A stinky cultivator has arrived in the magic world.

Chapter 45 Attempt to Steal a Chicken Backfires

Although Viola did not question Lorne's decision, she was inevitably anxious and kept thinking about how to salvage the situation. She had several magical items that could increase speed, but they were of a high level and consumed a lot of magic power. With her current mental strength and magical skill, she could only carry herself to the South Ring alone; she would be powerless to help anyone else.

Just as she hesitated and became anxious, Lorne took out his academy badge from his sleeve, infused it with a wisp of spiritual energy, and soon after, a series of curses and swears came from the distance of the street:

"Who the hell is calling me again! Can't a person get some sleep this early in the morning?!"

As the sound drew closer, a dusty gray broom pushed its way into the crowd with an air of dominance. It wasn't until Lorne was seen that everyone realized what it meant:

"So it's you, you brat! Spit it out, I'm busy!"

This was naturally the grumpy broom that had carried Lorne to the Old Clock Tower. After leaving the Alchemy Workshop that day, the cat senior taught Lorne how to summon it. All he had to do was add the other's elemental aura to his badge and then activate it with magic to summon it. Of course, the broom had to agree to have its aura imprinted into his badge.

Upon seeing the broom appear, the previously noisy street fell silent for a moment.

The boys around Chrysace, who had been shouting, suddenly fell silent.

Chrysace's smile froze on his face, his hand still outstretched in an inviting gesture, as if he had been petrified.

"This is...that broom?"

Some of the older students who were watching the commotion were also incredibly surprised:

"This junior is really skilled; he actually managed to summon this foul-mouthed guy."

"Shh, you're still talking bad about it. Be careful, or it'll hold a grudge against you."

Their gazes shifted to Chryseth, their expressions tinged with amusement and mockery.

"Don't let its volatile and stoic appearance fool you; this thing is a genuine Tier 3 magic item. Its speed is among the best of its kind, surpassing most others. More importantly, it has an advantage: it can fly autonomously without the mage actively consuming magic power."

"It's actually better than their magic carpet, haha, this is going to be interesting."

Whispers rose and fell.

Chrysace's expression changed several times in just a few seconds: stiff, incredulous, gloomy, and even a little flustered.

The second-tier magic carpet in his hand suddenly seemed incredibly cheap in front of this broom that could curse.

Moreover, the previous plans also fell through.

Ignoring the reactions around him, Lorne straddled the broom, patted the handle, and then reached out towards Violet:

"Come up."

Viola's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, she jumped onto the broom, wrapped her arms around Lorne's waist, and turned to give Kryseth a bright smile:

"Thanks for your kindness, Golden Retriever, but our brooms are much faster than your blanket!"

The grumpy broom snorted, "You've got good taste. Hold on tight!"

"etc!"

Chryseth snapped back to his senses, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He winked at a boy opposite him, who immediately understood, quietly pulling out his wand, pointing the tip at the broom, and muttering something under his breath.

An invisible force shot out from it, targeting the broom head, attempting to interfere with the broom's flight.

However, the irritable broom seemed to have eyes in the back of its head, suddenly turning to the side. The magic grazed the broom handle and struck Chryseth's magic carpet with perfect precision, leaving a charred gash there.

"My blanket!" A distressed cry came from afar.

Lorne looked in the direction of the sound, but saw no one. He seemed to be deep in thought, and silently extended a wisp of his spiritual sense in that direction.

The grumpy broom turned around, its upturned branches glaring at Chryseth, its voice sinister: "You little brat, you dare to plot against me?"

Chryseth's face paled, and he instinctively took a step back.

"When I was crossing stormy seas, you were still wearing open-crotch pants!"

With a sudden flick of its broom head, a powerful gust of air rose up, throwing Chrysace to the ground. The magnificent magic carpet was also blown away, tumbling several times in the air before hanging on a large tree in the distance.

"Go!" The irritable broomstick leaped triumphantly, carrying Lorne and Viola as it roared into the sky, leaving behind a trail of cursing laughter echoing in the air.

The ground was a mess.

Chryseth got up, covered in dirt and grime, his blond hair matted with grass clippings, his expression utterly gloomy.

His henchmen were also staggering and looking utterly disheveled.

"Cryseth...we..." a boy said cautiously.

"Shut up!" Chrysace interrupted coldly, his eyes fixed on the shadow in the sky that had become a small dot, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Lorne..." he spat out the name through gritted teeth, "You just wait."

In the distance, the senior students looked at each other, one of them shaking his head:

"This kid is really something else. Even we usually ignore that broom, and ordinary freshmen are afraid to approach it because of its temper. It's not simple that he was able to gain its approval."

The other person squinted, staring thoughtfully at the sky:

"It might be related to that cat. This freshman is more troublesome than the president imagined. The mentor is at a critical stage right now, so we need to keep a close eye on him."

……

High in the sky, the wind howled.

Viola wrapped her arms around Lorne's waist and shouted excitedly, "Lorne! Your broom is amazing! Look at that blondie, he fell flat on his face, hahaha!"

The grumpy broom snorted smugly, "Piece of cake! That kind of trash, I—"

"We know you crossed the stormy seas back then," Lorne interrupted helplessly. "Senior, can you concentrate on flying? We're in a hurry."

"What's the rush! Aren't I flying fast enough?"

The broom cursed, but its speed suddenly increased dramatically, creating a sharp and piercing wind that sent the surrounding clouds rushing past.

Viola involuntarily leaned back, pressing her hat down with one hand: "Ahhhhhh!!!"

"Now that's speed!" the broom laughed, streaking across the sky like a gray lightning bolt.

In less than fifteen minutes, the massive canopy of the wooden elemental tower came into view.

The broom made a graceful descent and landed smoothly on the lawn in front of the tower, with almost no bumps.

"We're here! Get off, get off!"

The broom tumbled them both off, and flew away cursing, "Don't call me for this kind of nonsense again!"

Lorne and Viola steadied themselves and straightened their robes, which had been ruffled by the wind. Many classmates had already arrived and were chatting in small groups.

Tormont's massive figure crouched in the corner of the lawn. Seeing Lorne, he waved excitedly, "Brother Lorne! Over here!"

Lorne and Viola walked over and sat down, with Viola laughing heartily as she said:

"Their blankets are damaged, they're definitely going to be late! Hahaha, whatever tricks they had up their sleeves, they've screwed themselves over now!"

Lorne shook his head, remaining silent. He recalled the few words he had overheard with his spiritual sense before leaving: "Self-Government Association...President...Mentor..."

He silently noted down these keywords.

It seems that there are indeed some eyes on him within the academy.