The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

An Su defeated three Fourth Order saints in a row, and his fame soared for a moment.

The flustered An Su hurriedly left the Magic Association, but as soon as he stepped out the door, he saw the entrance crowded with long guns and short cannons, journalists with notebooks and pencils, carrying briefcases, dressed in the colorful clothes of their respective news organizations, all with excited expressions on their faces.

The journalists were originally here to interview Her Highness the Princess, but according to information from inside the association, they found an unexpected scoop.

In these times, journalism students sought hot topics, and conflicts and contradictions were the best creators of such hotspots.

Handsome men and beautiful women, differences in status, and the disputes between the imperial capital and the frontier made for explosive headlines!

#Duel between the Frontier Youth and the Imperial Capital's Holy Maiden#, the journalists had even thought of the headline for their next issue.

An Su's headache worsened when he saw the journalists; he wanted to keep a low profile, but his unique appearance with grey hair and blue eyes, and his streak as the #most popular male saint on the rankings#, were too distinctive.

The journalists were all too familiar with his face.

"Mr. An Su Moningsta, is it true that you defeated three Fourth Order saints in one breath?"

"Is your action a challenge to the Holy Maiden Sect of the imperial capital?"

"Are you standing up for Holy Maiden Luojia?"

When reporters from the Capital Morning Paper saw An Su come out, they quickly crowded around to ask questions,

"What is your relationship with Princess Cersei? Just as the rumors say, will you be vying for first place with Her Highness the Princess in the promotion exam ten days from now, in order to compete for the position of the Archmage's successor?"

An Su found these journalists a pain in the head and brushed them off casually, "None of that is true, don't fabricate facts. I have no such ambitions, and I hold Her Highness the Princess in high regard."

The journalists quickly jotted down in their notebook, "These are the facts, An Su does not hold Her Highness the Princess in high regard."

An Su pushed past these journalism students and went straight back to the Chaotic Frontier, avoiding eye contact with passersby along the way to avoid encountering undercover agents from the Esoteric Sects.

In the past ten or so days of construction, the Chaotic Frontier had begun to flourish, especially in the municipal area.

The azure sky was clear and transparent, and the refreshing breeze flowed through the clean streets.

Magicians from the Druid Sect had planted a row of pine and cypress magic plants at the entrance of the municipal building, which were now lush and formed a small forest, with leaves gently brushing against each other, casting golden flickers of light through the gaps in the canopy.

It was a good thing Miss Yangzi didn't hand over her socks. Following the Druids' suggestion, they wanted to cultivate magic plants from the microbes on Miss Yangzi's socks and plant them around the city hall to create a small forest imbued with the scent of the sun, calling it 'Forest of the Sun.'

An Su sternly rejected this proposal.

The Painful Esoteric Sect should hire these biology students as believers.

To win the favor of a beauty, these imperial capital geniuses were fully committed to the construction of the Chaotic Frontier, so much so that they almost forgot about the upcoming deacon promotion exam in ten days.

This was a good thing for An Su as it reduced his competition.
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Now all he needed to do was find a way to lead the Cultists and assassinate the examinees from outside the imperial capital.

Thanks to the hard work of these imperial capital geniuses, in just over ten days, An Su had accumulated a sizable amount of pain points, ten times more efficient than at the Eden Town Painful Reform School. It seemed necessary to continue developing the fandom.

With such an amount of magic power, An Su could continue to level up his technician skills.

This time, when he summoned Bone, An Su had two objectives.

One of them was the Transformation Spell.

By now, he had acquired two sets of Transformation Spells, one was the Sanctuary of Chaos version, and the other was the one Merlin claimed he had absolutely not copied. After coming out of the Magic Guild and returning to the Chaotic Frontier, he began to mull over and conceptualize his own version of a Transformation Spell.

He just needed to copy it.

But An Su's current realm of strength was not sufficient, and that stingy Merlin wouldn't help him copy it.

It was time to call in outside help.

Before her death, Bone had been a Demigod, and she was once the Holy Maiden of the Life Ecclesia, her understanding of Esoteric magic surpassing even Merlin's.

He laid out the Alchemic Magic Circle with mercury and blood and began chanting the prayer, "O Azure Sorceress, who overturns life, ancient and dark Priest, I call upon your name, that you might awaken from your deep slumber...."

That indescribable entity traveled from the long river of time, and the atmosphere around instantly became oppressive and silent. The pale blue sky gradually turned dusky.

Above the void, azure pupils slowly emerged, full of emptiness and indifference. Miss Bones stood barefoot on the blood-soaked altar, her long black robe trailing on the ground. "Who calls upon my name?"

"Hmm, it's you again, An Su Moningsta, daring to disturb my long rest."

The Azure Witch snorted coldly, her gaze exuding dignity, the air of a Demigod.

An Su cast an Illumination Spell above Miss Bones's head, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Who taught you to speak like that?" An Su asked.

"I... I just remembered it suddenly." Despite having her skull hit by the Holy Light's chastisement, Miss Bones still maintained the dignity of the Life Holy Maiden, "I used to speak like this in life because it gives a sense of grandeur."

It seems that summoning the undead more frequently, they gradually remembered habits from their life.

"Take a look at these two Transformation Spells for me." An Su, foregoing pleasantries, sent the spell diagrams to Bone via their friendly communication link, "One is from the Radiant Bishop, and the other is from the Sanctuary of Chaos."