Chapter 702
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Imperial Capital Institute …
"Snow as your skin, ice as your bones, three thousand silver strands, your beauty is truly remarkable. I'm Guan Yu, it's my honor to meet Miss Mu Ningxue here," said an elegant man politely as he slowly walked up to Mu Ningxue.
Mu Ningxue walked past the man without even looking at him.
She was already tired of hearing such old-fashioned compliments, not to mention that Mu Ningxue had no interest in knowing this man called Guan Yu.
Guan Yu was quite patient and elegant. He was not bothered by Mu Ningxue's indifference. He let out a self-mocking laugh and quickly caught up with her.
"Either way, we'll be teammates that will stick together for the next year … I almost forgot to mention, I'm now an official representative of the China World College Tournament," Guan Yu said with a smile. Guan Yu continued with a smile, as if the second half of his sentence was enough to pry open the icy beauty's heart.
As he thought, Mu Ningxue slightly raised her gaze and turned around …
Guan Yu's smile widened.
Guan Yu was not the kind of person to show off. Even though it was not easy to secure a spot in the World College Tournament, flattering words were meaningless against a woman like Mu Ningxue. Strength was the most effective way to deal with her.
However, the smile on Guan Yu's face soon stiffened, as he realized that Mu Ningxue was not looking at him. She was looking at a middle-aged man who was walking toward them.
"Xiao Xue, come with daddy," said Mu Zhuoyun sternly, ignoring Guan Yu's presence.
Mu Ningxue nodded and followed Mu Zhuoyun to a classroom.
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Mu Zhuoyun purposely looked around to see if anyone was around when they arrived at the classroom. He let out a sigh, looking extremely disappointed.
"What's wrong?" asked Mu Ningxue with a confused look.
Even though her father had not been doing well for the past few years, it was rare to see him in such a bad mood. He must be in some serious trouble.
"Your uncle Mu He, that son of a bitch, joined the Black Vatican when he was young, and even became the leader of the Black Vatican. He's a disgrace to our ancestors!" Mu Zhuoyun slammed his fist on the wall. His chest heaved heavily.
Mu Ningxue fell silent.
She did not expect it to happen!
"A while ago, the Patriarchs of the Mu Clan held a meeting at the Golden Fen Building. Mu He's identity as a member of the Black Vatican has caused a great disturbance to the Mu Clan. Now, the Patriarchs and the old Patriarch are planning to kick us out of the Mu Clan. Our whole family has become the black sheep of the clan … sigh, this is too … I don't know what to do anymore …" Mu Zhuoyun was incoherent toward the end of his sentence!
It was anger, but more of it was helplessness. Mu He's identity could be said to have caused a huge loss to Mu Zhuoyun's family!
"So, what do they want me to do?" asked Mu Ningxue calmly. She was calmer than Mu Zhuoyun had expected.
"They want you to give up your spot in the World College Tournament to Mu Tingying," said Mu Zhuoyun with a sigh.
"Are they shameless already?" said Mu Ningxue coldly.
"There's nothing we can do about it. That disgraceful son of a bitch is my brother, and your uncle. The incident in Bo City has already destroyed our family, and now it has dealt us a fatal blow … we are all going to be investigated by the Enforcement Union. I'm not worried about what the renowned clans are going to do to us, but I'm worried that the Councilmen in charge of the World College Tournament will remove your name from the list of candidates because of the stain on your record. If that's the case, all our efforts over the years will be in vain," said Mu Zhuoyun.
Mu Zhuoyun had gone to every corner of his family just to secure a spot for his daughter.
No one was more familiar with Mu Ningxue's talent than Mu Zhuoyun. With enough resources, she would surely become the strongest Ice Mage in the country.
Mu Ningxue did not let him down, either. She successfully secured a spot in the World College Tournament. However, when they learned that Mu Ningxue was the Great Deacon of the Black Vatican, all their efforts over the years were in vain.
They might even lose their reputations because of it!
No one would do business with Mu Zhuoyun, and no one would do him a favor. The fact that the Great Deacon of the Black Vatican was his brother would soon spread to the people close to him!
Mu Zhuoyun had already sensed it over the past few days. The connections that he had built up so painstakingly were suddenly shunned. His business that was just about to make a comeback suffered a great loss. Mu Zhuoyun was on the verge of collapsing. Wasn't the pain and dignity he had suffered since the Calamity of Bo City enough? Why did he have to face such terrible news!?
"If that's the case, I guess there's nothing more to say," Mu Ningxue said.
"But, it took you a lot of effort to secure the spot …" Mu Zhuoyun said.
"Mu Tingying wants to replace me? Let's see if she's capable enough!"
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It was mid-autumn, and a cool breeze was blowing in the capital.
In the center of the Imperial Capital Academy, there was a majestic magic dueling arena. The entire arena was shaped like a star, with a black dome that could be opened or closed. Around it was a spacious seating area that could accommodate 50,000 people. It was grand and majestic!
The dueling ground was rarely open to the public. It was impossible to hold a duel without reaching a certain level!
The seats in the arena were empty, but there were about ten young Mages in the center of the arena. They were standing in a row, wearing elegant magic robes. When the wind blew, their capes would flutter. It could be said that they had a heroic aura!
"I'm glad to see you all standing out among so many universities. You will be representing our country's outstanding young Magicians to compete against the experts of other countries. Even though we can hold a grand ceremony to send you off during your training, I'm hoping that the ceremony will only be held after you have brought glory to our country. It will be a hundred times, or even a thousand times grander, as you are the pride of our country," Dean Song He's voice echoed in the ears of the ten Magicians.
Dean Song He was the advisor of the national team. The selection for the World College Tournament would come to an end when spring arrived. The young Magicians would be receiving training in different countries for more than a year. They would be taking part in the World College Tournament in Venice during the transition between spring and summer!
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