Chapter 493: Magician Level Advancement

Tripleblade nodded slightly and analyzed, “Our enemies have made their move!”

“But they didn't target Lord Zong Ge or Miss Zi Di. They might have been intimidated by Lord Zong Ge's astonishing combat record.”

“Attacking the caravan shows precise targeting, they found our weak spot.”

"Moreover, two gold level fighters appeared in this assault. At least one was likely dispatched by the enemy, though it's also possible both gold level fighters were acting in concert. After all, this enemy organization operates in the shadows, seemingly afraid to openly reveal their true identities."

"Miss Zi Di and Lord Zong Ge's analysis is correct; the enemy is formidable, having once again deployed gold level combat power!"

Tripleblade's brow furrowed deeply as he felt immense pressure.

This was a clash between two organizations!

The enemy possessed immense strength, concealed in the shadows, making them impossible to guard against.

In contrast, the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps was significantly weaker. Their strongest visible member was the dragonman youngster, merely a silver level with a record of slaying a gold level opponent. Their true strongest member was Zong Ge, but he had only recently ascended to gold level.

As for the other survivors, their combat prowess was weak.

Tripleblade, as the leader of the mercenary division, was only at the iron level. He couldn't personally handle many matters and had to rely on Chi Lai and Men Shi to handle them.

“Do you think the Snow Bird Harbor City Lord truly doesn't know Teng Dong Lang's mysterious identity?”

“Perhaps that's his real intention for dragging our group into this!”

Tripleblade speculated, his expression dark.

Fei She sighed, “What good does it do to dwell on that now?”

"Given the current situation, our business plan will likely fail. Though it hasn't been destroyed yet, it will inevitably suffer heavy blows in the future."

“These enemies are too powerful!”

“Our current stability stems from them being intimidated by the practical effectiveness of the Deceptive Disguise spell.”

“Our strongest trump card is the Deceptive Disguise spell, yet the Pearl Bubbles have been severely depleted, few remain.”

"For this business venture, we invested most of the funds acquired from Two Eyes Island. Should we fail this time, we stand to lose not just this investment, but our entire future prospects."

"The remaining funds will barely sustain our faction's operations. Our growth and expansion will be painfully slow. We will be severely crippled!"

Fei She, with his broad vision and rich experience, already foresaw the bleak future awaiting the survivors.

The best solution was to eliminate the enemy.

But facing an adversary who casually deployed gold level combatants, Tripleblade and Fei She felt utterly lacking in confidence.

Tripleblade sighed deeply: “Our group has only Lord Zong Ge as a gold level, one man cannot hold the fort alone.”

Fei She added: “We can also count the commander. Though he's silver level, his combat prowess is truly gold level. But with just these two Lords, passive defense would be a stretch, wouldn't it?"

After this analysis, Tripleblade and Fei She felt immense psychological pressure.

With unclear intelligence, the holy warriors of the Dueling God had misjudged the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps' strength, even imagining deeper connections. Out of various apprehensions, they had only attempted tentative counterattacks and retaliations.

Similarly, the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps could only speculate about their enemies' strength, their estimates wildly inaccurate, their psychological pressure immense.

Fei She suddenly declared, "This intelligence must be reported immediately to Zi Di and Zong Ge. They must heighten their vigilance to guard against a heavy blow from the enemy."

In this regard, Tripleblade proved more seasoned: “I've already dispatched men to do so, but Lord Zong Ge's group has just departed Snow Rabbit City. We cannot contact them for the time being.”

“Why hasn't the commander returned yet?” Fei She lamented.

Tripleblade was merely iron level, while Fei She fared worse, just an ordinary mortal. They truly lacked any real backing.

This was the world of the strong.

Only the strong could serve as pillars of support, ensuring morale remained steadfast.

“Let us hope the commander returns swiftly,” Tripleblade's gaze hardened once more, “Until then, we must do everything in our power to stabilize the situation and minimize all losses!”

“Yes, that is precisely what we must do,” Fei She echoed, his expression hardening with resolve.

Unlike the holy warriors of the Dueling God, the survivors shared no common faith.

But they shared a common interest, they were in the same boat, destined to be purged by the Sheng Ming Empire if their atonement failed!

Helping each other meant helping themselves.

Coupled with their experience of working together on Mystifying Monster Island, they had forged a solid bond of comradeship.

“I'll speak with Bu Quan to have her accelerate alchemy production as much as possible, preventing disruptions to future supply lines,” Fei She declared, preparing to act, “We must also inform President Zi Di about this business plan to expedite their efforts.”

Tripleblade added, "If the business plan fails, we'll face an economic winter. During this period, I'll focus on maximizing revenue and minimizing expenses."

"As a mercenary group, we need to undertake mercenary missions to build market confidence in us. This way, in the future, mercenary missions can become our primary source of funding."

“I'll contact Lord Zong Ge to explain my perspective, attempting to reduce or even suspend the current training exercises and recall Chi Lai and Men Shi.”

Fei She nodded, hurriedly took leave, and raced against the clock to do what he could.

White Hair Trench.

Ocean Mother Nest.

Deep Sea Monster Fish, meditation chamber.

The fishman youngster sat cross-legged, eyes tightly shut, deep in meditation.

Massive quantities of water elements poured in from all directions, flooding into him.

For a water magician, this was an ideal meditation environment.

On one hand, it was the deep sea—where water elemental energy was most abundant. On the other hand, the Deep Sea Monster Fish's meditation chamber continuously purified and replenished the water elemental energy, ensuring its concentration was higher than that of the ship and remained constant despite the fishman youngster's constant absorption.

The water element was ceaselessly drawn in by the fishman youngster, transforming into pale blue magic power within his personal magic pool.

The next moment, the fishman youngster's body trembled slightly.

The scattered spirit power that had been drifting during his meditation suddenly coalesced, forming a spiritual space uniquely his own level!

At the same time, the youngster's magician level advanced from bronze level to iron level.

“My magician level has risen,” the fishman youngster opened his eyes, his expression a mix of delight and confusion, “But why... do I have a spiritual space?”

The fishman youngster was previously a silver level fighter and an iron level magician.

Just now, his magician level had risen from bronze level to iron level.

This was within his expectations.

His innate life level far surpassed bronze level, and his fishman bloodline was exceptionally potent, rapid advancement was natural.

Zhong Yong had predicted this beforehand.

“After reaching iron level, the storage capacity of my magic pool has increased significantly.”

The fishman youngster meditated briefly before abruptly stopping his meditation. His verification confirmed: “The efficiency of refining magic power has also skyrocketed.”

“But why has my spirit coalesced into a space?”

Bronze level magicians transitioned from ordinary humans to the extraordinary, formally possessing their personal magic pool.

Iron level magicians experienced substantial enhancements in personal magic power and spirit, enabling them to cast iron level spells.

Silver level magicians underwent a qualitative transformation in their spirit power, forming a stable spiritual space. Casting spells within this space allowed magic models to form rapidly and precisely. Magicians could even refine and modify these models or build multiple models simultaneously. At this level, various spellcasting techniques came into play.

Upon reaching gold level, magicians established stable conduits to the outside world, enabling constant magic power conversion without meditation. Of course, efficiency remained higher during meditation.

Unlike fighters, a magician's magic power possessed various hues depending on their magic affinity, as different elements absorbed distinct external energies. For instance, the water affinity manifested as a pale blue.

A fighter's battle qi color corresponds to their life level. bronze level appeared bronze. In fact, the naming of life levels was derived from the distinct hues of battle qi at each level.

Though the fishman youngster was only iron level, he possessed a spiritual space typically found in silver level magicians.

This puzzled the youngster. After pondering it himself, he formed a hypothesis.

He shared this observation with Zhong Yong, who looked at him excitedly: “Lord Hou Lang, it seems your bloodline is more suited to cultivating magic!”

"Only exceptional bloodlines grant cultivators certain special talents. Some talents are particularly outstanding, enabling them to surpass their inherent level!"

"Your spirit is such a case. A silver level spirit power is required to construct a spiritual space, yet yours underwent this qualitative transformation at the iron level."

“This is truly a great blessing!”

Zhong Yong's response confirmed the fishman youngster's conjecture.

“Just as I suspected.”

“It's like the legendary bloodline of the Flame Dragon King, granting me gold level defense at the silver level.”

“Applied to the fishman bloodline, this advantage shifts from defense to the spiritual realm.”

The fishman youngster pondered for a moment, finding Zhong Yong's assessment spot-on—this fishman bloodline offered far greater benefits in spell cultivation than in battle qi cultivation!

This only deepened the fishman youngster's curiosity about the true nature of this mysterious bloodline.

For the young commander, this question held considerable importance.

After all, the concentration of this fishman bloodline was relatively low, and he intended to increase its potency.

However, the fishman youngster found no answers in the War Merchant's database. He knew why: the bloodline's low concentration likely made its characteristics too subtle for identification.

The same reason prevented Cang Xu from assisting him.

With his newly elevated magician level, the fishman youngster resumed his spell training.

The routine remained unchanged.

First, Zhong Yong instructed him in water attribute spells. Then, in solitude, he practiced necromancy magic.

“I must hurry!”

“Before the next teleportation blood sacrifice, I must master the Undead Bloodline Detection Spell!”

As the fishman youngster pushed forward toward his goal, Cang Xu was also actively advancing his own plan.

He paid a visit to Xiao Wang Zi.