Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

"Why should I believe you?" the member of the Sea Race said harshly.

"That's not important. What's important is that I can repair this Spirit Lake Transmission Array. I possess spatial expertise. From my perspective, your methods of using this teleportation are truly too crude.

If judged more harshly, it's simply worthless."

Ivan remained calm and unapologetically critiqued.

The gaze of that Sea Race member grew colder. In an instant, the atmosphere in the narrow world within the lake became extremely tense, until someone rashly barged into the middle.

"------"

The newcomer was Beale.

He didn't appear as confused as he looked. The moment he appeared, he noticed something was off about the mood, and promptly made his stance clear, without hesitation, opposing Templer and glaring at him.

"You've been to Fishman Square. If you can accurately teleport there without relying on a Token, then I will choose to believe you once."

The Sea Race member ignored Beale's actions, staring coldly at Ivan as he spoke.

"It's a trivial matter," Ivan said with a calm smile.

"I'll wait for you in the square."

"As will I, Beale."

The Sea Race member used a Token to leave, and Beale hurriedly followed, fearing others might mistake him for being on Templer's side.

Seeing this, Ivan calmly began to explore the surroundings.

He naturally had his own confidence; as the founder of long-distance teleportation arrays, the teleportation array he laid out once covered a distance longer than the entire Song Praise Plane.

From difficult to easy, naturally it wouldn't be as time-consuming and effortless.

Additionally, he had delved into the teleportation power of the Spirit Lake Plane when he was just an Arcane Wizard, back when he went underground to find a new place to dwell.

In the yet undetermined 'Vermilion Bird Valley', he used the Sacrificial Heart to control a pseudo-lord level 'Boiling Spring Turtle'.

The hot spring on the back of that Boiling Spring Turtle was related to this. He originally intended to develop a teleportation array using it, but his spatial expertise was lacking at that time.

It's different now, his spatial expertise has improved manifold, and his understanding of 'Boiling Spring Teleportation' has become exceptionally profound.

"This is a stroke of luck; now the layout for interdimensional teleportation has become clear,"

Ivan gently manipulated the spatial network and felt the abundant and active space nearby. He immediately affirmed that the opposite side was connecting to a plane far larger than the Song Praise Plane, very likely the Elf Plane.

If this is true, then it indeed serves multiple purposes.

About ten minutes later, his figure arrived at the White Jade Square.

"You...you...you got here without a Token, Templer brother—cease your smugness. With the Tide King here, no matter how capable you are, you can't cause any upheaval."

This scene shocked Beale into speaking incoherently, and he stared at him with extreme caution, ready to strike at any moment.

"Stand down!"

"You cease—oh, oh!"

Upon hearing these words, Beale was about to shout in anger, but only realized afterward that it was the Ancient Sea King speaking, and he corrected himself hastily.

"Tide King, Debra."

The Ancient Sea King rubbed his face, revealing another exquisite appearance. Her figure also transformed, revealing her origin as a member of the mermaid race, a genuine mermaid, with eyes as azure as gemstones, reflecting the sea's color.

"Black Flame King, Ivan."

Ivan had seen many beautiful women and wasn't moved in the slightest.

On the other hand, the golden pig Beale, who retreated to the side, snuck several glances at Debra in just a few seconds, living up to his notorious reputation as a debauchee.

"Boom."

The next second, Beale was swept away, gently passing through the plaza's protective shield, falling into the deep ocean, swallowing several mouthfuls of water.

Debra cursed silently in her heart at him making a fool of himself, and then no longer paid him any mind.

Templer also ignored him since a lord couldn't possibly be drowned by mere seawater, his appearance clearly feigned.

Unbeknownst to them, the title 'Tide King' wasn't given lightly.

Debra had complete control over the surrounding seawater, and Beale, who fell into the side's ocean, was still at her mercy until he rolled his eyes, then she spared him.

"This is clearly settling old scores,"

"The Tide King really makes a fuss over nothing. It's just for seducing a Holy Daughter and getting involved with another Saint Heir, even using such to threaten the Holy Light Court, nothing more. What's the big deal about holding onto it relentlessly?"

Once the others left, Beale rolled his eyes as he returned to the square, still filled with trepidation and internally complaining incessantly.

On the other side, Ivan had already negotiated with Debra for him to repair and uncover the true use of the Spirit Lake Transmission Array. All the materials needed would be provided by the Anti-Saint Light Alliance as long as it was within reasonable limits.

The Tide King's generosity wasn't something he would refuse, and as for whether the other party was planning something through this, he didn't care much.

Soon after, Ivan directly appeared at the Golden Snow Mountain through a manifestation of power, positioned inside Spirit Lake, and began openly researching the teleportation energy of this region.

He quickly confirmed that Spirit Lake indeed led to another plane, with a high possibility of connecting to the Elf Plane.

Now there's no need to painstakingly search for another path.

"Brother, why didn't you mention you have such a capable backer sooner? Isn't this just a misunderstanding?"

"Shhh! Don't disturb a meditating sorcerer, or very bad things will happen."