one hundred points. Far surpassing Tushan Chujiu!"

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"I thought it would be the Qingqiu side’s wizard who descended."

On Centimeter Mountain, the Wizard Covenant spokesperson seated in the mountain waist bleachers regretfully muttered, his eyes involuntarily glancing sideways.

The several old men from the Jiang Family sat sternly with the several witches from Qingqiu, all silent.

The surroundings were filled with chilly tension.

"Those words don’t sound like something a spokesperson should say." A senior judge from Danghag chuckled beside him: "Are you worried they won’t start fighting here?"

"Not quite, not quite." Huang Shi repeatedly waved his hand, unsure if he meant the Jiang and Su Families wouldn’t fight or this matter wasn’t worth them fighting over, finally he sighed: "But indeed, as you said, in my position, I cannot speak recklessly, so regarding the Northern District wizards’ illegal actions that I mentioned concerning Danghag..."

"Precisely because they won’t fight, that’s why the one who descended was Tushan Chujiu." Another senior judge interrupted, evidently not wanting to continue the previous debate.

"What?" Huang Shi clearly hadn’t reacted, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"Qingqiu probably hasn’t figured out Su Councilor’s stance on this matter, so they’re not convenient to directly descend; the best approach is to remain silent, no stance." The second judge patiently explained: "...And for the Tushan Clan, Jiang Family’s little girl intercepting Su Councilor’s incident essentially counts as ’defeated’ Su Councilor; if they defeat Jiang Family’s little girl at the Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt, it might be considered as indirectly defeating Su Councilor, equating to Tushan Clan defeating Qingqiu Su Family..."

"Can it really be considered such?" The Wizard Covenant spokesperson finally couldn’t contain his astonishment.

"Trust me... you’ll never guess how wondrous those foxes’ thought processes can be." The judge from Danghag shook his head, sighing with empathy.