316: Frillie

A private jet, entirely silver-white and emblazoned with the emblem of the European Magicians Association, was steadily cruising at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

Inside the cabin, the luxurious furnishings were at odds with the oppressive atmosphere.

Several elders, dressed in splendid Archmage robes and adorned with Advanced badges on their chests, sat upright with solemn expressions, even slowing their breathing, as if afraid of disturbing something.

In stark contrast to them was a Young Miss sitting by the window.

She was about eighteen years old, with a cascade of brilliant golden hair that shimmered enchantingly in the sunlight. Her skin was fairer than snow, and her features were as exquisite as a deity's most outstanding artwork. Her emerald green eyes now sparkled with pure curiosity and excitement, staring unblinkingly at the sea of clouds outside the window.

“Grandpa John, look outside! Is that Dragon Country? It’s completely different from what the books showed!”

The Young Miss turned her head, her clear voice breaking the dullness in the cabin.

The one she called Grandpa John was none other than the Chief Archmage of the European Magicians Association, John.

At this moment, this influential figure, who could cause tremors in the magical world with a mere stomp of his foot in Europe, had a bitter and helpless expression.

He looked at the Young Miss’s innocent face, untouched by worldly affairs, forced a smile, and nodded.

“Yes, Freylin, we’re almost there.”

“That’s great!”

The Young Miss named Freylin clapped her hands excitedly, her emerald eyes filled with longing.

“Are we really going to visit and study at that ‘Kunlun Cultivation Academy’ this time? I heard their Spells are very miraculous and completely different from our magic system! I wonder if their Spells can withstand my ‘Eternal Permafrost’!”

The Young Miss’s words were full of strong confidence, and even a hint of eager Battle Intent.

Her words made the eyelids of the surrounding Archmages twitch, and they all cast warning glances at her.

One Archmage couldn't help but remind her in a low voice, “Young Miss Freylin, we are here to seek help, not to provoke! Please be mindful of your words!”

“Seek help?” Freylin tilted her head in confusion, “Hasn’t the Secret Realm in the Alps already been resolved by that Academy Dean Li Heng? We even sent fragments of the philosophers stone, which is the highest sincerity!”

“Are they still not satisfied?”

The Young Miss’s innocent question made the Archmages’ faces even uglier.

John sighed, rubbed his temples, and waved his hand, signaling the others not to say more.

He knew better than anyone that the reason Freylin thought this way was because, in her world, she was an absolute Genius, the most dazzling new star in the magical world in the past century.

At eighteen, she was already a genuine Eighth-level Archmage.

This achievement was enough to make all her peers, and even Seniors, look up to her.

More importantly, she possessed a unique talent—she could resonate with the “philosophers stone.”

This was also why Freylin was brought along this time.

Throughout the entire Magicians' Association, only Freylin met the conditions.

Precisely for this reason, she had long been internally designated as the next President of the Magicians' Association, holding a transcendent status. In daily life, even Chief Archmage John doted on her, almost always granting her wishes.

Over time, this fostered her fearless personality, full of absolute confidence in her own strength.

In Freylin’s view, Kunlun Academy might be strong, but their magic system was equally great, and the two sides should engage in an equal exchange.

But John’s heart was as clear as a mirror.

Equality?

In front of the Kunlun Academy Dean who could easily Seal a Secret Realm that swept across all of Europe, what right did they have to talk about equality?

Their visit this time, ostensibly for “visiting and exchanging,” was in fact to “pay respects” and to seek powerful backing!

However, he couldn't, and didn't have the heart to tell these cruel realities to this Genius Young Miss, who was cherished by the entire association.

“Freylin,” John’s tone softened considerably, “the students of Kunlun Academy are different from us; their fighting style is more... direct. Remember, when you get there, watch more, listen more, and speak less, okay?”

“Oh…” Freylin nodded, half-understanding, but her lively eyes still flickered with a hint of nonchalance.

In her opinion, Grandpa John was simply too cautious.

Aren't they just a group of Eastern Cultivators? Could they be more terrifying than Dragons?

She had already made up her mind that once she arrived at Kunlun Academy, she would definitely find an opportunity to have a “friendly spar” with their Genius students and let them see what true magic was!

...The plane landed smoothly at Jinghai International Airport.

As Freylin stepped out of the cabin, a gentle air, distinctly different from Europe, greeted her.

She curiously surveyed her surroundings—the modern airport, the bustling crowds—everything felt new to her.

“The elements here are so... quiet,” Freylin murmured softly.

In Europe, active magical elements constantly drifted in the air, but here, she could barely feel them.

This made her even more curious about what was called “Immortal Cultivation.”

The group descended the gangway, and a middle-aged man in a crisp military uniform, who had been waiting on the tarmac, immediately came forward to greet them.

He had a square face, a steady aura, and sharp, piercing eyes.

“Archmage John, you’ve had a tiring journey.”

The newcomer was Zhang He.

He extended his hand and shook John’s lightly.

“I am Zhang He, the head of the Kunlun Special Liaison Office. I am here to welcome you all on the Academy Dean’s orders.”

“We are deeply honored that Colonel Zhang He has personally come to greet us.” John’s attitude was very humble.

He knew that the man before him was the Kunlun Academy Dean’s spokesman in the secular world and was not to be underestimated.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Zhang He led the group to the pre-arranged special vehicles.

The motorcade smoothly drove out of the airport and merged into the city’s traffic.

Freylin leaned against the car window, watching the rapidly passing street scenes like a curious child, occasionally letting out a small gasp of surprise.

“Colonel Zhang He,” Freylin suddenly turned around and asked in somewhat clumsy Dragon Country language, “Are we going directly to Kunlun Academy now?”

Although her pronunciation was a bit odd, her enunciation was clear, indicating she had put in some effort.

Zhang He glanced at her in the rearview mirror, a slight smile on his face.

“Yes, Young Miss Freylin.”

“Then… may I ask?” Freylin’s eyes sparkled, “Do your Academy’s students usually engage in practical combat training? Like… magical sparring?”

This question made the Archmages in the same car tense up.

John even felt an urge to stop her.

However, Zhang He seemed not to notice the others’ tension; the smile on his face became even more meaningful.

“Of course, there will be opportunities.”

He said slowly.

“Our Academy’s students are all very… hospitable.”