Level 6 Mage

"Th-these are stone sculptures! So many stone sculptures!"

Linley's throat felt a bit dry.

Moreover, his eye for art was quite refined now, and he could see the unique qualities of these sculptures at a glance. They were almost completely different from the feeling he pursued in his own stone carving; these sculptures seemed like wind—yes, they were sculptures that felt just like the wind.

It was truly miraculous.

In his previous view, earth-style mages should have been the most adept at carving stone. Because they could sense the internal arrangement of the stone and find the proper grain, the resulting sculptures would be exquisite and perfect.

Therefore, he had subconsciously always believed that if stone sculptures were to be categorized by elemental affinity, they should belong to the earth-style category.

However, why did these have the feeling of wind? It was completely different, something he couldn't comprehend.

In particular, each of these sculptures carried a different sensation of wind: a gentle breeze, a hot wind, a gale, a hurricane, and so on. It was these winds that imbued these sculptures with a special charm.

Wind, formless, yet possessing form.

For a moment, Linley stared at these sculptures, becoming somewhat mesmerized. It was as if the whistling of wind was in his ears, along with the sensations of all sorts of different winds.

So this is wind.

It was a feeling completely different from the earth style.

Linley's talent for the wind style was also top-tier, but because of Doehring Cowart, his focus in learning had actually always been slightly biased toward earth-style magic.

At this moment, his talent for the wind style was fully displayed.

Even though Fang Yun had only merged into these winds by chance and couldn't achieve any breakthrough, Linley entered a special state just by watching. This was talent.

Doehring Cowart, standing to the side, clearly noticed Linley's unusual state and felt a sense of admiration in his heart; Linley's talent was simply too good.

Bebe also noticed Linley's situation, so he carefully stood guard nearby; after all, it would be troublesome if any danger arose. As for the sculptures, Bebe didn't feel anything at all.

Linley soon recovered from that special state, his face filled with pleasant surprise. His spiritual energy had reached the level of a sixth-rank mage!

"Grandpa Doehring, my spiritual energy has reached the level of a sixth-rank mage!"

Linley couldn't help but share this news with Doehring Cowart.

He had only recently entered the fifth rank, and yet his spiritual energy had already reached the sixth rank! From here on, as long as he accumulated enough magical power, he would be a true sixth-rank mage!

He had caught up to Dixie!

"What?!"

Hearing this news, Doehring Cowart's eyes widened in shock. "Your spiritual energy has reached the sixth rank?!"

"Yes."

Linley nodded heavily. Even he hadn't expected that seeing these special sculptures would cause him to suddenly break through.

He possessed immense talent to begin with, and even though his focus was on earth-style magic, he hadn't neglected the wind style. He had also spent six years of hard study on the flat-blade style of stone carving, giving him a deep understanding of the craft.

However, he had never considered the relationship between stone carving and wind-style magic. Seeing Fang Yun's works this time had directly plunged him into an epiphany. This was his own stroke of fortune.

Doehring Cowart also fell silent, momentarily not knowing what to say.

However, these sculptures were truly special.

"Linley, perhaps this is where those people discovered earlier."

Doehring Cowart changed the subject; now was not the time to celebrate Linley advancing to the sixth rank. After all, the appearance of such a valley in the Magical Beast Mountain Range was definitely not a normal occurrence.

It was very likely that the owner of this valley was some powerful expert.

As for magical beasts, that was impossible. No magical beast understood stone carving.

Linley also came back to his senses and looked at these sculptures. Any one of these sculptures could probably fetch a million gold coins. No wonder that guy would kill to silence witnesses; this was indeed a massive fortune.

"Squeak squeak~"

Just then, Bebe suddenly let out two cries. "Boss, there's a magical beast flying over from the distance!"

Bebe's voice was filled with panic.

A flying magical beast?

If it were a flying-type magical beast, that would be fine, but if it wasn't... then it could only be a Saint-level Tyrannosaurus!

Facing a Saint-level magical beast, they would surely die.

Even though Bebe considered his own strength to be quite good, he wasn't arrogant enough to compare himself to a Saint-level magical beast.

"What?!"

Linley was also shocked, looking toward the horizon.

"Not good, it's a Saint-level Tyrannosaurus!"

Doehring Cowart abruptly retreated into the Coiling Dragon Ring; in front of a Saint-level expert, he was easily exposed. "Linley, run!"

The Tyrannosaurus was an extremely powerful magical beast, and a Saint-level Tyrannosaurus was something even Doehring Cowart would have found difficult to subdue in his prime.

Linley had just wanted to leave, but the Saint-level Tyrannosaurus had already flown down.

Two burly men, over two meters tall, jumped down from the back of the Tyrannosaurus.

"Linley?"

Just as cold sweat appeared on Linley's forehead, one of the burly men saw him and looked somewhat surprised.

The two of them were naturally no strangers to Linley.

After all, when Fang Yun was watching the grade competitions at the Ernst Institute, his attention had been focused mostly on Linley. Naturally, the two brothers had also shifted their focus onto Linley.

Over these past six years, Fang Yun had been sculpting, and the two brothers would occasionally travel back and forth to Fenlai City, as they still needed to purchase some supplies. Naturally, they had seen Linley before.

The two brothers naturally cared about the people their master cared about.

"Uh."

Hearing one of them call out his name directly, Linley was stunned.

This was a powerhouse riding a Saint-level Tyrannosaurus, likely a Saint-level expert himself. To think a Saint-level expert would actually know him? Even Linley felt like he was dreaming.

"Why did you come here?"

Doham walked over, but seeing how nervous Linley was, he guessed the source of his tension and smiled, "Don't worry, Prequet won't do anything to you."

"Hmph."

Prequet exhaled, its body shrinking slightly before it flew into the depths of the valley.

Seeing Prequet shrink its body, Linley was even more shocked; only Saint-level magical beasts could change their size at will. He hadn't expected to find a Saint-level magical beast even on the outskirts of the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

Sure enough, the Magical Beast Mountain Range truly lived up to its reputation as one of the three most dangerous places on the Yulan Continent.

"Don't mind it; it's just like that. It doesn't really like interacting with humans."

Doham said with a chuckle.

After obtaining the Tiger-striped Secret Manual, he was in a very good mood.

"By the way, my name is Doham, and this is my younger brother, Dohar. We watched your matches at the Ernst Institute before."

Doham said with a smile, "You were very impressive."

Hearing this, Linley finally understood; so they had seen him before.

Afterward, Linley suppressed the shock in his heart and carefully bowed, "Mr. Doham, Mr. Dohar, I am Linley Baruch. I apologize for intruding here so abruptly."

Clearly, in Linley's view, this valley belonged to these two burly men.

"Baruch?"

Doham and Dohar were both stunned, and they looked at each other.

Although they had watched Linley's matches six years ago and had some impression of him, they had never known that Linley's full name was Linley Baruch.

As descendants of the Four Ultimate Warriors, they were naturally very familiar with the name Baruch.

Although surnames could potentially be repeated, the probability was extremely low. Especially for the Ultimate Warrior clans, their surnames were basically unique.

"Are you a descendant of the Dragonblood Warrior Clan?"

Doham couldn't help but ask directly, his tone carrying a hint of agitation.

Hearing the words "Dragonblood Warrior," Linley's eyes focused slightly, but he figured that since the Dragonblood Warriors were once a legend on the continent, it wasn't a secret to powerhouses.

Afterward, Linley nodded, "Yes, but I am not a Dragonblood Warrior."

Linley felt some regret in his heart regarding his insufficient bloodline concentration. Fortunately, his younger brother Wharton had a sufficient bloodline concentration and had already gone to the O'Brien Empire to study.

In just a few decades, Wharton would be able to become a Saint-level Dragonblood Warrior and restore the family's glory.

"Haha, so it really is true."

Hearing Linley admit it, the two Doham brothers were extremely pleasantly surprised. Especially seeing the sturdiness of Linley's body at this moment, it was consistent with the bloodline of an Ultimate Warrior clan.

In an Ultimate Warrior clan, even if the bloodline concentration was insufficient, their physical strength was still better than that of ordinary people.

"Let us reintroduce ourselves."

Doham's tone became formal, "Doham Bolei."

"Dohar Bolei."

Dohar also spoke up.

"Bolei?"

Linley was shocked in his heart. The family records contained information about the other three Ultimate Warriors: the Tiger-striped Warrior clan, the Bolei Clan; the Undying Warrior clan, the Amanda Clan; and the Violetfire Warrior clan, the Haide Clan!

"You..."

A ripple of emotion appeared in Linley's eyes.

"That's right, we are descendants of the Tiger-striped Warrior clan."

Doham laughed heartily, and the way he looked at Linley changed as well, "I really didn't expect you to be a descendant of the Dragonblood Warrior clan."

After learning about each other's clans, the interaction between the Doham brothers and Linley became much more harmonious.

Soon, the Doham brothers learned how Linley had arrived here.

"These stone sculptures weren't carved by us. We don't have that kind of ability."

Seeing Linley praising them because of the stone sculptures, Doham smiled and explained, "These were all carved by our master."

"My lord?"

Linley was stunned for a moment.

He had always assumed the two brothers were Saint-level experts.

"Haha, it is indeed the Saint-level expert, Lord Fang Yun."

Doham laughed, "All the sculptures in this valley were carved by Lord Fang Yun."

"Lord Fang Yun!"

Linley's heart trembled.

He had long since memorized this name. Ever since he first heard it six years ago, he had kept it in mind. This was a super expert who, just like Grandpa Doehring, could take on four opponents at once.

"Is Lord Fang Yun in this valley?"

Linley felt a tremor in his heart.

"The lord may have gone out."

Doham said directly.

As for Fang Yun, they were merely his followers. If the lord left, they just needed to guard the valley. At the very least, they could not let anyone damage the lord's works.

At this moment, Linley's admiration for Fang Yun grew even deeper; he was truly a target of worship for him in every possible aspect.

There was no need to even mention his strength, as he was already at the very pinnacle of the continent. Now, even his sculpting was this incredible.

He knew full well how difficult it was to carve a good stone sculpture, yet here, it seemed to be the most common thing.

Moreover, he felt that Lord Fang Yun's stone sculptures were unique, much like Grandpa Doehring's Pingdao School. It was very likely a style entirely his own.

It could be said that the current Fang Yun was the target he needed to learn from and chase after in every single aspect!

After Linley stayed here for two days, Fang Yun still had not returned, so he left to continue adventuring in the Magical Beast Mountain Range for a while longer.

However, for him, the purpose of this training had already far exceeded his initial expectations. After all, he had already reached the level of a sixth-rank, and continuing to adventure was merely to gain some practical combat experience.

Once he accumulated enough magical power and truly became a sixth-rank magus, he would prepare to return to the Ernst Institute. At the Ernst Institute, he could learn many sixth-rank spells, especially sixth-rank wind-style magic.