This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"Points, points..."

Many Wizard Apprentices, upon seeing the long list of exchange items that Lucien had presented, couldn’t help but have reddish eyes, yearning to acquire points.

However, some who either disdained or internally resisted Lucien’s new teaching methods soon found, somewhat helplessly, that the quickest way to earn these so-called points was to actively join and promote the implementation of the new teaching system.

For instance, taking charge of a new blood class, as long as the class performed excellently, one could earn at least a thousand or two thousand points in a year’s time. If a scholarship wiz emerged from the class, then the teacher responsible for instruction or management could also be over the moon with delight!

But the problem was, they had previously resisted Lucien’s new teaching methods, naturally avoiding taking responsibility for teaching lower-year classes. And now, they could only clutch their now green-with-envy guts as they watched those Wizard Apprentices who had previously accepted academy tasks gleefully calculate the points they could reap.

Of course, there were also some Wizard Apprentices who thought of another cheaper way to exchange for points—trading knowledge or rare items with Lucien!

Under the allure of absolute secrecy and the improved version of the Meditation Method, within just three short days, Lucien’s Meditation Method was exchanged for five times!

And Lucien was pleased to see this happen.

After all, these trading Wizard Apprentices had dug deep and presented quite a few treasures, among which some collected knowledge was even coveted by Formal Wizards.

In usual times, these Wizard Apprentices treated their valuables as their most precious fortunes, keeping them tightly guarded.

Not to mention taking them out, they would even resort to silencing anyone who knew they possessed such treasures, for fear that once others knew what they held in their hands, it would be "borrowed" by a mentor or another Formal Wizard.

But now, when the first daring soul exchanged for the coveted Meditation Method, these Wizard Apprentices could no longer sit still. They began to bring out items they had collected but didn’t need, like tycoons waving their money, starting the "buy, buy, buy" frenzy.

What Lucien gave in return was just a bit of knowledge, which for him was basically getting something for nothing.

As for some Wizard Apprentices who didn’t have much saved up, they started to look for opportunities to earn points, even paying a certain amount of Magic Stones to buy the rights to be tutors or course teachers from some Second-level Wizard Apprentices or Third-level Wizard Apprentices.

Inside Greybone Academy, a craze for points swept through.

Within a few short weeks, several apprentices found that their class tutor or the teacher of a certain course had suddenly changed, and those teachers who didn’t change had significantly improved their teaching attitudes and enthusiasm.

Helpless, for these newly responsible teaching mentors, every student below them was a potential seedling for points, whose academic results were tied to their points earnings at the end of their courses, forcing them to protect them as carefully as their experiments.

However, what made some students grumble was that, following the surge of "points fever," what emerged next was a wave of "homework fever."

These teachers, inexperienced with serious instruction, almost unanimously gravitated towards Carly’s teaching methods, and their first step in learning was... assigning homework!

Even Carly herself hadn’t expected that what she started merely as a "sharing" attempt would be embraced and enhanced by other teaching mentors. However, once the first mentor tentatively assigned homework to students, many others discovered the excellent benefits of assigning homework:

Homework ensured their students continued to study or review the taught material outside of class time, thereby improving their teaching effectiveness.

And improving teaching effectiveness meant more, much more points... And when a teacher caught a student working on basic potions homework in a course taught by this teacher, the process started to get somewhat out of control.

"Theft, this is the most shameful theft!" — A lecturer from Greybone Academy.

...

To the north of Greybone Academy lies the Kingdom of Kovari. Further north, beyond the borders of Kovari and the Grand Duchy of Costa, within the region perpetually enveloped by snow and ice, lies a massive fortress of castles as if carved from blocks of ice crystals.

This is the location of the Wizard organization, Winter Fort.

As a Wizard organization that mainly follows the path of Physical Refining Wizards, Winter Fort’s Wizards believe the natural harshness and cold of the environment suits them to temper their physical bodies, thereby advancing them further on the path of Physical Refining Wizards.

Even many Physical Refining Wizards from Winter Fort would venture to the northernmost Blavik Wasteland during the harshest part of winter for a "pilgrimage of hardship," using the extreme conditions of their environment to deeply stimulate their physical potential and find that elusive opportunity for a breakthrough amidst life and death.

Ka-ka-ka...

On the vast expanse of white snow, an ice sculpture trembled slightly, and several fine cracks appeared on the surface of the ice. As the sculpture continued to quiver, the cracks began to spread, eventually reaching the entire body of the sculpture.

Whoosh—

In the next moment, the ice sculpture shattered completely, revealing a somewhat unkempt male face, with a slightly shaggy beard but eyes that were extraordinarily bright.

"I did it!" The Iceberg, or rather Woolf, paid no mind to the shards of ice on his body, but instead gazed at his arm with a fascinated look, as if he were looking at his most beloved lover.

The chill wind hissed, and in an environment that could freeze the blood of humans or ordinary animals solid, Iceberg, bare-chested and half-naked, felt no cold at all. Instead, his heart was somewhat fiery with excitement.

"Is this the power of a First-level Wizard?" Woolf swung his arm, not using any witchcraft, but even this slight movement cut through the air in front of him at an incredibly fast speed.

Pop—

After the swing, a burst of sound echoed through the air.

Woolf raised his hand gently, using it as a blade, and swept it lightly across the ice plain, familiarizing himself with his body that had suddenly become much stronger.

"Hahaha..." A hearty laugh echoed across the silent and open ice plain.

...

"Woolf, congratulations, haha, you are indeed a fine son of the Cook Family!"

At the entrance of Winter Fort, a rugged man with ice-blue stubble noticed Woolf returning alone from deep within the ice plain. He laughed heartily and clapped Woolf on the shoulder hard, causing a thumping sound.

Unlike the new student recruitment system of Greybone Academy, Winter Fort is essentially a Wizard organization formed in cooperation among several major Wizard families. After a long time of intermarrying, the interests of these families have become deeply intertwined. There might still be some internal disputes within these families, but the atmosphere within Winter Fort is more united compared to other Wizard organizations.

Of course, this unity only applied to the members within the major families, and to the budding Wizards in the areas they ruled, Winter Fort’s conservatism seemed a bit unfriendly.

But none of that affected Woolf, who was born into one of the five core families of Winter Fort. After his promotion to Formal Wizard, with his youth and the status of a Formal Wizard, his position within the family soared. Perhaps in a few decades, he would become the helmsman of the Cook Family.

"Uncle Anglu, it’s just good luck," Woolf said with a smile, but he quickly noticed that the atmosphere within Winter Fort seemed to have changed. He turned to his uncle and quietly asked about the reason for these shifts happening inside Winter Fort.

"The Fort Master has returned, and now he’s rallying inside the Academy. Perhaps we will be subjugating a few small Wizard organizations soon..." Anglu explained briefly.

Woolf was slightly startled. The Wizard organizations Anglu had just mentioned were all small, and even their highest echelons only had the strength of a First-level Wizard. Normally, the master of Winter Fort wouldn’t bother with these weak Wizard forces; Woolf wondered why he decided to subjugate them now.

"Right, besides that, there was also something interesting a few days ago." Without delving too much into the subjugation of Wizard organizations with Woolf, Anglu quickly changed the subject.

After all, for someone like Woolf, a newly-promoted Formal Wizard, the most important thing was to stabilize his power as soon as possible. The Cook Family wouldn’t consider sending him to fight with other Formal Wizards at this time.

"Greybone Academy has sent envoys, saying they want to engage in ’academic exchange’ with us. Heh heh heh, this is quite a rare event. I remember these prissy Elemental Wizards have always looked down on us Physical Refining Wizards..." Anglu said, not noticing the slight change in Woolf’s expression.

Greybone Academy?

Woolf couldn’t help but think of the few friends he had made in the Blood Duel Mystic Realm. If it hadn’t been for the great gains he had made there, he might not have been able to advance to Formal Wizard so quickly.

"Uncle Anglu, may I go and have a look?" Woolf, with a serious expression, turned to Anglu, who was still discussing the "academic exchange" with a tone half teasing, half serious. He made his request earnestly.