A few days later, Nolun No.13 Academy.

A few days ago, Jeming received a communication from Professor Clark, and it was brief and to the point, instructing him to go to a designated location in the academy area at the specified time.

So today, after taking care of his experiments, he crossed the Teleportation Array and returned to the academy after a long absence. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

On the way, a familiar figure caught his eye.

"Jeming!" Viola, the senior, still had that elegant demeanor.

But upon seeing Jeming, she immediately broke her composure and came over in a few steps, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Did you also receive the old man’s message?"

Jeming’s eyelid twitched, "You’re brave now, daring to talk about the professor like that?"

"Ha! I’m now a qualified Sixth Level Wizard, even the old man can’t scold me at will!" Viola elegantly flipped her silver-gray long hair, though her words were anything but elegant.

"The professor just looks a bit balding, not exactly old..." Jeming couldn’t help but tease.

"Of all things, that’s what you focus on? Seems like you have a rebellious spirit like me! How about it? Want to form an alliance with me to rebel against the old man?"

"Ah no! I must refuse!"

Jeming silently dodged Viola’s hand reaching out to hook his shoulder.

Viola immediately put on a heartbroken beauty pose, "Are you planning to betray me too?"

"..."

Jeming silently shuffled two steps to the side, fearing blood might splatter on him.

After exchanging a few playful jabs, they finally turned their attention to the main matter.

Jeming responded to Viola’s initial question, "Indeed, Professor Clark asked me to come here, but he didn’t specify in the message."

Professor Clark sent a message, not a video call.

And the location requested was not his usual office but a conference room with an unfamiliar number, which in itself was unusual.

"Strange." Viola touched her chin, with a curious look, "When did the old man learn to keep things mysterious? Not saying a word more in a message, that’s not his style."

Jeming was about to nod in agreement when suddenly a light bulb went off in his mind.

He recalled the crisis he encountered not long ago in the Giant Spirit Realm, where the Nolun Wizard descended like a Divine Spirit.

Based on the information he had, as a powerful Eighth Level existence, the Nolun Wizard should be at the front line with the Ninth Level Wizard in the main battle against the enemy.

Even if a distress signal was sent, standard support would usually involve the rested Eighth Level Wizards.

Conversely, the fact that the Nolun Wizard came to support meant he had left the battlefield.

If it was for resting, the timing seemed a bit early.

An Eighth Level Wizard would never leave the core battlefield for no reason.

The personal return of the Nolun Wizard indicated that there might be some changes at the frontlines.

Or... a task of extremely high priority needed him, such a powerful figure, to personally come back to handle it.

"Hmm?" Viola keenly caught Jeming’s brief pause and thoughtful expression, immediately became interested, and gently nudged him with her elbow, "Junior, judging by your look... do you know some insider info? Come on, share it with your senior!"

After a moment of consideration, Jeming concluded there was no need for secrecy and quietly explained his previous encounter with the Nolun Wizard in the Giant Spirit Realm.

"The Nolun Wizard? That legendary figure has returned?" Viola’s eyes instantly lit up, as if ignited with two flames of curiosity.

Before Jeming could finish, she grabbed his collar and dragged him forward, "What are we waiting for! Hurry up, let’s go! We might get to see him in person!"

"There are over a hundred and forty academies in the Nolun Workshop, how could we possibly see him in person..."

Jeming, being dragged along like a kite in the wind, sighed helplessly and could only go along with her.

This senior’s initiative was always so "exceptional."

Following the communication’s instructions, they arrived at the designated conference room.

Pushing open the heavy door, Jeming scanned the room, feeling a slight stir in his heart.

The conference room’s interior evidently employed advanced space expansion technology, and it was astonishingly spacious, able to accommodate tens of thousands of people without being crowded.

Moreover, many wizards were already seated inside.

Scanning around, although some faces were quite familiar, there were many more that Jeming did not recognize.

Most attendees were Second and Third Level Low Level Wizards, with a mix of bewilderment and anticipation on their faces.

Some wizards were of relatively high level, though judging from their unstable spiritual power fluctuations, they seemed newly advanced.

Sitting in the front row were those Jeming was all too familiar with—the professors who had taught them at Nolun Academy.

Professor Clark, slightly balding with a serious expression, was conspicuously present, conversing quietly with another mentor beside him.

"It seems there’s going to be a large conference," Jeming thought to himself knowingly.

Jeming and Viola first walked to the front and respectfully saluted Professor Clark.

Clark lifted his eyelids, glanced at them, and merely nodded slightly, his voice calm and unruffled: "Hmm, you’re here. Find a seat anywhere."

Despite his words, all the wizards in the venue instinctively followed an invisible rule in seating—from front to back, roughly arranged by wizard level.

Jeming was long accustomed to this hierarchy of respect for knowledge and power, deeply rooted in the marrow of the Wizard World.

He quietly walked to the area where Second Level Wizards gathered, finding an inconspicuous spot to sit.

After they left, Oswaldo, the former Soul Element mentor sitting beside Clark, leaned over.

Looking at the departing Jeming and Viola, he spoke with unabashed envy: "Clark, these two students of yours are really something. In just a few years, Viola has already reached the Sixth Level. And that Jeming is even more impressive, clearly a Second Level Wizard, yet I can feel a threat from him... Tsk, you must be proud as a mentor."

Professor Clark glanced at him, still expressionless, only acknowledging with a light nasal sound "Hmm" as a response.

But the slight relaxation at the corner of his mouth seemed to reveal a hint of subtle satisfaction.

Viola followed Jeming to the seat he chose, but didn’t immediately sit down.

She bent down with a mischievous grin, winking triumphantly at Jeming: "Little junior, you just stay here obediently~ Your senior’s heading to the front!"

Jeming was already well aware of his senior’s quirky sense of humor, his heart unmoved, simply nodding calmly: "Please go ahead, senior."

Seeing Jeming’s indifferent reaction, Viola suddenly lost interest, sighing like a deflated ball.

With drooping shoulders, she walked toward the area designated for High Level Wizards in the front, casually finding an empty seat.

Soon, the doors of the conference room slowly closed, and no new wizards entered.

The whispers in the venue gradually subsided, and all eyes turned to the front stage.

Buzz...

Amidst the faint buzzing, a clear holographic projection lit up above the stage.

A figure materialized from the void, appearing gentle-faced and with eyes as deep as the starry sea—the Nolun Wizard.

"I am Nolun," he began, his voice not loud yet clearly reaching the ears of every wizard present, carrying an indisputable authority.

There was an immediate slight stir of excitement in the room, especially among the Low Level Wizards, their faces filled with awe and reverence.

Many of them grew up hearing the name of this Nolun Wizard, and here he was, this legendary Eighth Level Wizard, truly appearing before them (though via projection).

And the High Level Wizards in the front row also showed reverence, as the higher the level, the more they understood the vast gap between different ranks.

It’s not just a gap in strength, but an abyss in wisdom and research ability!

Nolun Wizard paid no heed to the reactions below, directly addressing the main topic, speaking decisively: "I have returned this time under orders to execute the Star Ring Federation’s highest directive."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the hall as if penetrating each soul: "To address the increasingly complex Chaotic Void situation, the Federation has decided to officially launch the ’Elite Training Program.’ From today, the core members of each Wizard Influence will form the first elite task units."

Jeming’s heart stirred, just as expected!

"Over the years, Nolun Workshop’s various academies have accumulated a wealth of talent through elite trials, and now it’s time they were truly put to use," the Nolun Wizard’s voice carried no trace of emotion.

"Before you’re fully grown, you’ll be deployed to secondary battlefields. The enemies there might not be as formidable as those encountered by the main frontline troops, but they are often more bizarre and challenging—an ideal grindstone for you."

He briefly mentioned shifts in the deployment of High Level Wizards and resource allocation changes, but these were clearly not directly pertinent to Jeming’s current level.

Jeming’s attention was fully captured by the keywords "elite team" and "secondary battlefield."

His mind began rapidly analyzing the situation with calmness.

The secondary battlefield, undoubtedly, presented relatively controllable risks compared to the frontline.

But "more challenging" implied high unpredictability, where conventional means might not suffice.

"However, in terms of safety, it should be relatively assured, possibly even safer than the rear battlefield?"

After all, in the rear battlefield, though it’s about clearing remnants, the commanding wizard’s level would not be too high.

Yet in the secondary battlefield, there would surely be Eighth Level Wizards stationed.

Given the wizards’ operational modes, all apparent Ninth Level enemies would be dealt with on the frontline.

Thus, with an upper enemy level limit, having an Eighth Level Wizard stationed greatly enhances safety in the secondary battlefield.

"Moreover, colleagues would all be selected elites, likely with stronger abilities..."

The projection of the Nolun Wizard continued to elaborate on specific selection criteria, resource distribution, and preliminary arrangements, while Jeming was already planning his future research schedule in his mind.