The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

Chapter 26, Teacher

In the renewed breeze of the world, Professor Plang’s aged gaze suddenly turned incredibly cold, as if a terrifying aura not befitting an old man rose from his frail body.

Above his head, an ancient crown began to coalesce from the faint light, rising swiftly like the pure essence at the dawn of creation.

Then, at the center of the semi-circular barrier, it seemed an illusory throne had already been forged; at the moment the crown merged with the throne, a phantom figure quietly sat upon it, casting a cold, indifferent gaze upon all things in the world.

In an instant, the world in Professor Plang’s eyes transformed.

In the fully unlocked state of the grand mechanism of the second layer, everything within the scope of St. Maria Academy became crystal clear to him—trees, weeds, fish and insects, the silent teaching buildings in the shadows; every subtle change in every entity did not escape his sight, everything unfolded in his mind, and at this moment, it seemed all was grasped in his palm, ready to be controlled at will.

“Ha…”

This marvelous sensation of seemingly being able to control everything made Professor Plang, whose body had long begun to decay, once again feel a surge of vitality.

It was as if he had returned to his younger self.

Unfortunately, the girl he had met in his youth… was no longer there!

Professor Plang raised his hand, and the twelve black towers roared to life, boundless magical energy surged through the grand mechanism, infusing into his briefly revitalized body.

In his aged eyes, a faint light seemed to flicker.

Thus, the perfectly segmented hexagonal structure fell from the sky and emerged from the ground, layer upon layer, as if it were a gigantic millstone capable of crushing all tangible things, pressing down towards the holy maiden with her pure white wings turned away.

“Wuu—”

Amid the sorrowful wails of the Holy Maiden of Purity, a sharp roar suddenly intermingled, as if some presence, through her body, was displaying its anger and madness towards the despicable vermin before her.

The Holy Maiden of Purity raised her hand, clenched her fist, and then struck down!

There was no form, no technique; even for a holy maiden, this action seemed overly crude, more akin to a brawl in the streets.

Yet when that petite fist came crashing down, the stacked structure shook violently.

Those perfectly interlocking hexagons bent under the indescribable terror of immense power, causing the entire space to begin to tremble and distort, emitting a sound like metal being torn apart.

“Though you’ve become a revered holy maiden, your way of fighting is still so simple and brutal.”

Professor Plang let out a bitter laugh.

It was just like back then when he had to deal with the mess of her fighting incidents out of necessity.

“Since that’s the case…”

Professor Plang spread his arms wide.

Behind him, golden lines extended and intertwined, forming an intricate and profound pattern.

A momentary magic array…

What should have been a momentary magic array inscribed with mercury and beast blood upon gold and gems was constructed by Professor Plang with unimaginable magical prowess in the void, where immense magical power gathered, gradually brewing into a storm and sea of fire representing destruction!

Professor Plang’s expression was cold as he issued the order of absolution.

“Go.”

Thus, countless enormous and terrifying spells, supported by infinite magical power, continuously erupted, forming a saturated magical assault that illuminated the entire night sky.

The magical attacks launched by the hundreds of students earlier were like a light drizzle compared to the magic array that Professor Plang was now constructing alone, a stark contrast to the storm that would raise a tsunami!

This was the terror of a grand sorcerer at the pinnacle of truth; with sufficient magical power, one person could rival an entire magical legion!

Naturally, the Holy Maiden of Purity dared not withstand this with her hands again; consuming such a candy would surely lead to a gut-wrenching end.

Her wings spread behind her and then folded, perfectly sheltering her figure within, as pure white light expanded, like a holy domain, rejecting the entry of any impure entities.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

It was as if ten suns had risen together, their bright light rendering the night sky as bright as day.

Even though it was a holy domain constructed by divine authority, gods could not truly descend; the holy domain struggled to maintain itself against this pure, immense force, gradually developing clear cracks, and then… was completely pierced through!

Endless heat and light poured into the holy domain, rushing towards the frail figure sheltered by the pure white wings, as if wanting to utterly burn her to ashes.

Professor Plang raised his hand to hold down his hat, preventing it from being blown away by the scorching airwaves and fierce winds.

He squinted his eyes, carefully gazing at the scene obscured by the intense light and the spatial distortions caused by the violent explosions.

—

The attack just now could be said to have exhausted all his lifelong learning, directly consuming nearly thirty percent of the magical energy extracted from the ley lines by the academy. Not to mention a mere Crowned One; even the undead guardian of the graveyard from the church would have turned to ash if struck head-on by this attack.

Yet for some reason, the unease in Professor Plang’s heart showed no signs of fading.

In fact, it only grew stronger.

As if something even more terrifying was about to happen.

At his level, every omen has its origin, so he dared not relax.

The magical array behind him lit up once more, ready for a second strike at any moment.

Suddenly, his vision blurred for a moment.

Professor Plang’s heart tightened.

The magical array was prepared to fire… but he suddenly froze.

It was as if the thought of activating the array had been wiped from his mind.

In that brief moment of mental stagnation, the space before Professor Plang was suddenly torn apart.

The Holy Maiden of Purity stepped out from within the rift.

It was evident that the previous strike had not left her unscathed; her pure white wings were shattered, leaving only a pitiful half that trembled weakly. Her hands were charred, her once fair skin marred, and her perfect, delicate face was now marred with cracks resembling shattered porcelain.

Yet when she appeared, the entire world dimmed.

Even the bright light from the explosions seemed trivial in comparison.

For in her hand, she seemed to hold the most resplendent light in the world.

It was a sword.

A sword that bore no exquisite engravings, no dazzling gem adornments, looking exceedingly ordinary, like a half-finished blade.

But when that sword appeared, nothing in heaven and earth was more conspicuous than it.

“Holy crap, the Holy Sword?” a bear from the academy’s underground exclaimed.

But no one heard, nor did anyone care.

For at the focal point of many gazes, the Holy Maiden of Purity raised the sword in her hand and thrust it toward Professor Plang’s heart.

In that moment, it felt as if everyone’s breath had come to a standstill.

Endless hexagonal structures layered upon one another unfolded instantly before Professor Plang, intending to push back the Holy Maiden.

Yet before the radiance of the Holy Sword, everything was utterly purified; the layers of structures manipulated by the Great Instrument had no effect whatsoever, dissolving back into pure magical energy.

“Pff.”

The sound of flesh being torn echoed, blood splattering everywhere.

Professor Plang, in a daze, lowered his head to look at his chest.

The Holy Sword had pierced into his body, an infinite light surged in, bringing a burning sensation like fire.

He coughed up blood, light seemingly emanating from his mouth and nose.

—

He should have died.

Even with the protection of the Great Secret Art, being pierced at the vital point by the Holy Sword, he was supposed to die.

But he did not die, because the Holy Sword pierced… his right chest.

He looked up in shock.

The hollow left eye of the Holy Maiden seemed to regain a hint of vitality.

Thus, amidst the still howling cries like a chilling wind, a sorrowful whisper mixed in.

“Teacher.”