Preparing for Graduation

On a quiet path at the Ernst Institute, Lin Feng and Delia walked arm in arm, bathing in the moonlight as they strolled in silence.

"Delia, you've already reached the seventh rank as a grand mage; you are fully qualified to apply for graduation." Lin Feng said abruptly.

"Hmm?" Delia tilted her head, looking at Lin Feng in confusion, not knowing why he would suddenly bring this up.

"Apply for graduation in a while and head back to the Yulan Empire with your brother Dixie!" Lin Feng sighed. Although he didn't want to be separated from Delia just after reuniting, he had no other choice.

Even though he had already stepped into the Saint Realm, he could not guarantee Delia's absolute safety when the "Day of Destruction" arrived. Furthermore, he intended to initiate his plan for revenge during this period.

While it wasn't realistic to wipe out the Radiant Church with his current strength, taking out the Golden Lion Clayde and his brother, Duke Paterson, would be no problem at all.

"No, I want to stay by your side, unless you come to the Yulan Empire with me." Delia was uncharacteristically stubborn, but this time, she truly didn't want to be separated from Lin Feng again.

"Be good, listen to me. Once I finish my business here, I'll go to the Yulan Empire to see you. That will also be the time I go to your Ryan Clan to propose marriage." Lin Feng gently stroked Delia's golden hair. "When the exhibition for the stone sculpture Love ends, take it with you. Consider it my betrothal gift."

"What important business do you have here? Can't you just finish it and come with me?" Delia asked, refusing to give up.

Lin Feng looked up at the bright moon in the sky and said calmly, "Revenge!"

"Revenge?" Delia trembled upon hearing this, asking in surprise, "Revenge for whom? Against whom?"

Having spent so much time with Lin Feng, she had a general understanding of his family situation. She had even used her own family's resources to investigate the history of the Baruch Clan in detail. She knew Lin Feng was a descendant of the Dragonblood Warrior clan, that his mother, Lina, had died in childbirth, and that his father still lived in Wushan Town. Aside from that, Lin Feng had only one close relative left: Wharton Baruch, who was currently studying in the O'Brien Empire.

Shaking his head, Lin Feng chuckled softly, "Don't ask about these things. When we meet again, I will tell you everything from start to finish, okay?"

"Okay!" Although Delia desperately wanted to know and understand everything about Lin Feng, she knew that if he said this, he must have his reasons. Ever since seeing the stone sculpture Love, Delia no longer had any doubts about whether Lin Feng loved her.

After saying goodbye to Delia and making arrangements for Sadius, Lin Feng returned to his dormitory.

"Hey, Third Brother, back from your romantic rendezvous?" George, who had sharp eyes, saw Lin Feng return and teased him with a smile.

"That's the joy of a brief separation being better than a new marriage. Sigh, I'm so envious of you, you lucky dog." Reynolds sighed in a mock-serious tone. "Think of me, Reynolds, a fourth-rank mage, and I don't think I look too bad either. Why is it that no beauty wants me? A failure, truly a failure!"

"Alright, Second Brother, Fourth Brother, stop teasing Lin Feng." Yale walked over to Lin Feng and said, "Third Brother, I just had someone contact Curator Maia. I learned that you're willing to exhibit the stone sculpture Love at the Proulx Gallery, and Curator Maia immediately stated that they wouldn't take a single cent of the exhibition fees; it's all yours. They will also set up a special exhibition hall at the Proulx Gallery specifically for your sculpture, Love."

"Haha, Yale, you can handle that matter." Lin Feng smiled indifferently, then deliberated for a moment before continuing, "There is something I must tell you all."

Seeing Lin Feng's serious expression, Yale, George, and Reynolds couldn't help but focus their attention.

"I'm planning to apply for graduation in the next few days." Lin Feng said this with great difficulty.

Graduation meant leaving the Ernst Institute and leaving his three good brothers. Lin Feng had entered the Ernst Institute at nine years old, and now, at seventeen, it had been eight years. The brothers he had made during the most simple and pure eight years of his life were true brothers, with no ulterior motives.

Lin Feng couldn't bear to leave his brothers.

But in this life, one eventually needs to forge a career of their own; he couldn't just hide in an ivory tower forever, living a leisurely life. Besides, he still had a great debt of revenge to settle; applying for graduation was only a matter of time.

"Graduation?"

Yale, George, and Reynolds were all stunned. Yale was the first to react, saying, "Third Brother, why are you in such a rush to graduate? What's so good about graduating from the Ernst Institute? Isn't it great for the four of us to be together? Besides, the Ernst Institute is much more peaceful than the outside world."

George and Reynolds also hurriedly tried to persuade him.

Lin Feng shook his head and said, "No, we can't just hide inside the Ernst Institute and never have contact with the outside world."

"By the way, Third Brother, did you step into the Saint Realm during your training in the Magical Beast Mountain Range?" Yale suddenly remembered that Lin Feng's second trip to the Magical Beast Mountain Range was to break through to the Saint Realm. Now that Lin Feng was back, perhaps he had succeeded. Although stepping into the Saint Realm was difficult, in Yale's heart, he believed in his brother's talent even more.

With his brothers, Lin Feng didn't need to hide anything. He admitted directly, "That's right. Half a year ago, I stepped into the Saint Realm in magic and became a Saint Magus."

"A Saint Magus?"

The three of them were completely stunned, as if struck by lightning. A genius like Dixie only reached the sixth rank at sixteen; if one wanted to reach the level of a Saint Magus, even with diligent effort, it might take hundreds of years.

And Lin Feng...

He was only seventeen this year!

"Third Brother, are you saying you reached the level of a Saint Magus?" Yale simply couldn't believe it. Although he had vaguely guessed it and believed in Lin Feng's cultivation talent, there was still a gap between imagination and reality. When reality was placed right in front of him, he found it hard to accept.

"Third Brother, don't pull our legs." George also refused to believe it.

Reynolds just stared at Lin Feng, speechless.

"Squeak!" Bebe, on Lin Feng's shoulder, chirped indignantly, baring his teeth at the three of them. Lin Feng heard Bebe's indignant voice: "Boss, these three guys actually don't believe you. Boss, use a Meteor Fall to give them a taste."

Lin Feng glanced at Bebe: "Bebe, don't make trouble."

Bebe gave Lin Feng a look of feigned "grievance" and fell silent.

"This Bebe, his acting skills are getting better and better." Lin Feng chuckled inwardly, then looked at his three good brothers: "Yale, I just happened to break through by chance. If not for that, even if you gave me another ten years, I might not have broken through."

Lin Feng's words were a bit self-deprecating. A breakthrough is a breakthrough; there is no such thing as luck. It could only be said that the opportunity had arrived.

In truth, the reason Lin Feng's cultivation was so fast—leaving the self-proclaimed number one magic genius of the Ernst Institute, Dixie, far behind—was not just because he learned Flat Blade carving from Doehring Cowart and practiced diligently. His identity as a transmigrator could not be ignored.

He had lived on Earth for twenty years, and adding the nine years since he transmigrated into the Coiling Dragon world, Lin Feng's mental age was already nearly thirty. His life experience was simply not something a seventeen-year-old like Dixie could compare to, and even some old monsters who had spent hundreds of years in seclusion might not have his breadth of experience. After all, his twenty years on Earth, having received over a decade of spoon-fed education from kindergarten to university, provided him with knowledge far beyond what this world, with its lagging information transmission, could offer.

All these reasons combined created Lin Feng, a freak of nature who might not appear even if countless planes were combined!

Yale, George, and Reynolds all knew Lin Feng's character; they knew he wasn't the type to lie.

"Third Brother, did you really reach it?" George asked softly.

Lin Feng nodded slightly and waved his hand. A pale cyan ripple instantly swept over the three of them. At the same time, Yale, George, and Reynolds all felt as if their bodies had sunk into a quagmire, making it difficult even to move.

Lin Feng waved his hand again, and the pale cyan ripple vanished instantly, and the three of them regained their ability to move.

"How about it? You should believe me now!" Lin Feng smiled slightly and explained, "As long as one steps into the Saint Realm, they will have more or less control over the space around them. I entered the Saint Realm through the wind element, so I have gained some insights into the Laws of Nature regarding the wind, which allows me to influence those laws. Just now, I used the power of the wind laws to bind the space around you."

"Third brother, you have really reached the level of a Saint Magus? This, how is this possible? But just now?" George was the first to exclaim in a low voice.

"A seventeen-year-old Saint Magus, heavens, has there ever been such a formidable genius in the history of our Yulan?" Reynolds also became excited.

Yale looked at Lin Feng, his eyes shining: "I am actually looking forward to the expressions on the faces of the academy leaders when they conduct the testing at third brother's graduation."

Lin Feng had always adhered to a principle of keeping a low profile; otherwise, he would not have only displayed his cultivation talent for the earth and wind elements during his initial magic aptitude test.

Although he was prepared to become famous this time to facilitate his path of revenge in the future, he would not reveal all of his trump cards.

"At tomorrow's graduation test, I will only display the strength of a seventh-rank mage," Lin Feng said immediately.

"Why?" Reynolds was the first to voice his confusion.

As for the slightly more mature Yale and George, upon hearing Lin Feng's words, they nodded as if they had realized something.