Chapter 294

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Chapter 294: The Pinnacle of Life’s Peaks

Bai Wei’s life had always been multifaceted. In his past life, he managed multiple identities with ease—one as a devout member of the Sacred Religion’s court, where he skillfully converted countless individuals, and another as a mentor whose wisdom left a mark on history. But two roles stood above the rest: that of an emperor and a mentor.

The emperor was a figure of unassailable combat prowess, sitting on a golden throne, exuding a confidence born of supremacy. The mentor, though formidable in his own right, was a strategist and guide rather than a direct combatant, his strength lying in knowledge and teaching.

When a new account was opened, it meant starting from scratch. The combat abilities of the high-level characters were sealed, and the path to greatness had to be paved anew.

What few knew was that Bai Wei, the emperor, had been a mage prodigy from childhood. From mastering magic in the royal family to conquering the abyss, his journey culminated in legendary achievements. Yet, as a mentor, he shared his wisdom selflessly, distilling the complexities of the magical arts and offering his students the tools to surpass their limits.

However, there were still nine skills lost to history—two from the legendary class, five from the Holy Domain, and shockingly, even two below the Holy Domain level. Bai Wei couldn’t fathom how such profound techniques could vanish into obscurity.

“Rebellious students,” he muttered, frustrated. “Driving me to madness.”

The Lost Techniques

Among the Holy Domain skills, Grand Dimensional Slash and Crimson Lotus Ice Prison stood out. The former, a spatial magic, was a masterful evolution of simpler techniques, while the latter required intense visualization and endurance to conjure a frozen hell.

Aurora’s Descent was a meteor summoning spell so powerful it once destroyed an entire kingdom. Bai Wei shook his head, understanding why it had been buried in history—a weapon of such magnitude could destabilize nations.

Celestial Symphony, an intricate spell blending mental and spiritual magic, manipulated the mind through melodies. Meanwhile, Blood Sea Reincarnation, exclusive to bloodline descendants, was shrouded in mystery, its practice fading into legend.

Bai Wei sighed deeply, his thoughts returning to his student.

The Burden of Knowledge

Judy, seated nearby, watched his brooding expression. “What have you discovered, Mr. Devil?” she asked innocently.

Bai Wei’s voice was firm but heavy. “I now know what I should teach you.”

“Forbidden spells?” she asked, her eyes lighting up.

“You couldn’t learn them even if I tried to teach you. You must first reach the Holy Domain to grasp such techniques. For now, I’ll teach you something suited to your level—three spells to fortify your weaknesses.”

Judy’s expression faltered. “Three spells? That’s too much… or maybe too little?”

“Do you wish to learn or not?” Bai Wei’s tone was clipped, his patience wearing thin.

“I do,” she admitted, hesitating. “But I… I don’t have much to offer as payment anymore.”

Her words carried an undertone of desperation. Judy’s mind raced, her crimson eyes betraying her inner turmoil.

Bai Wei frowned. “I have no interest in such forms of payment. I do not require self-sacrificing gestures from you.”

Judy pressed further. “Then what price do you demand? My soul? Devils trade in souls, don’t they?”

“Not yours,” Bai Wei said dismissively. “You cannot afford the price now, but one day, you might be able to repay me when the time comes.”

The tension between them eased slightly. Bai Wei’s voice grew distant as his thoughts turned to the challenges ahead—the return of ancient curses, the disappearance of sacred relics, and the gathering storm that threatened the fragile peace of the world.

A Moment of Resolve

Judy’s voice cut through his reverie. “If I must repay this debt, then I pledge my life to you.”

“Why would you do such a thing?”

“A sword lives to be wielded,” she replied with quiet conviction. “Even if it breaks, its purpose is fulfilled. For a sword, there is no greater happiness.”

Bai Wei regarded her silently, struck by her resolve. “You’re a peculiar student,” he murmured.

“Let’s make a promise,” she said, holding out her pinky finger.

Despite himself, Bai Wei softened, his hand meeting hers in a gesture both childish and profound. Judy’s heart swelled with a sense of fulfillment, as though she had reached the pinnacle of her existence.

But life’s peaks are fleeting.

A Glimpse of Divinity

A golden leaf drifted through the air, brushing past the window before landing on Bai Wei’s shoulder. As it disintegrated into shimmering particles, a figure emerged—a young man with light golden hair, his silhouette reflected in the rippling energy.

For a brief moment, Judy caught a glimpse of his regal profile. Elegant and divine, the figure exuded a presence that left her breathless.

Her heart raced uncontrollably.

“What’s wrong?” Bai Wei asked, oblivious to her reaction.

“I… I’ll be right back!” Judy bolted from the room, her composure shattered.

She reached the restroom, locked the door, and leaned against it, her hands clutching her chest. Her thoughts spiraled into chaos.

Are all devils this captivating? she wondered, her face flushed.

“Oh no,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “My heart’s stopped… I’m going to die. I’m really going to die!”