Cultivating in the Wizard World-Chapter 298 - 267: Overture to Another Expedition

Jeming had just uploaded the report of his completed exploration mission and the spatial data collected via the Magic Network Terminal, when a calm and serene voice sounded beside him:

"Highly efficient, I didn’t expect you to find what I wanted so quickly. It seems my luck is indeed good."

The voice appeared without warning, causing the hair on Jeming’s body to stand on end, and he instinctively retreated quickly.

Two Black Giants roared as they charged out from the side to stand in front of him, energy rapidly circulating between their Talisman Witchcraft, entering the highest alert state.

However, when he saw the newcomer clearly, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

Signaling the Black Giants to stand down, Jeming’s heart was still in turmoil.

The visitor was none other than the Seventh Level Wizard, Dionysius Spencer.

When did he arrive?

How could he so precisely find someone like me who just completed a mission and whose location isn’t fixed?

In shock, Jeming’s mind raced.

He recalled the words the other had just said, "It seems my luck is good," and connected it with the vaguest hints given during his previous audience.

Inexplicably, Jeming recalled the information he had previously investigated: Dionysius Spencer, known as a Seventh Level Wizard of the Destiny Element, renowned for probing and manipulating the trajectory of fate!

Scattered clues instantly connected, and a chilling conclusion surfaced in his mind.

Jeming’s expression instantly darkened, his tone filled with suppressed anger and disbelief: "You... wove my destiny?!"

Arbitrarily interfering with a wizard’s fate trajectory is a serious crime in the Star Orbit Arbitration Court!

This is not only a violation of a wizard’s individual freedom but could also trigger unpredictable chain reactions.

Upon hearing this, Dionysius Spencer immediately waved a hand, still wearing that gentle smile, but his gaze was as deep as a sea of stars: "Relax, young one. I wouldn’t do something that infringes on the iron laws of the Arbitration Court. The cost of that, even I am unwilling to bear."

He paused, studying Jeming with interest, as if admiring a fine piece of artwork: "I merely... borrowed a little strength."

"Your destiny trajectory stands out as particularly ’prominent’ and ’bright’ among the many possibilities. I didn’t forcibly change your course; I simply discovered that your ship was already heading towards the eye of the storm, so I hitched a ride to ensure you could reach the coordinates I needed more quickly and accurately."

Though unfamiliar with the intricate mysteries of Destiny Element witchcraft, Jeming roughly understood the other’s meaning: Dionysius Spencer didn’t forcefully control him, but rather used a certain "trait" or "trend" in his destiny to make a precise "speculation."

It’s like a fisherman by the river, not altering the river’s course but casting a net where fish are sure to pass through.

A surge of anger from being used filled his heart; anyone who discovers their seemingly independent actions might be guided by a higher existence wouldn’t feel pleased.

However, just as Jeming furrowed his brow, prepared to argue, Dionysius Spencer, as if anticipating this, lightly snapped his fingers.

A stream of information was directly transferred into Jeming’s sea of consciousness via the Magic Network Terminal.

"A small token of apology, I hope you feel my remorse," Dionysius Spencer said with a smile.

Jeming instinctively "flipped through" this information, and in just a moment, his anger was replaced by immense joy.

This "apology gift" turned out to be Dionysius Spencer’s own insight notes from when he advanced to a Sixth Level Wizard, covering all aspects of basic understanding, rule comprehension, witchcraft construction, and resource acquisition of the Destiny Element!

Its value was immeasurable to any wizard aspiring to high tiers, far beyond what simple military merits or Origin could measure!

I originally wanted to berate him loudly, but he gave me so much...

"It’s an honor to be of assistance to you..." Jeming took a deep breath, ultimately only able to mutter these words helplessly.

This generous gift was enough to dispel the unpleasant feeling of being "used," even making him feel... he had gained enormously.

Riding a favorable destiny is fine by me; after all, it didn’t have any actual adverse effect on me.

And after carefully examining the "quality" of the knowledge Dionysius Spencer had given him, Jeming even had an urge to seek him out for another trade.

Isn’t it just catching a ride on the winds of fate?

No problem; I’m quite adept at that!

After hesitating for a moment, Jeming still used his willpower to suppress this enticing thought.

Of course, mainly because Dionysius Spencer seemed to have already found what he wanted, even if Jeming proposed again, it’s unlikely the other would agree to another transaction.

Dionysius Spencer didn’t pay much heed to Jeming’s thoughts. After giving the compensation, he fell silent and turned his gaze toward the seemingly ordinary, yet spatially folded, area ahead.

He didn’t cast any witchcraft, merely gazing quietly.

Those profound eyes seemed capable of penetrating all illusions, directly perceiving the fundamental patterns of space, with the complex spatial folds appearing transparent to him.

Suppressing the excitement from obtaining the notes, Jeming cautiously suggested: "Lord Spencer, if there’s nothing more here, may I take my leave?"

"No need," Dionysius Spencer said without turning, "There’s an area ahead where your assistance is required."

As soon as he finished speaking...