A cultivator who had previously suffered from Link's poison gas could no longer contain himself upon hearing such unreasonable demands. He shouted, "Link! I warn you not to go too far!"
In the next moment, blood and flesh flew as the cultivator's chest exploded, and he fell to the ground, dead!
At this point, the remaining cultivators no longer dared to act tough. One by one, they fell to their knees, begging Link to save them from the poison! Meanwhile, Gabry, witnessing this scene, felt his face darken to the color of a burnt pot.
Simultaneously, deep within the Imperial Cultivation Academy's magic tower...
"This... this bastard! He actually has such means?" Morton stared at the scene before him, nearly bursting with rage! The speed of the plot's reversal was too fast; he had originally thought victory was in his grasp, but he never expected the situation to turn so quickly! It was nothing short of a farce!
"Director... what should we do now? If we continue to slander him in front of so many witnesses, it might tarnish our academy's reputation!" Klude asked, both amused and exasperated, having never anticipated such an outcome!
"That's 50,000 gold coins! Just like that, given to a useless waste?" Morton fumed, stomping his feet in frustration, feeling as if his heart was bleeding! Although the Imperial Cultivation Academy had been established for a long time and had the strong support of the imperial family, making it financially robust, even they could not ignore the massive sum of 50,000 gold coins! Most importantly, being toyed with by someone with only half-step cultivation talent was something Jaldon could never swallow!
Just as Morton pondered how to deal with Link in this critical moment, a sudden rush of wind echoed from outside the magic tower!
Then, a burly old man with magnificent "Elemental Wings" appeared, gracefully landing inside the tower!
"It's you?" Morton exclaimed in alarm upon recognizing the visitor!
"Rasvidor? What brings you to our Imperial Cultivation Academy?" The newcomer was none other than the headmaster of the Royal Cultivation Academy, Rasvidor, who had met Link once before!
"I heard your Imperial Cultivation Academy is holding entrance examinations, and I had some free time, so I came to observe!" Rasvidor laughed heartily, retracting his "Elemental Wings" with a flick of his hand. He then asked, "What's wrong, my old friend Morton? Are you not welcoming me?"
"Indeed! Our Imperial Cultivation Academy does not welcome you!" Morton replied with a dark expression, showing no courtesy and directly issuing an eviction order to Rasvidor!
"Haha, Morton, my old friend, I never expected that after a few months, your temper would still be as stubborn as a rock in a latrine—stinky and hard!"
Rasvidor completely disregarded Morton's attitude. After saying this, he walked into the room and plopped down in Klude's seat! Not stopping there, he waved his hand at the stunned Klude, as if ordering a servant, and commanded, "Go, pour me a cup of tea!"
"You!" Klude was nearly furious, thinking that as the vice president of the Imperial Cultivation Academy, he had never done such menial work!
But Rasvidor didn't even glance at Klude; instead, he focused on the magical screen in the room, clicking his tongue and saying, "Morton, you really are regressing! To deliberately make things difficult for a participant over a mere 50,000 gold coins!"
"How do you know that?" Morton frowned at the remark!
"Heh, I've been watching from the shadows since your academy's examination began. Originally, I didn't want to reveal myself, but I simply couldn't stand your miserly behavior! It's just 50,000 gold coins; why not give it to Link? Why resort to such petty tricks? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" Rasvidor scolded disdainfully.
"Hmph! It's easy for you to say. This waste has only half-step cultivation talent; giving him 50,000 gold coins would be like throwing it into a pit of fire!" Morton gritted his teeth in anger!
"Heh, I actually think Link is quite good—a promising talent! If you don't want him, you can give him to our Royal Cultivation Academy, and I'll cover that 50,000 gold coins for you!" Rasvidor said, his eyes glinting with undisguised admiration as he looked at Link on the magical screen!
This was not an act; he genuinely appreciated Link!
"Could it be that this kid is truly that terrifying profession that has been lost to the continent for millions of years, existing only in legends?" Rasvidor pondered silently.
As the headmaster of the Royal Cultivation Academy and the strongest high-level mage of the imperial family, Rasvidor was over three hundred years old, and his experiences far surpassed those of Morton and Klude!
This time, he came to the Imperial Cultivation Academy to observe, and through watching Link's spellcasting, an extremely ancient and terrifying profession that had long since faded from everyone's memory began to imprint itself in his mind, nearly causing him to faint on the spot!
Because that profession had left behind far too many bloody legends, even making Rasvidor feel a chill run down his spine.
Thus, Rasvidor suddenly revealed himself, directly seeking Link!
Regardless of whether Link was that profession lost for millions of years, the mere fact that he could stand toe-to-toe with the "Three Radiant Sons" without losing ground was enough to ignite Rasvidor's desire to nurture talent.