Nanako was instantly shocked.
She had heard of the Ice Binding Hell forbidden spell before.
As an ice-element Siege-class mage, to advance to the next level, the minimum requirement was to be able to cast a forbidden-level spell.
And Ice Binding Hell was a top-tier forbidden spell that countless ice mages dreamed of mastering, even considered the ultimate ice magic technique!
What's more terrifying was...
The Ice Binding Hell technique circulating outside was incomplete.
Yet even in its incomplete form, Ice Binding Hell was only mastered by the most powerful mages. Unless you had some special encounter, it was impossible to even come across it.
What she hadn't expected was that she would find the magic formula for Ice Binding Hell in this ancient elven scroll!!
What surprised her even more was that her disciple claimed he created it!!
And what shocked her the most was...
Her disciple actually called this top-tier forbidden spell garbage!!
Nanako was dumbfounded.
[Sigh, this is ridiculous.]
[Though it seems this magic is highly valued by ice mages like Master in this era!]
[Truly a fallen age, when garbage is treated as treasure. Back then, battles spanning millions of miles were common - this little forbidden spell isn't even worth looking at!]
[Who didn't start with at least Magic Forbidden Level or Divine Descent Level spells?]
Nanako: "!!!!"
Lynn shook his head, no longer paying attention, and returned to reading his romance novel with disinterest.
Magic Forbidden Level?! Divine Descent Level?
Nanako felt her mind buzzing, completely blank, her whole person frozen in shock.
These two terms weren't unfamiliar to her.
But they were far beyond her reach.
Because Magic Forbidden Level spells could only be used by demigods!
And Divine Descent Level spells could only be wielded by those just below gods, or by gods themselves!!!
Nanako stared wide-eyed, grabbing her ponytail.
So it was really about being on different levels...
Only magic of that caliber could catch his eye?!
Was her disciple really that amazing?!
Wait!
Seeing Lynn completely lose interest and look away from the scroll in her hands, Nanako instantly became anxious.
Don't look away, at least take another look!
At least recite the magic formula on it for your master!!
You might look down on it...
But your master values it, and really wants it!!
Hey! Hey!
...
The next day, the Round Table Council of the Seven Stewards convened as scheduled.
Andrew, wearing a gray wizard's robe, sat at the head position, his gaze dark. On the table before him lay a thick stack of parchment covered in dense ancient elven text.
The other five stewards were already in their positions on his left and right.
Looking at the empty seat across from him, Andrew glanced at the rising sun and said in a low voice:
"Where is Nanako!"
The surrounding stewards shook their heads, their eyes carrying mocking smiles.
"Perhaps she overslept. After all, being late is quite normal for her."
"No, no, I think she must have made big claims yesterday, and now feels too ashamed to show her face, so she ran away overnight."
"That makes sense, that makes sense."
Hearing everyone's discussion, Andrew's eyes grew darker.
If it were based on seniority, Nanako would never have qualified for the position of Seventh Steward.
It was only because since the founding of Winter Spring Valley, the Seven Steward positions had always been controlled by the seven oldest magic families, and Nanako, as the only remaining bloodline of the Tulip Family, inherited the Seventh Steward position from her deceased father.
Andrew took a deep breath.
Actually, he hadn't expected Nanako to present him with a satisfactory answer.
Because based on his understanding of Nanako.
She had probably already forgotten about the elven scroll,
And even if she hadn't forgotten, it would be impossible for someone with her knowledge to decode the entire scroll within three months.
Andrew shook his head and said in a low voice:
"Don't wait for her, let's begin..."
But before he could finish speaking, Nanako's shouting voice suddenly came from outside.
"Wait!! I'm here!!"
Bang—
A twin-tailed lolita burst through the door, and under everyone's gaze, she rushed in with wide eyes, clutching a thick stack of scrolls, panting heavily.
With a thud, she placed the scrolls on the table.
Nanako stared with wide eyes, quickly went to Andrew's side, and made a ninety-degree bow, her ponytail whipping Andrew's forehead with a snap.
"Sorry, Grandpa Andrew, I'm late!"
"..."
"..."
Oh my goodness!
Andrew clenched his fists with a crack, trembling as he peeled her ponytail off his face.
She did it on purpose, this girl definitely did it on purpose.
"So you know you're late? How many times is this in just one month?!"
Andrew slammed the table hard, extremely angry.
If it weren't for her father entrusting her to him before death, hoping he would train her to become a qualified steward, he wouldn't be this angry.
Nanako straightened up, clasped her hands together, and said with wide eyes:
"Grandpa Andrew, I'm really sorry, but this time it's different because I stayed up late trying to decode the elven scroll, it's completely different from the previous times!"
Hearing this, Andrew laughed from anger.
"Decode the scroll? Well then, let's see what results you've achieved from staying up all night!"
The surrounding stewards struggled to hold back their laughter, their eyes full of schadenfreude.
They were very well aware of how difficult it was to decode the scroll.
These ancient elven texts were impossible to decipher without referencing a large amount of literature for comparison.
But they weren't worried now.
Because they hadn't told Nanako.
Just last night, Steward Andrew had received news that their archaeological team in the Western Empire had excavated a damaged ancient elven dictionary from the ruins.
Steward Andrew had used magic to transport the dictionary back overnight.
And with this dictionary, the efficiency of decoding the ancient elven scroll would immediately improve by a level.
They mockingly looked at Nanako, waiting for her to embarrass herself.
...
Nanako returned to her seat, took a deep breath, and rubbed the dark circles under her eyes.
Finally... it was... complete...
It had taken almost an entire day.
Through various indirect methods and inducements, she had finally managed to grasp the contents of her scroll from her disciple's inner thoughts.
It was so difficult! Really so difficult!
Andrew said coldly: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and begin?!"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
