Chance Encounter, Reaping What One Has Sown

Winter passed and spring arrived.

There was only one week left until the start of the term at Ulada Magic Academy.

Jonathan and Abraham packed their bags and set off on their journey.

Over the past few months, Jonathan had continued his rigorous training and cultivation of battle qi. Although he hadn't broken through to a level four warrior, he was not far from the peak of level three.

It would take five or six days to reach Black Phoenix City from where they were. If they encountered a town, they would stay there; if not, they didn't mind camping out in the wilderness.

With a level seven warrior by his side, safety was at least not a concern.

Several days later, as the two were walking along the main road leading to Black Phoenix City, a carriage passed by and suddenly came to a halt.

The curtain was pulled back, and a head poked out.

"Ford."

Jonathan felt quite surprised.

"Jonathan, we really have fate on our side! We were lined up together during the test, and now we run into each other on the way to the magic academy. I thought I wouldn't see you again until we reached the school."

After hearing this, Jonathan smiled slightly.

"Come on up. It's just me and my father in the carriage, and we're heading the same way anyway."

Ford's father also showed his face, smiling as he said, "You must be the Jonathan with the near-monstrous talent that Ford keeps talking about. Since we've crossed paths, why not travel together?"

Jonathan looked at Abraham, and Abraham said, "Since we've met, let's go together."

The two boarded the carriage. Although it wasn't large, it could easily accommodate five or six people.

Once inside, Ford began to chatter excitedly.

With his father present, Jonathan found it difficult to maintain the same detached, indifferent attitude he had shown earlier.

In reality, Jonathan and his father were at most a day's journey from Black Phoenix City; if they traveled at full speed, they could arrive in less than half a day.

"It's fortunate we arrived before dark. I hear the area around Black Phoenix City isn't very safe."

Ford's father let out a sigh of relief and said, "Jonathan's father, tomorrow is the opening day of Ulada Magic Academy. Let's find a hotel to stay the night."

"Just call me Abraham."

Having traveled all this way, and with their sons about to be classmates, Abraham found it difficult to refuse directly.

Black Phoenix City was truly worthy of being a royal capital; it was bustling with activity, filled with businesses of every trade, and even the roads were much wider than those in Black Flame City.

Furthermore, a branch of the Dark Church existed within Black Phoenix City.

That evening, they checked into a place called the Land Grand Hotel.

They booked double-room suites.

Not long after settling in, Abraham said, "Jonathan, come with me. We're going to meet the person in charge of the Saber organization in Black Phoenix City."

"They tracked us down the moment we arrived? How did I not notice?"

Abraham smiled and said, "They are all veterans. It's not easy to spot them with your current level."

"See that man pulling the cart on the left side of the hotel entrance? He is a contact for the Saber organization."

Prompted by him, Jonathan recalled that the man did indeed seem a bit suspicious, and he said, "People are coming and going, yet he doesn't step forward to greet them or solicit business. That's a bit too obvious."

"Heh, what's the use of being a backseat driver? Let's go."

The two left the hotel, and Abraham stepped forward to ask, "How much for a ride?"

The man lifted his straw hat and glanced at him, "That depends on where you're going."

"I'm here from the old home. Why don't you take us for a spin first?"

A sharp glint flashed in the man's eyes, followed by a smile, "Alright, please hop on, gentlemen."

The rickshaw pulled them through various twists and turns before finally entering an alleyway and stopping in a secluded spot.

The man went up to knock on a door, exchanged a secret code, and then the gate opened.

"You must be Abraham and Jonathan. Lord Xue Yan is already waiting inside."

The person who opened the gate was a young man, not very tall, with a shrewd look about him.

The rickshaw puller left, and the two were led by the young man into the residence.

Along the way, the young man scrutinized Jonathan several times.

They arrived at a large hall where a middle-aged man draped in a black robe sat in the main seat, leisurely sipping tea.

Jonathan looked toward him, and as their eyes met, he felt an aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood bearing down on him.

However, his expression didn't change in the slightest, and he walked into the hall calmly alongside Abraham.

"Not bad. To have the Old Instructor specifically name you for me to visit, you certainly have some skill."

"Jonathan, nine years old, Earth Element and Dark Element affinity are both super-grade, and your spiritual power is sixty-four times that of your peers. That's correct, isn't it?"

Jonathan nodded, "Are you the one sent by Saber to guide me?"

"If it weren't for the Old Instructor's personal orders, I wouldn't have the time to make this trip. Your magic talent is indeed astonishing, but all I can teach you is the art of assassination."

"Come, if you can make me leave this seat, I will teach you. Otherwise, even if it is the Old Instructor's order, I will not comply!"

Jonathan frowned. He could tell at a glance that the man was an expert. Anyone who could make Hesai personally speak up was definitely not a level eight; he had to be a level nine warrior, and quite possibly at the peak of level nine.

"I can see that you are a big shot. Even if you don't move from your seat, your mere Battle Qi emission would make it impossible for me to get even an inch closer."

"Heh, you don't have the qualifications for me to bully the weak. Have you even become a warrior yet? If not, I won't even use my Battle Qi."

"This kid has just become a level three warrior after a few years."

The young man on the side was dumbfounded, and even Xue Yan's eyes flickered with a strange expression.

"Jonathan, do not be rude in front of his lordship."

Although it was a reprimand, the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth made it look exactly like, "Look at my kid, isn't he impressive!"

"A level three at nine years old—no, an eight-year-old level three warrior. With your talent, it is even possible for you to break through to a level seven warrior by sixteen or seventeen. That is extremely rare on this continent."

Xue Yan paused. "I will control my Battle Qi within the scope of a level three warrior."

"I want to see what method you have to make me move."

Even among level three warriors, the gap can be worlds apart depending on experience and the level of Battle Qi mastery.

Top-tier fighters can easily fight above their rank, while mediocre ones are truly indistinguishable from the crowd at the same level.

Xue Yan felt victory was already in his grasp.

But Jonathan was not a true nine-year-old boy, and he thought of a solution in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft~"

He chuckled. "Lord Xue Yan, are you really going to make this bet?"

"A word once spoken cannot be overtaken by a team of four horses!"

"If you cannot do it, then I will return to the Saber headquarters and have someone else sent."

"Since Lord Xue Yan has said so, then..."

Jonathan looked at the young man on the side and asked politely, "What should I call you, sir?"

"No need to be so polite, just call me Cross."

"Mr. Cross, would you mind taking me to Lord Xue Yan's room?"

"What are you going to do in Lord Xue Yan's room?"

Jonathan grinned, revealing his white teeth. "Naturally, to take some of Lord Xue Yan's personal items and destroy them right in front of him."

He felt no psychological burden at all while saying this.

Moreover, he really wanted to test whether a top-tier assassin would have things they cared about.

"Of course, if he gets up to stop me, then I certainly won't succeed."

Xue Yan: "???"

Cross was stunned, and even Abraham, who thought he knew Jonathan better than anyone, was shocked.

Ordinary people wouldn't think of this, let alone in an instant.

Is this really the son I raised, who has received strict training since childhood and hasn't had much contact with outsiders?

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