Chapter Ninety-Two: The Thunder Domain Token

On the vast plaza, a cascading curtain of water hung straight from the sky, reflecting a lush, verdant forest. Occasionally, one could glimpse fierce magical beasts flashing through the foliage; judging by their size and speed, not a single one among them was lower than the fourth rank.

Beneath the waterfall, clusters of students of all ages gathered in small groups, their discussions lively as they shared opinions about the results of the new students from the outer academy entering the inner academy.

“This year’s new students from the outer academy are really lucky—their supervisors are all renowned figures!”

“Not just renowned—these are the top four on the rankings: Hanrod, Chelsea, Carl, and Binro!”

“This should be their last year at Tianxuan Academy. I wonder whose students will prove the most outstanding!”

“It has to be Hanrod. He’s not only ranked first, but has been teaching this cohort since the very beginning!”

“Being powerful doesn’t mean you can teach well. Carl has the bloodline of the Fox clan from Fokas and is very intelligent. His students are bound to be exceptional!”

“Chelsea is gentle and graceful, and quite handsome—very popular among the students. I bet his protégés will be strong as well!”

“We’ll know who’s best when the competition is over…”

At the southern edge of the plaza, a tall viewing platform stood, upon which about a hundred people, men and women alike, each distinguished in their own way, were gathered. Four of them, all dressed in white, sat around a stone table, listening quietly to the chatter below.

“Binro, it seems no one’s betting on you!”

The white-robed young man to the south took a sip of tea and smiled as he addressed the man opposite him, who held an ice sword and radiated an aura of cold.

“Hmph, Carl, do you dare wager with me on whose students will be the best?”

“A bet? That’s not like you, Binro. Don’t tell me a genius has emerged from the Western Academy this year!”

Before Carl could reply, Chelsea raised an eyebrow and gave Binro a teasing glance, his eyes full of amusement.

“Chelsea, do you dare join the wager?”

“Binro, you seem quite confident this time. But you’ve never won a bet against the three of us!”

Hearing Binro’s confident words, Hanrod, who had been quietly watching the water curtain, turned and smiled, his gaze occasionally lingering on Chelsea—a reminder of how deeply he missed him. He now understood what it meant for a day apart to feel like years.

“So, do the three of you dare to bet this time?”

Ignoring their tone, Binro pressed on, using a childish goad, but still drawing the attention of everyone on the platform.

“First, tell us what’s at stake.”

Setting down his tea, Carl exchanged glances with Hanrod and Chelsea before speaking slowly, curiosity evident in his gaze toward Binro.

“The Thunder Realm Token.”

“The Thunder Realm Token?!”

At Binro’s words, the three exclaimed in unison. Nearly a hundred pairs of eyes instantly fixed on Binro, their gazes alight as if beholding an unrivaled temptation.

On the Tianxuan Continent, there was a mysterious place known as the Thunder Realm, where the world’s elemental forces gathered thickly and endless violet lightning raged. The realm took its name from these ceaseless storms.

The violet lightning within the Thunder Realm could not only temper and strengthen battle energy, making it more powerful, but also expand and consolidate a mage’s domain, refining their spiritual power in wondrous ways.

Roughly every hundred years, the Thunder Realm would open. Those holding a Thunder Realm Token would be drawn inside; if anyone tried to force their way in, no matter how powerful, the result would be utter annihilation.

No one knew when or where a Thunder Realm Token would appear, or how many existed in total, but each emergence triggered a bloody frenzy as countless people fought for it.

“You have a Thunder Realm Token?”

Taking a deep breath, the three exchanged glances before Hanrod spoke. Around them, nearly a hundred people listened intently, afraid to miss a single word.

“I don’t have the token, but one of this year’s new inner academy students does, and it has already recognized its master. As you all know, once the token’s master reaches the seventh rank, they can fully control it and merge with it; it can never be claimed by another.”

“How do you know a new student owns the Thunder Realm Token? It takes at least sixth-rank strength for the token to recognize a master. Could there really be a sixth-rank among the new students?”

After a moment’s thought, Carl voiced the doubt on everyone’s minds. All eyes turned again to Binro, awaiting his response.

Upon hearing Carl’s question, Hanrod and Chelsea exchanged a glance; a certain figure, who seemed to possess a magical allure and haunted their thoughts, flashed across both their minds.

“One year ago, a sanctuary-level expert appeared in Nicholas City of the Welsh Empire—rumor says it was over a young boy. At the Blood Soulwood auction, this expert reappeared, seized the Blood Soulwood, then fought the Thunder Dragon Knights of the Welsh Empire, perished in a self-detonation, and later appeared again in Geneva. Even injured, he escaped the combined forces of a holy mage and the three great Dragon Knights before vanishing. Carl, I believe you know these events better than I do?”

Having finished, Binro looked at Carl. Though such matters were unknown to most, few on this platform could be called ordinary; to them, these were hardly secrets.

“That’s right, it happened just as you said. I was present at the Blood Soulwood auction. The person that sanctuary-level expert was protecting seemed very young, though cloaked entirely in black, so we couldn’t see his face. How could you possibly identify him—unless Blackru…”

Carl trailed off, his gaze questioning as he looked at Binro.

“Yes, Blackru was indeed in my Ice and Snow Empire, trapped by my grandfather, who learned the whereabouts of the Thunder Realm Token from him.”

“Oh? The Thunder Realm Token is only useful to those below sanctuary level. Blackru had no reason to die for it, and you didn’t keep the token for yourself, but revealed its location. It seems your goal is more than just the token, isn’t it?”

Hanrod tapped his fingers lightly on the table as he spoke, his eyes sharp as he fixed his gaze on Binro, though a faint smile still lingered on his lips.

“Binro, your real target is the new student who owns the Thunder Realm Token, isn’t it? I wonder which academy he’s from. A sixth-rank student so young, with a sanctuary-level expert appearing for him—this person’s background must be extraordinary!”

Carl continued, his eyes also on Binro, but Binro’s expression remained as cold as ever, betraying nothing.

“Binro, if the new student you speak of is the same person I suspect, then my Shui Ge family will absolutely not stand aside in this matter!”

After a moment’s deliberation, Chelsea spoke, shooting a glance at Hanrod before looking at Binro with an intense, challenging glare.

End of Chapter 92, Azure Dragon of Another World: The Thunder Realm Token.