School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 149 --A Visit

"Rest well, Principal." Owen stood up, his face bearing a trace of respect.

Kendo had indeed treated him exceptionally well.

Mystic Techniques were hard to come by, and given the uniqueness of these two Mystic Techniques, it was likely that most students wouldn’t even qualify to learn them.

Others would be overjoyed to receive just one of them.

Yet, he had been granted two, a clear indication of the academy’s favor towards him.

It was hard to say there were no interests involved, but the benefits he had received were tangible and real.

He closed the door to the Principal’s office behind him.

Kendo opened his eyes and turned to look out the window.

The autumn sun, filtering through the thin clouds, draped the mountains in a golden halo.

The peaks, bathed in sunlight, appeared even more majestic, standing tall as if they were guardians of nature.

The trees in the mountains had donned their autumn attire, with red, yellow, and green interweaving, creating a vibrant tapestry.

A gentle breeze passed, and the leaves fluttered down softly, like dancing butterflies.

The falling leaves traced graceful arcs in the air before settling quietly on the ground, blending with the earth.

In the distance, the mountain ridges, touched by the autumn wind, rippled like waves of wheat.

Despite the arrival of autumn and the falling leaves, a sense of vitality still permeated the air.

Kendo’s lips quivered, whispering in a barely audible voice, "Let them make noise, let them.

They won’t understand their folly until they’ve torn a hole in the sky."

Owen walked through the campus, surrounded by fallen leaves that carpeted the grass, a mix of green and yellow melding together, offering a unique flavor to the scenery.

The Grand Magus Academy boasts distinct scenic beauty in every season, drawing many to admire its splendor.

Yet, Owen had no interest in the surrounding beauty; his mind was filled with Barlo’s words and Kendo’s expression.

Kendo must know something.

He was certain of it, but Kendo seemed reluctant to share, possibly unwilling to entangle the Grand Magus Academy in these affairs.

What was Barlo’s current situation? Who was the person behind the scenes? What future awaited the dragons?

These were all pressing questions.

Owen clenched his fists tighter and entered the tower block, stepping into his bedroom.

Erin greeted him with a sweet voice, "Master, did everything go smoothly?"

He embraced Erin, caressing her cheek, feeling the warmth of life.

A complex emotion welled up inside Owen.

Being alive was enough; to live was to have a future.

Erin blushed, her hands on Owen’s chest, fumbling with the buttons in a fluster.

The master was becoming bolder!

Erin thought, but the warmth of his embrace was already receding.

Owen’s voice drifted from afar, "I need to seclude myself for training. Don’t admit any visitors."

Erin pursed her lips, replying cutely, "Understood."

Owen had become a celebrated figure within the academy, sought after by teachers and students alike, eager to forge a connection with him.

His room was almost trampled by visitors.

Hence, the caution.

Owen picked up a bone shard, examining its intricate patterns, and began his cultivation.

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The realm where the angel race resides is known as the Celestial Kingdom, a location appointed by the first generation of angels and named by them personally.

The Celestial Kingdom, such a domineering name.

And indeed, it lives up to it.

Within the Celestial Kingdom, there are endless blue skies and white clouds.

The clouds in the sky often morph into various peculiar shapes, as if they were the masterpieces of deities.

Sunlight filters through the cloud layers, casting a golden halo on everything below, described as a divine blessing according to the teachings of the angel race.

The gardens and oases within the Celestial Kingdom are filled with wonder and mystery.

These gardens are home to various exotic flowers and herbs, emitting enchanting fragrances that attract bees and butterflies to dance among them.

The trees are lush, their branches and leaves shimmering with a mysterious light under the sun, as if the eyes of the deities themselves are watching over everything.

Beside these gardens, there flows a river, meandering gracefully.

The river water is crystal clear, shimmering with a faint blue light, said to be the gathering of the deities’ tears.

Along the riverbanks, herds of divine beasts roam the forests and grasslands.

They possess a peaceful demeanor and formidable presence, serving as mounts for each of the angels.

The angels live joyfully in this paradise, with pristine, flawless wings, gracefully soaring through the air.

They care for each other, support one another, and collectively protect this sacred land.

Here, there is no conflict or strife, only harmony and beauty.

Here, miracles and mysteries coexist, with the sacred and the extraordinary intertwined.

Yet, three streaks of light suddenly shatter this peaceful scene.

Barlo stood atop the clouds, overlooking the beauty of the Celestial Kingdom, and couldn’t help but spit out in disdain, "Damn it, what a bunch of scum, reveling in beauty summoned with the blood and resources of disadvantaged and intermediate races, truly a herd of beasts."

Currently, Novalia is divided into three powers.

Two-thirds of the continent’s east is governed by the angel race, one-third is in the hands of the five major human race kingdoms, and the west is entirely ruled by the powerful demon nation of Xiluo.

Given Novalia’s vast expanse, even sages, exerting their full speed, cannot traverse the entire continent in a year.

How fast is a sage?

Beyond anyone’s imagination.

If sages declare the continent boundless, who would dare to object?

Even if Barlo traversed the entire continent, it would be an exaggeration; covering a third is considered an extraordinary experience.

Bilqis, as a Stardust Dragon, boasts the highest intelligence among dragons, typically assuming the roles of sages or wizards: "Are we really going to do this? To stir things up is to ignite the flames of war."

Barlo, with a suppressed voice, responded, "Isn’t this what the deities want to see? Are we supposed to just hide and wait to be slaughtered?"

Bilqis fell silent, Nidaam gripped his dragon scale sword tighter, disdainfully stating, "As long as a sage doesn’t intervene, no one in the angel race can match me. Barlo, just go ahead."

Barlo steeled himself and bellowed, "Wopole, come out to me."

Wopole, a veteran angel of the angel race, born a six-winged angel and now at the grandmaster-tier with ten wings grown.

Just two more wings, and he could step into the realm of sage, at which point the angel would become the sovereign over all beings under the heavens.

This was a roar wrapped in arcanergy, causing the entire Celestial Kingdom to tremble.

The auspicious spellbeasts drinking by the river were startled, then bolted away, while flocks of birds scattered from the forests.

These spellbeasts, though frail, possess their own ways of survival and are especially sensitive to the presence of murderous intent.

Even if an arrow were aimed at them from kilometers away, they could feel their skin prickle in warning.

Now, sensing the pervasive aura of killing intent, when else would they flee if not now?

The angels of the Celestial Kingdom were also stunned, gazing towards the sky.

It had been a long time since such a brazen figure had shouted so loudly within the Celestial Kingdom.

A streak of light swiftly approached Barlo, followed by two more.

Three angels appeared before the three grandmaster dragons, each a ten-winged angel.

However, curiously, they almost looked the same: equally handsome, equally robust, indistinguishable in gender.

Anyone slightly face-blind would not be able to tell them apart.

Aside from their wings and nearly identical handsome features, the only distinguishing mark was a sacred light spot in the center of their foreheads.

The angel race says this is the touch of the divine, enlightening them with wisdom.

Within the angel race, only those angels with a light spot on their forehead are considered part of the main lineage, while others are side branches, not fit for prominence.

"Wopole, so many years have passed, and you’re still the same," Barlo started with mockery, "Just as weak."

Wopole’s face remained cool as he stated, "Barlo, there has been no conflict between the dragons and the angel race for ten thousand years. By instigating trouble now, are you seeking war?"

"You need not bluster," Barlo sneered.

"War? Do you truly believe my dragons fear you?"

Wopole’s expression did not change: "Speak then, what business brings you to the angel race?"

"Hand over the Dragon Slaying Pillar and the instigator," Barlo’s eyes surged with murderous intent, the sound of metal striking echoed around him as he activated a Mystic Technique, "Otherwise, let there be war."

Wopole paused, turning to glance at the two angels beside him.

After both shook their heads, he turned back, his expression as cold as freezing water: "Are you looking for trouble without cause? My angel race has never set foot near the Dragon Slaying Pillar. Everyone on the continent knows it’s your dragons’ Achilles’ heel. Even the Westro Fairyland, protected by deities, dares not touch the Dragon Slaying Field."

Barlo did not bask in Wopole’s veiled praise, instead, he retorted coldly: "Stop pretending. At the heart chamber of the blood fortress on Heaven Summit, your people used fragments of the Dragon Slaying Pillar to lay down a level 6 magic array, Soul Draining. We three used our bloodline tracking technique and saw the scene before the magic array was set. I couldn’t make out the face of that person, but on their forehead was the same sacred light spot identical to yours, huh..."

Barlo laughed, "Thought it was a symbol of status, didn’t you? Bet you didn’t expect to get caught red-handed in your thievery? You can’t hide this."

In truth, Barlo had not seen it, but extraordinary times called for extraordinary measures.

Pressured by the circumstances, indeed!