The Headmaster, who had been ecstatic since the opening day, saw her expression sour from initial joyful anticipation to a constant scowl these past few days. Anyone who made a mistake under her nose would immediately be subjected to rigorous special training. The sole reason for this shift was the rumored genius mage, Biluo, whose enrollment at the Conquest Academy was highly anticipated!

Since the start of the term, she had never appeared to register, causing the Headmaster’s anxiety to escalate daily. These days, whether in the magic or warrior departments, whether ordinary warriors or bloodline warriors, the very first thing everyone did upon waking each morning was pray that the long-absent Biluo would report in soon, lest surviving the semester become a near impossibility for them all. Biluo!

That was Biluo! The two warriors stared dumbfounded at the figure bowing before them, scarcely believing their own eyes—the legendary genius mage! “Have I… forfeited my eligibility?” Biluo’s tone was steeped in inexpressible disappointment.

She reached out to retrieve her acceptance letter, slowly turning as if to depart. The two warriors instantly snapped out of their petrified stupor, a collective shiver running through them. Simultaneously, they lunged forward, rushing past Biluo to block her path, spreading their arms wide.

Their speed was so astonishing that even Qian Jin whistled in surprise, wondering if they had mastered movement arts like the Myriad Shadows. “You can’t leave!” the two warriors shouted in unison. “If you leave, and the Headmaster finds out it was because of something we said, won’t she skin us alive?

And skinning might be the lighter punishment!” “Can’t leave?” Biluo paused slightly. She hadn’t intended to leave; she was merely disheartened and a bit teary-eyed, turning slightly to wipe a damp corner of her eye. As for leaving—with Qian Jin around, even if her acceptance letter had technically expired, she assumed a way to join the Academy could still be found.

Hearing Biluo’s question, the two warriors’ hearts plummeted. They genuinely feared the rumored magical prodigy might throw a tantrum and insist on leaving. If they tried to stop her, they risked injury; if they didn't—well, the Headmaster’s wrath was a terrifying prospect.

“It’s not expired, not expired—we were joking.” The two warriors waved their hands repeatedly in surrender, while anxiously trying to discern the expression beneath Biluo’s magic hat, but they couldn't catch a glimpse of her face. Is she very ugly? The two warriors exchanged a glance but dared not voice their speculation.

“Then we can go in?” Qian Jin glanced toward the passage past the academy gates. “We don’t know which way leads to registration.” Hearing Qian Jin’s question, the two warriors immediately frowned, showing their displeasure. It was just a late-arriving, minor warrior student reporting in.

Biluo turned toward Qian Jin, her large hat swiveling as she scanned the surroundings for possible routes. Seeing Biluo’s action, the warriors’ tension eased once more. They disregarded Qian Jin and quickly jogged ahead of Biluo, speaking together, “Registration is this way, we’ll take you.” Qian Jin murmured a thank you, but the two warriors completely ignored him and the others, focusing all their energy on Biluo—fearing that the genius mage, whose mere absence was enough to make the Headmaster increasingly volatile, might vanish before their eyes.

As for the other four? The warriors couldn't conceive of any reason to pay attention to four seemingly unremarkable young warriors. Perhaps these four were even attendants to the genius mage.

Qian Jin shrugged indifferently. Biluo had already drawn significant attention during the mock exams due to Huang Quan. The President of the Crystal Magic Tower had personally sent an invitation, hoping she would join the Tower, offering the status of Deacon immediately upon entry.

Magic Guilds from other provinces had also extended invitations, and rumors suggested even the Grand Guild was considering sending a letter. A genius mage of this caliber was valued even by the Magic Guild; why would two current student warriors treat her differently? The Conquest Academy grounds were vast, built not within Yongliu City but just outside its walls.

Viewed from above, it was as magnificent as a small city nestled beside Yongliu. They traversed several paths for over ten minutes before arriving at a very ordinary-looking building. The elements had left many traces of age upon it, clearly indicating it had been in use for many years.

“This is the office building for our Conquest Academy instructors,” one escorting warrior said, frequently turning back. “This is where…” “I don’t care what trouble you had at home! I don’t want excuses!

Being late for enrollment is wrong!” A furious roar burst forth from an office on the first floor. Qian Jin narrowed his eyes, looking toward the room where a stout, middle-aged blond warrior was haughtily berating three younger warrior students. The two escorting warriors, hearing the outburst, watched their smiles directed at Biluo freeze instantly.

They stopped short and lowered their voices. “Let’s wait here for a moment. Once Teacher Moshuokunsa finishes inside, we’ll go in.” In the quiet office, the three young warrior students, all clad in their Conquest Academy warrior uniforms, silently took out small pouches of gold coins from their robes and quietly placed them on Moshuokunsa’s desk.

Moshuokunsa stood with his arms crossed, his face a mask of anger. His eyes flickered toward the coin pouches on the desk, and he skillfully picked one up to examine the contents. The dark clouds of fury on his face rapidly dispersed, and the previously oppressive atmosphere in the office vanished along with Moshuokunsa’s smile.

“Forget it. Since this is your first offense, as your teacher, I shouldn't impede your future prospects.” Moshuokunsa carefully tucked the coin pouch away, letting out a light sigh. “The way I scolded you just now was for your own good; I hope you understand your teacher’s good intentions.” The three young warriors repeatedly nodded.

Moshuokunsa retrieved a seal from his desk drawer and stamped each of their student records. “Alright, be mindful next time.” The three warriors nodded repeatedly and bowed as they backed out of the room. Qian Jin frowned slightly.

What kind of teacher was this? He just... “I told you, as long as you give him gold coins, there’s never a problem.” “Damn it!

This Moshuokunsa is exactly as rumored. If he finds any pretext, he demands money from the students. We clearly followed the regulations…” “Forget it!

Moshuokunsa is just that type. He doesn’t care if we followed the rules or not. Last time, some student insisted on adhering strictly to the rules, and he found an excuse to test that student, beating him until he was bedridden for over two weeks.” Qian Jin listened to the low murmurs of the three warriors passing by him, then glanced at Moshuokunsa inside the room, counting the gold.

Beating students for money? “Who’s at the door?” Moshuokunsa’s eyelids lifted, and his condescending voice echoed from the room again. The lead escorting warrior rushed to the door and bowed deeply.

“Teacher, a few new students were delayed in reporting for enrollment. I was just bringing them…” “New students delayed in reporting?!” Moshuokunsa’s lips curled sharply upward at the corners, a flash of a sneer crossing his mouth and eyes in an instant. Righteous indignation flooded his face anew.

He raised his hand high and slammed it heavily onto the desk with a loud thud, like the roar of a war drum. “Outrageous! Call them in!

No! Don’t call them in! Tell them to scram!” The escorting warrior swallowed hard and mustered his courage.

“Teacher…” “Don't plead for them! As warriors and mages, the most important thing is discipline! They show up after classes have already started this week?” Moshuokunsa waved his arms vigorously.

“What kind of students could they be? We at the Conquest Academy do not accept such students! Your acceptance letters have expired!” “Old Fen—” “You’re still pleading for them?” Moshuokunsa stiffened his face, staring at the escorting warrior for several seconds before letting out a sigh.

“Fine, let them in. I’ll see if they have any potential and understand the proper way of conducting oneself.” The proper way of conducting oneself? Qian Jin smirked.

You mean, understanding the proper etiquette for gifting? Moshuokunsa’s eyes registered a flicker of surprise as the four warriors and one mage entered. He found it strange; typically, when warrior students heard his furious roar, they became as meek as lambs.

Today, however, he couldn't detect any fear in these four. It was the mage, perhaps, who seemed quite timid? Never mind!

He wouldn't overthink it! A confident smile played on Moshuokunsa’s lips. These warrior students were likely putting on a brave front.

If he could intimidate and deal with this mage student first, those warriors would surely cave. “You! Yes, you!” Moshuokunsa raised his arm and pointed at Biluo, his finger nearly touching the brim of her magic hat.

“What is the meaning of this? Do you know what you are doing? You have only received an acceptance letter; you are not yet a true student of the Conquest Academy!

According to academy rules, I have the right to refuse your registration stamp! However…” Moshuokunsa changed his tone, slowly sitting back down in his chair, lightly spinning a gold coin between his fingers, his focus entirely on the coin as he drew out the final word: “However… however…” Biluo kept her head bowed, staring intently at the ground beneath her feet, not daring to exhale as she fixed her gaze downward. Moshuokunsa dragged out the word "however" several times, only to realize the mage student was looking at the floor, completely missing the implication of his words.

The smile he had just relaxed melted instantly, replaced by a stern expression. “I am speaking to you! Is this the attitude you show to an elder teacher?

Hand over your acceptance letter; you can re-test next year!”