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The things they want you to know, you will know immediately, the things they don’t want you to know, even if you witness them, you will only think you are mistaken.

For example, in Witch Academy, everyone knows the renowned name of Senior Wenwen, the president of Inky Feather News Agency, but few know that this senior is actually the granddaughter of Sage Hermos, the daughter of the current editor-in-chief of Witch Daily, and the Young Master of the Wind of Freedom Society.

………

At this moment, Wenwen was very excited, as the future gossip queen of the Witch World, she had always enjoyed the thrill of finding big news and exposing them.

Even though the God King Cathedral was clearly about to become a battlefield, the Wind God Girl was fearless.

Firstly, as the fastest legend in Witch Academy, she indeed ran incredibly fast.

Secondly, it’s laughable; no one could possibly discover her.

The whole school thought Wenwen was a wind elementalist of the Evocation School, but actually, wind elementalism was just her elective, her true major was her family’s legacy, the special illusion technique of the Spiritual School from Sage of Truth, Hermos — Mirror Flower, Water Moon.

This was the most powerful illusion pointing directly to the essence of illusion — deception, its abilities were almost omnipotent, simply summarizing it was the authority of her family’s guild — Misrepresentation Spell, black and white reversal.

The things she wanted people to believe, no one would doubt them; the things she didn’t want people to believe, even if she revealed them, no one would believe.

At this time, she had already used Mirror Flower, Water Moon to hide her figure, so everyone would look right past her.

Of course, as a witch student who was not even a Great Witch yet, Wenwen’s power was actually insufficient to deceive everyone, for instance, those top members of the Revelation Battle Group below, they were all top-level Great Witches, especially Vice Admiral Miss Maria, whose power was at Peak Witch-level.

No matter how powerful the Mirror Flower, Water Moon secret art was, Wenwen’s incomplete mastery could only fool her peers at best, not nearly strong enough to run rampant right under the noses of a Peak and multiple top-level Great Witches.

The reason Wenwen was so confident was that when skills were lacking, equipment could make up for it.

For example, the small hat on her head was a gift from her grandmother on her tenth birthday, named Hermos’ Invisibility Cap; then there’s the boots with little wings on her feet, a coming-of-age gift from her grandmother, named Hermos’ Flying Shoes; and the staff in her hand marked with two snakes, Hermos’ Hypnosis Staff.

Even if Wenwen’s power still couldn’t unleash the full strength of these divine artifacts, as long as she was a little careful, generally no Peak Witch specialized in reconnaissance could necessarily discover her.

Therefore, this was a very safe play; she could comfortably hide in the sky to live broadcast the entire internal conflict within the God King Sect.

“Yay, I love this kind of big news the most, especially news about the Student Council President. This should be Witch Academy’s main source of traffic; this exposure will definitely advance the progression of my Mirror Flower, Water Moon secret art significantly.”

Wenwen thought to herself.

It could only be said that Mirror Flower, Water Moon, worthy of being a secret art pointing directly to the essence of illusion — deception, its cultivation method was also very fundamental, just two words — deceive.

The more people you deceive, the more effective your Mirror Flower, Water Moon technique will become, the fully realized Mirror Flower, Water Moon is actually the top-tier Forbidden Curse of the Twelve-Ring, having the ability to deceive the world temporarily, making oneself nearly omniscient and omnipotent.

And this was also why Inky Feather News Agency always fabricated a bunch of nonsense news, not only to attract traffic but also as Wenwen’s method of cultivation.

“It’s a pity that the Lady is not here this time, otherwise it’d be even better, that would really be the top-tier source of traffic.”

The Wind God Girl looked around regrettably, unable to find the figure she most wanted to see.

Ever since the Lady first enrolled, Wenwen noticed this special younger student because she found that the other was simply her best accelerator for cultivation.

After all, the Lady was just too good at stirring up trouble, producing big news every so often, and her cultivation just needed big news, was this not a perfect match?

It’s a pity the Lady was already claimed; otherwise, Wenwen felt impulsive to take action, though she hadn’t completely given up this idea because as long as the hoe was wielded well, no corner couldn’t be dug up.

Just that the Student Council President’s Holy Sword cutting people was indeed quite painful, so she had to endure for a while longer.

Hmm, once she mastered Mirror Flower, Water Moon, she could afford to commit affront right in the presence of the Student Council President, openly courting her girlfriend, yet the President wouldn’t know at all, how much more thrilling would that be?

As Wenwen thought about this, she couldn’t help but tighten her legs slightly and wriggle a bit in the air.

However, now wasn’t the time for such thoughts, the broadcast was more urgent. Subsequently, the Wind God Girl slowly adjusted her live broadcast magic, wanting to make the image clearer, for her audience mothers to watch more comfortably.

Hehe, those audience mothers only took her for a clown with no bottom line for traffic, little did they know they were her amusement, merely tools for her secret art cultivation, easily fooled into spinning around.

Just as Wenwen was carefully adjusting the magic lens, suddenly a clown mask appeared in her lens before her, and then her live broadcast signal was cut.

Live broadcast room: “…..”

In the academy forum, millions of melon-eating viewers in the live broadcast room first fell silent at the sudden blackout, then the barrage resumed more vigorously.

“Damn, what was that thing just now, scared me to death.”

“Geez, seems like a mask, a clown mask…..”

“Gasp, isn’t that the Clown Grand Inquisitor who raided the Angel Witch before?”

“Woohoo, doomed, Little Wenwen is done for.”

“Wen~wen~”

“From now on, we would never see Little Wenwen again….”

Though the merry-maker audience lost the melon inside the God King Cathedral, that last scene was enough to entertain them for a while, with occasionally a few serious people jumping out in the barrage.

“Will Little Wenwen really be fine though?”

“That’s the Judgment Court, getting caught isn’t a small matter?”

“Shouldn’t we notify the school leaders to prepare to rescue from the Judgment Court?”

“Honestly, compared to Little Wenwen, I’m more concerned about the Student Council President; wasn’t that white figure surrounded by the Revelation Battle Group the President? Why was she there?”

“Oh right, does the President really have the Lord of Glory’s bloodline?”

……

Alright, indeed the witches’ conscience couldn’t be relied upon, this topic inevitably went off track, obviously, compared to the Big-mouthed Crows they watched casually for entertainment, they were more concerned about the revered Student Council President.

Of course, compared to the lively live broadcast room, Wenwen’s mood at the scene was unfavorable.

“This is impossible, how could I be exposed?”

Looking at the black-robed Grand Inquisitor suddenly appearing before her, Wenwen was startled; her wings fluttered behind her, and gusts of wind embraced her as she retreated rapidly.

Furthermore, the Wind God Girl was shocked at this moment, for those powerful divine artifacts on her were all created by the Sage, how could she be exposed? Who was this Clown Grand Inquisitor anyway? Could she really be the Peak Boss specialized in reconnaissance?

No way, was she truly that unlucky today?

Wenwen had some disbelief.

After she activated the power of her flying shoes to the max, dashing away at near teleportation speed, Wenwen cautiously looked back.

But this time she saw nothing, the black-robed figure with a clown mask had vanished as if it never appeared.

However, as a professional illusionist, Wenwen could distinguish whether she was hallucinating or not, she was certain the frightening Clown Grand Inquisitor truly found her.

Then where was the opponent now?

“Are you looking for me?”

A melodious voice reverberated by her ear, as Wenwen turned, she saw the pitch-black figure appearing out of thin air.

In that moment, the Wind God Girl began to suspect whether she too had fallen under the Mirror Flower, Water Moon Art.

…. Wenwen doubting life…..