Second Entry into the Tower, What Is Wrong with You?!

"I still hope you won't waste your energy on meaningless people and things. I'm getting old, but you're young and have endless possibilities."

Madam Mel stroked Hathaway's cheek, then looked up in one direction.

"You don't mean Misha?"

Hathaway noticed where Madam Mel's gaze fell, and said with a mixture of speechlessness and disdain, "He's just a brainless megalomaniac..."

Madam Mel looked helpless and said nothing more.

"Heliodore!"

A deep, resonant male voice drew Ronan's wandering gaze back to him. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw two figures in flowing robes walking straight toward him and Heliodore.

The leader was older, with graying temples, a short beard, and hair that looked meticulously groomed, each strand shining. He possessed an air of authority and refinement, emanating a powerful aura befitting Level Five Wizard.

Following behind him was a young man with narrow eyes and very thin lips, who looked extremely arrogant.

"It was Valentine and his disciples."

Ronan heard Heliodore a low voice, his expression not looking too good.

Valentine felt like he'd heard the name Ronan somewhere before, but before he could remember, the two people opposite him were already close by.

"Heliodore!"

The dignified and refined wizard called out Heliodore's name in a low voice, then looked the two of them up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.

Heliodore was completely outmatched in his presence and could only regain some ground with a cold snort.

"This is the disciple you recently accepted."

The refined wizard smiled slightly at Ronan was about to politely bow when he heard the wizard say, "He doesn't look like much."

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"It's none of your business to tell my disciples what to do!"

Heliodore's face was grim as he stood in front of Ronan.

Are you still angry about what happened last time? Ha.

The refined wizard smiled calmly and said indifferently, "Who told you to set the apprenticeship banquet during that time? Black Moon has always been very interested in the 'Wisdom Spores' experimental project and plans to invest resources. You know, as the initiator of this project and the president of the 'Mycelium Society,' I have to go. You're still the same as before, Heliodore, so short-sighted and narrow-minded."

"Shut up! I didn't say that was why."

"Hehe, look, you're in a hurry again."

"@%...&*"

Seeing Heliodore had been provoked into a "red-hot" state with just a few words, Ronan finally remembered why the name Valentine sounded familiar.

"Mycelium Society," "Wisdom Spores"... Isn't that the "Deep Sea Pie" project that he'd heard about so many times recently? Turns out, the founder is the person right in front of him.

Heliodore and Valentine were clearly old rivals; they started arguing after only a few words.

But compared to Valentine's nonchalant and effortless manner, who could break through Heliodore's defense with just a few words, Heliodore's counterattack seemed much weaker, consisting mostly of impotent rage.

"I remember now."

Suddenly, Valentine, who was arguing with Heliodore, abruptly changed the subject to Ronan, "Isn't this the little guy you 'picked up' during the entrance test that nobody wanted? The highest ten-star rating in the history of the Knowledge Tower, tsk tsk."

Valentine stared at Ronan for a moment, then turned to Heliodore and said, "I think I know why you brought him to the selection. How about this, Heliodore, let's make a bet..."

Heliodore stared at him coldly. "What are you betting on?"

"Let's bet on him versus my disciple, Florence, who can... no!"

Valentine shook his head. "That would be too much of a loss for me. I almost fell into your trap."

We need to carefully discuss the specifics of the bet.

Two level-five consciousness fluctuations collided violently. Ronan watched as Heliodore and Valentine flew to one side at the same time, as if they were about to discuss something unknown to others.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the young wizard following behind Valentine approach him, adopting the same arrogant attitude as Valentine.

The young man looked at Ronan and said with a contemptuous sneer, "Your mentor is inferior to my teacher in every aspect."

Ronan was silent for a moment before replying, "I think you're absolutely right."

"Well"

The young man was stunned, clearly not expecting Ronan to react this way.

"Wrong."

He shook his head, regaining his composure. "What I'm trying to say is that your mentor, Heliodore, is utterly incompetent in every way. He's the worst Level Five Wizard in the entire Deep Sea, far inferior to my teacher."

"I know."

Ronan nodded and calmly said, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken a liking to me and accepted me as his disciple, wouldn't you say?"

"You... you."

The young wizard named Florence was utterly astonished, looking at Ronan with an incredulous gaze, as if to say, "How could you be like this?!"

"You're not thinking of making a bet with me, are you?"

Ronan looked at the young man in front of him and frowned.

The young man opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

At this point, Heliodore and Valentine finished their discussion and returned to this side.

What are you talking about?

Heliodore's gaze swept over, and Ronan made a gesture as if to speak. The young wizard opposite him was immediately "terrified," turned around, and fled into the distance as if escaping.

Ronan couldn't help but laugh and casually said, "He seems to want to be friends with me, but he's a bit shy."

"Keep your distance from them."

Heliodore "warned" that "Valentine's disciples are bound to be just like Valentine; don't be fooled by them."

"Um."

Ronan nodded, glanced at Heliodore's grim face, and couldn't help but ask, "What bet did you make?"

"This is not something you need to worry about."

Heliodore shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Anyway, just give it your all in the upcoming selections."

At this moment, "buzz—"

A strange fluctuation came down from the sky. Everyone looked up and saw that above the lake, a void rippled like water, and a figure dressed in a gray robe and several figures dressed in dark blue with moon-colored patterns quietly appeared.

The vast Ring Lake Space immediately fell silent, and everyone looked up at the sky.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. Among these newly appeared wizards, he had seen the gray-robed leader once before during the entrance selection. He was the leader of the Deep Sea School, one of the three Grand Elders who controlled the Spirit Lake.

As for the others, they should be members of the Council of Elders from the Deep Sea.

They were all Level Six Wizard.

After reaching level four, Ronan sensed the presence of these level six wizards. Each Level Six Wizard was like an incredibly vast field of elemental energy, which even his mental power could not detect. If he got too close, he would naturally be annihilated.

After several high-ranking figures from the Deep Sea School appeared, the gray-robed man whose face was obscured cast a glance across the entire area.

Then gently raise your hand.

With a faint magical fluctuation emanating from his fingertips, the vast Ring Lake Space began to peel away layer by layer, like a faded oil painting.

Behind the peeling void, an incomparably dazzling circular Crystal Palace was revealed.

The palace consists of countless exquisite rooms of all sizes, and where the waterfall that once cascaded down the center of the lake now stands a deep blue, Inverted Tower that looks like it is made up of countless flowing waters.

The numerous level three, four, and five wizards on the field found their rooms and took their seats in twos and threes.

The grey-robed man and several Level 6 Council of Elders members were also seated, perched atop a soaring spire of the Crystal Palace.

Ronan and Heliodore entered a Crystal Room. The side of the room facing the Inverted Tower was half-open, allowing them to clearly see the wizards in the other Crystal Room.

The two sides were blocked by crystal walls, making it impossible to see the situation of the people next door.

As soon as Ronan entered the room, he felt the Spirit Lake Ring on his finger getting slightly warm, and a force pulled him outside.

"Go."

Heliodore glanced at him, his lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak, he just waved his hand.

Ronan emerged from the Crystal Palace and saw Misha lead the way into the Deep Sea Tower, followed by the other wizards who had participated in the selection.

A gaze fell on Ronan's face. Ronan looked over and found that the young wizard named Florence, whom he had "startled" away earlier, had probably recovered and was staring at him "fiercely".

He smiled at the other person, and then walked straight into the tower.

"Whoosh—"

As you pass through the barrier, a serene and solemn atmosphere immediately greets you.

It's still that library, spiraling upwards, almost infinite.

Ronan stretched out his hand, his fingertips slowly tracing the bookshelf beside him, and then he leaped up and flew straight upwards.

"Splash—"

The tranquil atmosphere of the library was broken as countless gray books on the shelves rustled and flew towards Ronan like pigeons spreading their wings.

One wave after another.

During this time, some of the gray-covered books fell back onto the bookshelves, while others remained, circling and fluttering around Ronan.

When Ronan touched the "dome," he was stopped by an invisible air ceiling.

That's all.

Ronan looked around, the hem of his robe gently falling back down.

He counted the number of Primordial Spirit Writing around him that he had not yet memorized; there were exactly one thousand, no more, no less.

"Then... let's begin."

Ronan sat cross-legged in mid-air, calmly closing his eyes.

A petal from Black Dandelion quietly falls.

A golden ladybug, carrying bright red spiritual script, followed the trajectory of the soul and slowly entered the circular Crystal Palace in his Middle Ring. In each room, wizards chatted in twos and threes in a relaxed manner.

The month-long selection process for the Son of the Deep Sea involved a long and tedious waiting period, far from the time when they were looking forward to it and feeling excited.

Moreover, this is just a selection process based on academic knowledge. According to past experience, the differences between the participants in this stage are not too great, and it does not account for a high proportion in the final evaluation.

The title of "Son of the Deep Sea" will ultimately depend on the outcome of the second round of competition.

"I'm leaving now."

In a certain room, Madam Mel stood up from her seat.