Chapter 42: Supermodel Extraordinaire

Hua Sheng sat in the audience, feeling a bit apprehensive. He worried that some blood-curdling scream might erupt from backstage, or perhaps the massive screen would suddenly collapse. He comforted himself, thinking that at least these young women were under the watchful eye of Master Qingmiao, so things shouldn't get too out of hand.

Just as Hua Sheng’s mind drifted, the music suddenly stopped. After about two seconds, a more rhythmic beat began to pulse. As the volume surged, the floor and seats vibrated from the powerful bass. Following the rhythm, supermodels in gorgeous, custom-made outfits emerged from backstage onto the runway.

Among them were native Europeans, some who looked Russian, and a mix of white, Asian, brown, and black skin tones. All were tall and slender. After over a dozen models passed to the sound of thunderous applause, a tall Asian model with a red bob cut and vibrant red lipstick appeared at the end.

Suddenly, a faint, ethereal fragrance of lotus flowers filled the air.

The model wore a coat embroidered with camellia patterns, her feet clad in exquisite patent-red high heels. She walked slowly from the edge of the stage to the center. At that moment, she raised her palm, and a dazzling miracle occurred.

Two small fireballs flew from her hand, orbiting her like electrons around an atomic nucleus, spinning rapidly in the air. As she turned to face the runway, the fireballs moved behind her, tracing an infinity symbol in the air, appearing from the front as if a pair of wings made of wind and fire had sprouted from her back.

The audience erupted into cheers and thunderous applause for this "magic."

"Mieying!" Hua Sheng’s heart leaped to his throat. He knew these were the Wind-Fire Wheels of the Third Sister, and he stared at her intently, not daring to blink.

Mieying flicked her short hair with her right hand and walked down the runway in a rhythmic cat-walk, perfectly synced with the music. As she reached the straightaway of the T-stage, an incredible scene unfolded.

When Mieying stepped with her left foot, flames shot up from the right side of the runway; conversely, when she stepped with her right, flames surged on the left. With every step, flames as tall as a person erupted in perfect alternation. The heat of the fire immediately ignited the atmosphere.

Mieying continued, her every step accompanied by the flickering flames, her head held slightly high, her gaze filled with disdain for everything, moving forward to the beat of her heels and the dancing fire.

At the same time, she pointed her index finger at the audience, as if interacting with them, switching from left to right. Hua Sheng knew this gesture; she was undoubtedly searching for a target among the crowd.

Mieying’s movements were incredibly natural, paired with a cold, alluring gaze, occasionally biting her vibrant lower lip. No one would have guessed that this supermodel was searching for a target on stage.

Following the rhythm, Mieying walked toward the end of the runway. It seemed she hadn't found what she was looking for on either side.

"If she didn't find them on the left or right, they must be at the very front of the runway." Hua Sheng crouched low, following Mieying toward the front row of the audience.

Mieying’s red hair swayed. A sudden look flashed across her expressionless face, and she turned to wink her left eye at Hua Sheng.

"Got it!" Hua Sheng caught the subtle expression. *She found them! Where? Where? Where!*

Mieying had reached the end of the runway, with nowhere left to go. She instantly raised her right hand, forming a finger-gun gesture, aiming at the audience.

"Where? Where?" Hua Sheng widened his eyes, following the direction of her finger-gun, searching the crowd meticulously, fearing he might miss a single detail.

Meanwhile, the male audience members targeted by her finger-gun began to scream wildly, whistles echoing through the hall.

"Baby! Baby!"
"Shoot me! Please shoot me!"

A group of foreign men clutched their chests, letting out heart-wrenching screams at the magical Asian supermodel on stage.

The audience’s applause was deafening; Mieying’s gesture had pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

Mieying swayed her body slightly to the music, her short red hair trembling. Her finger swept from right to left, and finally, she pointed toward the sides of the stage, mimicking a gunshot.

She moved her red lips and whispered, "Bang!"

At that instant, dozens of streams of Samadhi True Fire erupted simultaneously along both sides of the runway she had just walked. The vast interior of the Grand Palais in Paris was lit as bright as day by the sudden burst of fire!

Using the light of the Samadhi True Fire like a searchlight, Hua Sheng looked in the direction Mieying had pointed. He saw the male audience members on the rear-left side clutching their chests and falling backward. Only one person seemed unaffected by the spectacle; that person was definitely not there for the fashion show!

It was that curly-haired fat man!

Hua Sheng lunged in that direction.

On stage, Mieying saw that Hua Sheng had spotted the target. She put her finger-gun to her lips and blew on it lightly, as if to cool the steaming barrel. This flirtatious gesture only made the audience's emotions burn even hotter. The entire venue was filled with cheers, whistles, and applause.

She blew a kiss to the audience with her left hand, drawing another round of screams from the men!

"Baby! Baby!"
"Baby! Don't go!"

Amidst the fervent atmosphere, the audience didn't notice the slight commotion in the rear-left section. After blowing the kiss, the red-haired Mieying turned and walked back with a light cat-walk. Accompanied by the alternating flames, the two fireballs returned to orbit her like electronic shells.

As she walked, Mieying took off her coat, hooking it over her shoulder with her right hand. When she returned to the center of the main stage, she turned around and tossed the camellia coat forward. As it fell, she snapped her fingers and vanished into a burst of flame, leaving only a single black feather in mid-air.

The black feather danced and spun in the air, finally landing softly where Mieying had just stood.

As the audience erupted into thunderous applause and cheers, Hua Sheng was dragging the curly-haired mage into the fire exit. He threw him onto the cold concrete floor and instantly conjured the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, pressing it against the man's forehead. "To be, or not to be," he roared.

Realizing that wasn't quite right, he corrected himself: "Do you want to live or die!"

The curly-haired man began tracing something on his palm with his finger.

Seeing him start a spell, Hua Sheng raised the cudgel to strike. The man quickly stammered, "Translate... Chinese... Chinese."

Hua Sheng pulled the cudgel back.

The mage drew a triangle symbol on his palm, wrote several orange characters Hua Sheng couldn't understand, and then placed them into his mouth and ears. He then began to speak in Chinese: "I... I surrender."

"Try running again!" Hua Sheng said sternly. "Tell us, where is the Klin Magic School?"

"In Paris..."

"Nonsense! I’ve scoured the maps and never found such a school!" Hua Sheng raised the cudgel again.

"I dare not lie! Our magic school is in Paris, but on the flip side of Paris..."

Hua Sheng didn't understand. "The flip side? What do you mean? This Paris of yours isn't a city? How can it have a front and back like a page in a book?"

"Not every part of Paris has an anti-space. Only the places where the Klin Magic School is located have them!"

"Anti-space?"

Just as Hua Sheng was about to ask more, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Mieying Xiaoqi rushed in and shouted, "Did this fat pig say anything? If he’s being stubborn, watch me whip him to death! Or should I turn him into a toad?"

Hua Sheng quickly said, "Don't be rash, Miss! He’s already confessed everything!"

The fat man scrambled to say, "Yes, I’ve confessed it all..."

Hua Sheng glared at him and said, "How do we get to this anti-space? Take us there!"

The back of the city of Paris holds a space known as the "Inverted." After the city rotates, one can see the four campuses of the Klin Magic School on the map of the reverse city. They are located at the sites of the Palace of Versailles, the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, and the Eiffel Tower in the front space.

The back of the Palace of Versailles represents the "Command" campus, teaching Summoning. Students can study the summoning of various rare beasts from myths and legends.

The back of the Louvre represents the "Talent" campus, teaching Alchemy. Students can disassemble and refine materials to craft various artifacts or weapons.

The back of the Arc de Triomphe represents the "Assault" campus, teaching Black Magic. Students learn spells to generate attacks based on the four elements: wind, earth, water, and fire.

The back of the Eiffel Tower represents the "Peace" campus, teaching White Magic. Students learn spells for healing, curing, and defense.

After returning to Paris, Jane had spent half the day at the "Peace" campus, helping her companions heal students injured during the raid on the Martial Arts Academy. At that moment, the Klin Magic School was summoning her regarding the whereabouts of the Star of the Year. The person summoning her was Vice Principal Professor Brian, and the location was the Sacred Heart office in the "Command" campus.

After the raid on the Martial Arts Academy yesterday, Jane felt exhausted. Perhaps it was the afternoon fatigue or the discomfort of long-distance travel, but she felt a bit lightheaded. However, since the Vice Principal had summoned her, she dared not delay. She flew on her magic broom to the "Talent" campus, parked it against a wall, and hurried through the corridor cast from massive stone.

Pushing open the door to the Sacred Heart office, it was as familiar as ever. A row of old wooden bookshelves stood against the gray-black stone walls. Beside the heavy wooden desk, which was over a century old, sat globes, navigation instruments, and nautical charts from different eras left by previous mages. These were all important components of the development of magic history.

Behind the desk sat Vice Principal Professor Brian. To Jane's surprise, Professor Madeline, head of the Black Magic Department, and Mr. Christine, professor of the Summoning Department, were also standing to the side.