The young wizards by the Crescent Lake, limited by realm and experience, could not see much.

Most people just felt that Zheng Qing was very powerful, able to directly defeat a registered wizard across realms—despite using a lot of talismans on the magic stage—but it’s undeniable that he had entered the First University less than two years ago—especially since Tushan Chujiu was not an ordinary registered wizard but an aristocratic disciple with ancient magic inheritance and innate bloodline abilities.

The elder wizards from Centimeter Mountain, immersed in magic for many years, with rich hunting and life experiences, looked down from above, saw even more from this battle on the magic stage.

Not having undergone a magic ritual to become a registered wizard, yet being able to easily comprehend and use interdisciplinary fusion magic, is such an astonishing talent, that it’s not an exaggeration to describe him with the word ’genius’.

Moreover, his physical body is also exceptionally strong, able to approach a fox race wizard in a highly vigilant state with extreme speed, enduring violent spells but without any external injuries.

And there is that considerable wealth.

As well as having already received the Merlin Gold Medal and a formal teaching position at the First University at such a young age—even if it’s just the lowest position of a teaching assistant, but which professor didn’t start as a teaching assistant?

The elders on Centimeter Mountain saw these four conditions very clearly.

A wizard possessing just one of these conditions would be the cream of the crop in Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt, worthy of each family’s favor. And that young man possesses them all, which isn’t merely exceptional enough to be described as a ’rough jade’.

For a moment, even the most picky elders all had feelings of delight in hunting and their hearts were moved.

An elder of the O’Brien family glanced at the position of the Qingqiu Su family, with a subtle expression, contemplating which suitable young witch in the family could at least somewhat contest Su Shijun in appearance.

The elder of the Black family squinted toward where the Zhongshan Jiang Family was located, muttering in his heart about such an outstanding young person, if the Jiang family can recruit, why can’t we?

Meanwhile, an elder from the Tu Shan Clan, who had just comforted Tushan Chujiu, sipped tea and pondered how to say, ’if you touched my family’s child’s tail, you need to take responsibility’ in a justified and legitimate manner.

Gazes carry weight.

The elders of the Jiang Family and Su Family immediately felt a mysterious pressure, subconsciously glancing at each other’s location.

It’s different from on the mountain.

The young wizards by Crescent Lake did not remain quiet for long.

As time passed, they were like a group of little chicks that had been startled, going from silent to whispering, then to clamorous in no time, making the adjacent emerald lake water seem even more tranquil.

Zheng Qing, standing on the magic stage, looked surprised.

He was not astonished by the noisy sounds by the lake, nor was he amazed by the reactions of the younger generation. To be precise, he didn’t even notice the hustle and bustle by the lake, because his ears were being ’filled’ with more sounds ahead of time.

"...become a creative consultant for the Nott family, you don’t have to worry about affecting your teaching position at the First University, you won’t even need to visit the family once a year... we will offer very relaxed working conditions... as well as generous compensation..."

"...Zheng Qing, would you be willing to marry into the O’Brien family? Don’t worry about the reaction from Qingqiu, all consequences will be borne by our family... If necessary, we will also vie for custody of any children."

"...I heard you have a good relationship with Season Letter? That’s good, classmates should interact more, my Tianmen Zhang has several lovely witches who like young men with strong physiques like you, you could exchange martial techniques more often when there’s time..."

"...Zheng Qing, the Black family upholds the ancient wizard customs, where each Big Wizard can have four wives, and in "The Code" their statuses are equally equal and are recognized and protected by the Alliance..."

"...The Jiang Family has young phoenixes, my Zhou Family of Shaoxing also has qingluan. What the Jiang Family has, I too have, and what the Jiang Family doesn’t have, I also have. Generations of Big Wizards, profound family learning, that’s my Zhou Family... Whatever you want, just say a word..."

"...Qingqiu’s fox spirit excels at captivating, not benefiting your future. You are a true wizard, not on the same road with those Moonlight Wizards, my Hongnong Yang family can formally promise..."

Accompanied by voices that were either old, bright, or resonant, Zheng Qing only felt dizzy, and suddenly his sleeves also became heavy.

He withdrew his hands into his sleeves and touched them, finding they were a stack of solid letters and invitations that appeared out of thin air, judging from the complicated and gentle magical fluctuations on the hard paper, he could guess how ornate they looked outside.

He looked in amazement towards Centimeter Mountain.

Only then did he know that performing well at the Spring Hunting would yield such rewards.

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"Elder, after all, he is just a student who hasn’t graduated, nor passed the registered wizard examination, is it worth us paying such a high price?"

On Centimeter Mountain, at the O’Brien family location, a young family member listened to the elders’ discussion, finally couldn’t help but ask softly: "I remember "Magical History" mentioned many cases of excellent performance in school, but turned out to be ordinary after leaving school..."

The elder wizard sitting in the center looked at the young family member, tugged at the white beard under his chin.

"On the way to Shanglin Garden, I passed by Sicily Island."

He didn’t directly answer whether it was ’worth it or not’, instead he told a story to the young one first: "...In the ancient Greek temple in Syracuse, I saw a very interesting statue of a God. Its appearance was ugly, intimidating at a glance. Bent forward running, with a sneaky yet hurried manner. It had wings on its back and ankles, holding a scale in hand. Of course, the most interesting is its hair. The front half of its head had long hair that swayed forward, while the back was bald. It is the God of Opportunity.

I looked for a long time to understand this statue.

Its long hair in front was so when it passed someone, they could easily grab it; the bald backside signified that everything past could not be grasped. The wings on its back and feet were for it to disappear as quickly as possible. The scale in its hand told everyone that when it passed by, it was absolutely fair.

Opportunity is like this.

Most times, when it comes face to face, it seems inconspicuous, even with that tuft of hair styled so awkwardly on its forehead; then it brushes by us hurriedly disappearing; when making up our minds to grab it, its slick back of the head is impossible to catch.

To tell this story is to let you know whether something is worth it or not, it’s not seen but caught. If you can’t even catch it, how do you know if it’s the real opportunity?"