While the High Tier Wizards were deliberating in the secret chamber, the Teleportation Plaza also began to operate.

The glow of teleportation kept lighting up on the enormous Teleportation Plaza of Nolun Academy.

The tide of Wizard Apprentices awoke from what seemed like a nightmare, with a sense of post-disaster survival and exhaustion, tossed back onto the familiar and safe ground.

The air was devoid of the burning and bloody smell of the Gray Rock Realm, replaced by the academy’s unique, faintly magical cold scent.

Above the plaza, a massive light screen unfolded slowly, shimmering magnificently, displaying the final evaluation results of this trial — the Points Leaderboard.

All the apprentices’ eyes, regardless of the number of scars on their bodies or their diminished spirits, were firmly attracted to that light screen at this moment.

This was the ultimate manifestation of the glory and benefits they had risked their lives to fight for with all their might.

The ranking on the light screen refreshed quickly, and the names at the top surprised many.

First place: Bert Villa Augusta — Points: 23,541

Seeing this name, many were not surprised.

The powerful Miss Augusta, like a Thunder God, indeed unleashed havoc in the Gray Rock Realm, repeatedly breaking through the Indigenous People’s encirclements and crushing strong enemies.

She possessed an aggressive and destructive desire that was entirely inconsistent with her graceful appearance, having stepped over the most traps, slain the most Magical Beasts, and unquestionably collected the most Points Cards.

However, when seeing the second place, many apprentices whispered in confusion.

Second place: Bill Ling Blake — Points: 21,965

This name was very unfamiliar to most people, neither someone from a prominent family nor a dazzling genius in the academy.

Jeming looked at that name, furrowed his brow slightly, and after a moment of careful recollection, remembered who it was—to think it’s that frail-looking guy who vanished into the crowd after the Talent Appraisal Ceremony.

Many struggled to recall, and then remembered that during the entrance test, there seemed to be an apprentice who showed a Ninth Level Soul Purity Talent during the Talent Appraisal Ceremony.

But after detecting the Ninth Level Soul Purity Talent, the person was immediately taken as a disciple by a Wizard and disappeared from the apprentices’ view. Over the years, many even somewhat forgot this person’s existence.

But the issue is, for such a genius, even if they hardly showed up, they shouldn’t have faded from people’s sight so quickly.

It wasn’t until today that these Wizards suddenly realized that unknowingly, they had overlooked the existence of such a genius.

Ninth Level Soul Purity… a glimmer of understanding flashed in Jeming’s eyes.

If one possesses such a talent, supplemented with appropriate Witchcraft, it’s indeed possible to reach unimaginable levels in detection, concealment, and mind control.

The fact that the person disappeared from everyone’s impression itself represented achievements in Soul Science.

He vaguely guessed the way this person achieved second place—not by participating in those bloody battles, but by avoiding detection with their own talent and cleverly infiltrating the core area of the Native Alliance Army.

Then, at the last moment, they swept away the Points Cards collected in the Indigenous warehouse from the “deceased” apprentices.

This was a completely different approach from Augusta’s head-on collision style.

“If confronted on the battlefield, that would certainly be a troublesome opponent…”

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The secret chamber deep within Nolun Academy.

Oswaldo, the High Level Wizard who played the role of “Priest Oswaldo” in the Gray Rock Realm, was lounging lazily on a comfortable sofa.

Bored by the discussions of other Wizards about the academy’s future policies, his attention shifted elsewhere—a light screen displaying the leaderboard in real time was also in front of him.

When he saw the name “Bill Ling Blake” jump to second place, a smug smile immediately appeared on Oswaldo’s face.

“See that? That’s my student!” he couldn’t help boasting to the other High Level Wizards in the chamber, “I told you, the potential of the Soul Element talent is the highest! Silent for a long time, but when it awakens, it’s a thunderclap!”

The other High Level Wizards merely glanced at him without speaking.

They were long accustomed to Oswaldo’s personality, and besides, although the process involved some opportunism, achieving this level with a Soul Talent was indeed praiseworthy.

They were more concerned with other aspects of the data, such as the average survival rate of Wizard Apprentices in this trial and the weaknesses exposed, etc.

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On the Teleportation Plaza.

The leaderboard continued to scroll, with no surprises in the subsequent results.

Most of the apprentices who survived in the valley managed to earn some points through final pursuits and battlefield cleanup, but their rankings could no longer compare to those at the top.

Jeming’s name appeared in thirty-sixth place.

To him, this ranking was considered normal.

He did not deliberately collect Points Cards, focusing instead on gathering materials and “clearing” obstacles encountered along the way.

Ranking in the thirties was more than enough—after all, being within the top 10% offered the chance to participate in the academy’s comprehensive tests held by Nolun Workshop in the future.

What surprised him a little was that Amy and Victor’s results were also good, with Amy ranking thirty-fifth and Victor ranking forty-eighth, both within the top five hundred, and Amy’s score slightly higher than his own.

Jeming understood.

The two of them were among the few apprentices who did not participate in that ultimate “Indigenous War.”

Neither was influenced by the Indigenous People’s feigned weakness, and they used their abilities to avoid the war.

Taking advantage of the skirmish, they relied on their keen sense of smell and relatively safe strategies to search out many Points Cards and some valuable resources left behind.

Jeming walked toward Amy, who was standing not far away.

“Congratulations, Amy,” he began to congratulate her.

“Jeming!” Amy, seeing him, wore a happy smile, “Thanks, and congratulations to you too; your ranking is also high! Thirty-sixth!”

“But still a bit lower than yours.” Jeming responded calmly.

Footsteps approached from the side, and Victor quietly came over as well.

Victor stood beside Amy, glanced at Jeming, and his eyes flickered.

Seeing both of their gazes on him, Victor paused and then donned a seemingly sincere smile: “Congratulations, both of you.”

Jeming and Amy exchanged a glance and then laughed.

Given Victor’s character, he seldom voluntarily extends goodwill to others.

This trial’s harshness, and the results achieved by Jeming and Amy, evidently made him reassess the two fellow apprentices in front of him.

Seeing his slight raised brow, it appeared the trial also made him acknowledge their strength and view them as having potential for investment.

However, Jeming and Amy had no major dislike for Victor’s character; since it did not impair their interests, they accepted Victor’s congratulations.

“Thank you.”

“And congratulations to you too, Victor.”

As the three exchanged congratulations, or perhaps probed each other, they suddenly felt a strange change in the surrounding atmosphere.

All three keenly raised their heads to find that the entire plaza, with almost all the returning apprentices, had their eyes turned towards them.

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