"Lei Yueyue? The decline of the Lei family—it's all because of him?" The four magician trainees gasped, sucking cold air into their lungs. The Evil Moon Angel, Lei Yueyue, was no ordinary person; she was actually killed by Qian Jin! And the Lei family... one of the Eight Great Powers of Yongliu, once ranked relatively high—did its decline have something to do with Qian Jin?

"That's right..." Aibijia took the sweat-soaked cloth from her attendant and wiped the mud and water from her brow. "But the Lei family is, after all, one of the Eight Great Powers. No faction dares to push them too far. Otherwise, their desperate counterattack can be terrifying. The Lei family is still one of the Eight Great Powers, just temporarily ranked last. The hatred they harbor has piled up immensely..."

"If that's the case..." the four magician trainees whispered, "Then... what should we do? Qian Jin even dared to kill Lei Yueyue..."

"Idiots! A bunch of good-for-nothings..." Aibijia looked at the four magician trainees beside her. "The reason he dared to kill Lei Yueyue is surely because of those crude brutes from the Torrent Battle Fortress. I am the little princess of the Crystal Magic Tower! Can the Lei family compare to us? Besides! If the Torrent Battle Fortress dares to stand against the Lei family for Qian Jin, would they dare to oppose two major factions for his sake..."

The four trainees stared blankly at Aibijia. This arrogant and rather unreasonable little princess of the Crystal Magic Tower seemed to have broadened her horizons considerably since returning from the frontier. She was even analyzing things now.

Aibijia shook her head repeatedly as she looked at the four trainees. She shouldn't have brought these four fools out today. If she had brought a few warrior trainees as attendants, Qian Jin wouldn't have dared to humiliate her like this.

"What if the Torrent Battle Fortress really..."

"Shut up! I must have this revenge, and I must have it soon..." Aibijia glared fiercely at her four attendants, turned sharply, and quickened her pace toward her dormitory, muttering under her breath, "Qian Jin! You dared to embarrass me in front of Brother Mune, I will definitely kill you! I am destined to become an Imperial Concubine, even an Empress in the future..."

Imperial Concubine? Empress? The four attendants exchanged surprised glances. The current imperial family’s surname was Zhence, not Tiance. Wait! Tiance... Mortal... The Imperial Family are mortals... Rumor has it that the Sixth Prince has secretly entered a certain academy for advanced studies. Could Mune Tiance be Mune Zhence?

The Sixth Prince has arrived at the Conquest War Academy, ranked seventh nationally? Instead of joining the Imperial War Academy, ranked first?

Rumor has it that the most outstanding princes of this generation are the Third Prince and the Sixth Prince; they are the most likely to ascend the throne. I never expected... I truly never expected... Is this the legendary Sixth Prince? No wonder he possesses that kind of bearing...

"What are you dawdling about over there..." Aibijia looked back and snapped, "Hurry up and follow me! It seems you've also guessed Brother Mune's identity. If you don't want to die, keep that guess buried deep inside."

The Conquest Academy, viewed from high above, was a reasonably regular circle. The Warrior Department and the Magic Department each occupied half of the academy grounds. Any trainee staying here for a few days would know which half belonged to the warriors and which belonged to the mages.

"Classmate Qian Jin, we are about to enter the territory of the Magic Department now." Mune Tiance stepped forward, carrying the air of a warrior entering a human-demon battlefield.

Qian Jin was slightly startled but followed Mune Tiance forward a few steps. He immediately felt hostile gazes cast from all directions, like stepping onto the territory of the Demon Race.

"Heh heh... Classmate Qian Jin might not be clear on the situation since you've just arrived at the academy." Mune Tiance walked leisurely, gently fanning himself with his folding fan. The breeze barely disturbed his flowing hair. "The beautiful Headmistress Isabella has undertaken a massive reform of the campus over the past few months, leading to even fiercer competition for resource allocation among the trainees, fostering conscious antagonism. Now, the Magic Department and the Warrior Department have truly become two opposing camps..."

Qian Jin looked around at the hostile eyes, suddenly understanding. No wonder everything felt so different upon entering the academy this time compared to his last visit. It turned out the beautiful and powerful Headmistress had made significant adjustments in this area. It seemed the Conquest Academy had great ambitions this time.

"Classmate Qian Jin, is your visit this time to see Classmate Biluo regarding the matter of securing an attendant..." Mune Tiance smiled lightly, shaking his folding fan. His flowing hair still drifted as before, showing no significant change despite the increased breeze.

It was then Qian Jin noticed the true reason Mune Tiance's hair remained flowing: he was wearing a magic artifact! This beautiful belt appeared purely ornamental, but upon closer inspection, one could discern intricate, complex runes forged from a blend of several high-grade metals, activating a specific magic circle that released the simplest, almost imperceptible magical energy: Soft Wind Spell!

This was a spell typically used by mages to practice control over magical elements, yet here it was repurposed for the vain purpose of constantly maintaining one's appearance?

Qian Jin paused, making a new assessment of Mune Tiance in his heart. This man wasn't just pretentious; he was also incredibly extravagant! His background must be from one of the Ten Great Bloodline Families, perhaps?

"Attendant?" Qian Jin felt the warmth of Mune Tiance's smile and snapped back to attention, smiling as well. It seemed this Mune Tiance had mistaken him for a Bloodline Warrior. Someone like Biluo, known outside as a genius great magician, would likely receive invitations even from the three ultimate bloodline families.

"Are you not?" Mune Tiance's expression showed a slight surprise. Just a few days ago, even the Three-Headed Golden Dragon Bloodline Family had sent representatives to investigate, but...

Mune Tiance shook his head lightly with a bitter smile. Biluo was far, far different from the rumors and hype. Forget comparing to the Golden Elf Bloodline Family renowned for their magic; she seemed worse than even an ordinary talented magician.

No one had witnessed the strength of a Great Magician, but the strength of a Level Five Magician... Heh heh... A trainee possessing the academy's strongest magical resources, yet only reaching Level Five in three months... Aside from her superhuman perseverance, there were no other virtues left to find in this once most-watched magician trainee.

"I am not." Qian Jin enjoyed the surrounding hostile gazes, his face beaming with youthful vigor. "She is my friend."

"Oh... Is that so." Mune Tiance drew out his tone and nodded gently, flipping through the information on Biluo in his mind. The drab, old-fashioned black magic robe, the enormous, clumsy hat concealing her face—she was so inconspicuous in a crowd. He couldn't fathom why Headmistress Isabella had vehemently dismissed numerous protests to firmly grant her the best treatment.

Mune Tiance smiled and nodded to the magicians who were looking their way. Many who had been hostile immediately flashed kind smiles upon seeing him. "Your friend, Classmate Qian Jin, is not having a very smooth time right now." Qian Jin let out a long sigh. He had predicted this situation since the first day Biluo entered the academy. In this world, besides Huang Quan, he probably knew Biluo best. They had lived together for two years. Biluo's talent might not be exceptional, but she was diligent—extraordinarily diligent!

Many people claimed they worked hard, but many stopped trying when they found the path ahead blocked no matter how much effort they applied.

Biluo was different. Once she set a goal, she would continue striving toward it, never stopping, regardless of how many times she failed.

"It's okay, everything will get better eventually." Qian Jin smiled at Mune Tiance. "I was even worse than Biluo back then, but I'm still making progress, aren't I?"

Mune Tiance smiled but said nothing. Could this person be Biluo's boyfriend? If so, it might somewhat explain why Headmistress Isabella insisted on giving Biluo the top-tier treatment, the kind that made every magic trainee jealous, despite all objections.

In the Conquest Academy's Magic Department, First Year, Class One, Mune Tiance stopped walking. He closed his folding fan and pointed toward the classroom where a lesson was ongoing: "There, the one in the middle of the front row." Qian Jin lifted his gaze, his sight passing through the glass to Biluo, seated in the middle of the first row. Three months had passed, and this petite female magician didn't seem to have changed much—the loose, shapeless, aesthetically unpleasing magic robe, and that big black magic hat.

But alas... looking from the side, it was still impossible to see what face lay beneath the magic hat. That magic hat was designed so incredibly well; no matter the angle, one couldn't see Biluo's features, yet Biluo beneath the hat could clearly see everything outside it through her eyes.

If he hadn't studied inscriptions and understood the material of Biluo's hat—which was just the most common black cloth—Qian Jin would have suspected the hat itself was a magic artifact.

Though he couldn't see her expression, Qian Jin could feel how intently Biluo was listening to the lecture.

"Shouldn't she have a private tutor instructing her?" Qian Jin frowned slightly. One-on-one instruction is always far more effective than one teacher to over a dozen students.

A person's energy and emotions are finite. A teacher cannot possibly attend to every student equally, and might even show favoritism based on personal liking or dislike.

In a one-on-one situation, it is easy to cultivate affection, a feeling akin to kinship, leading to complete dedication.

"Some large courses are still taken together," Mune Tiance smiled, observing the people in the classroom. "Most of them have their own teachers, but some military-focused courses must be attended collectively."

Military-focused courses? Qian Jin let out a self-deprecating smile. The Conquest Academy wasn't purely for traditional magic or warrior training; strictly speaking, it was more like a military academy. A magician might become a legion commander, or on the battlefield, direct several, ten, or even hundreds of other mages.