The young wizards by Crescent Lake were limited by their realm and experience, and could not see much.
Most merely thought Zheng Qing was formidable, capable of defeating a Registered Wizard head-on across realms—even if he had used a great number of talismans on the Performance Stage, the fact that he had been at First University for less than two years was indisputable—especially since Tu Shan Chu Jiu was no ordinary Registered Wizard, but a child of an aristocratic family with an ancient magical inheritance and innate bloodline abilities.
The old wizards on Lishan Mountain, however, had immersed themselves in magic for many years and possessed abundant hunting and worldly experience. Looking down from above, they saw far more in the battle on the Performance Stage.
Without undergoing a Magic Ritual to become a Registered Wizard, he could nevertheless easily comprehend and wield interdisciplinary fusion magic. What astonishing talent—calling him a genius was no exaggeration.
His physical body was also extraordinarily powerful. He could withstand violent spells and close in at tremendous speed on a Fox Spirit wizard who was on high alert, yet suffer no external injuries.
Then there was his considerable wealth.
And the Merlin Gold Medal and formal teaching post at First University he had acquired at such a young age—even if it was only the lowest-ranking teaching assistant position, which professor had not begun as a teaching assistant?
The elders on Lishan Mountain saw those four qualifications with perfect clarity.
A wizard possessing even one of them would have been among the finest at the Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt, worthy of every family's favor. Yet that young man possessed all of them at once. His excellence could no longer be described merely as that of an unpolished jade.
For a moment, even the most discerning elders