SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

In the northern ranges, Zi Han, known for his fluid killing technique, was seen practicing under the frozen waterfall—his Twin Blade Dance cutting through water and wind alike, each strike more fierce than the last.

The silent tower in the Earth Domain shook slightly as Wu Shen consumed elemental spirit rocks one after another, his Earth Dome Spell rising in defensive strength and resonance.

And in the sparring courtyards, a new name began to emerge—Li Bo, once dismissed as an underdog, began issuing challenge after challenge. His Bronze Mountain Fist cracked stones, broke illusions, and caused a stir among the observing elders.

“He’s showing off,” one disciple sneered.

“No. He’s showing that he can no longer be ignored,” said another.

But amid this flurry of ambition, deep in the heart of the mountain, there was silence.

There, before the sacred Immortal Living Pool, Kent stood—alone, unwavering.

Seven days had passed. Seven nights without food, water, or sleep—yet his body showed no signs of fatigue. The divine essence of the pool nourished him, kept him whole.

His eyes never left the ethereal woman-shaped water figure seated on the lotus in the heart of the pool. The golden lotuses swayed, droplets of immortal-essence fell like soft rain—and every time he took a step forward, those droplets rejected him, teleporting him back.

Movement techniques, speed-enhancing spells, even space-shifting talismans—nothing worked.

Yet, he didn’t complain. He didn’t frown. He moved his hands in strange, repetitive gestures—forming patterns in air, tracing lines in the rain.

He was learning.

Studying.

The rain, the rhythm, the pulse of the water… all had a secret.

And Kent, with unwavering focus, was searching for it.

Then came the final blow of thunder.

The Academy Rewards for Prime Disciple were posted across jade walls in every section of the academy.

The list left everyone speechless.

-Golden Core of the Celestial Serpent – A divine core that could advance cultivation by leaps within a night.

-Two Immortal Treasures of Choice – Selected from the academy’s sealed vaults.

-The right to become an academy elder in the future.

-A Legendary Beast Egg from the Void Nest.

-One Heavenly immortal Scroll prepared by the Grand Dean himself

“Is this real?”

“A Void Nest Egg?! Are they mad?”

“Even the top disciples of Spirit Flame Academy will turn green with envy.”

Disciples who had been lazy till yesterday now threw themselves into rigorous drills. Elder halls were flooded with requests for manuals, spirit herbs, and sparring permits.

But amidst all the chaos, the most focused contender had yet to even read the list.

Kent remained still at the lake’s edge, staring at the droplets falling—each one rejecting him, yet offering a lesson.

He hadn’t come for rewards.

He came to master the movement of rain.

–

Kulu Nation’s capital city…

Royal Academy, the pride of the nation. Towering stone spires and sprawling courtyards buzzed with the energy of newly arrived disciples. Fresh robes fluttered, blades gleamed, and spirit beasts roared from distant peaks. It was a place where geniuses were forged and legends remembered.

And amidst them walked Bai Qi, her steps steady but heart uncertain.

Wearing the crisp blue robes of a new recruit, her eyes flickered with emotion. This was the same place he once stood—Kent, her husband by fate and accident. The man who had stormed into her life like a violent hurricane, leaving chaos, pain… and a bond she could no longer ignore.

Beside her walked Lin Lin, the alchemist of gentle voice and sharp eyes, who had stood with Kent during his initial days. Her presence now, like then, was calm and grounded.

The two women had just come from the admission ceremony. Bai Qi had passed her entrance trials on her first try—her body and will hardened by the days in loneliness, her soul still echoing with Kent’s defiance against fate.

She had been placed in the Combat Peak, where the fierce and war-hardened disciples trained under the mightiest of martial elders.

They now climbed the marble steps of the Combat Peak Hall, the wind howling across the open arena that overlooked the inner valleys of the academy.

At the top, waiting in quiet meditation, sat the legendary figure himself—Peak Master Lei Zhen, the Iron Storm of Kulu, a man who once led armies through the Immortal Dagger Wars. His robes flared with quiet thunder, his sword hovering faintly behind him like a shadow born of lightning.

As they approached, Lei Zhen opened his eyes—steel grey, calm yet commanding.

“So… the wife of that boy finally arrives,” he said.

Bai Qi bowed deeply. “Peak Master. I came… not just as a disciple, but hoping to hear of him. Of Kent.”

Lei Zhen rose and walked toward her, his steps slow but heavy with authority.

“He went to a great place to train himself, Bai Qi. He has stepped into a world far beyond the dust of this capital. Where he walks now, even names carry weight… and silence, power.”

Lin Lin asked softly, “Has he… has he sent a message? Anything?”

Lei Zhen’s gaze turned toward the distant sky.

“Nooo….” He looked down at Bai Qi, the storm wind brushing her hair back from her face.

“He will return in one year. And I believe him. Not because of his words, but because of his will. That boy burned like thunder when he stood before me… That kind of fire doesn’t go out quietly.”

There was silence between them for a moment. The wind hushed.

Then, Lei Zhen turned to Bai Qi again.

“From this day forth, Bai Qi… you are no longer just a name in the academy scroll. You are my personal disciple.”

Bai Qi’s eyes widened in shock. Even Lin Lin gasped.

“But Peak Master, I—”

“—Deserve it,” he interrupted. “You carry his name. You carry the fire. And I will forge you so that when he returns… you will stand beside him, not behind.”

Bai Qi fell to her knees, tears brimming in her eyes as she bowed deeply. “Thank you… Master.”

Lin Lin smiled faintly. “He would be proud,” she said, placing a hand on Bai Qi’s shoulder.

Lei Zhen nodded and turned away. “From now on, no one dares touch you or speak your name in mockery. You are under Combat Peak’s protection.”

He paused before stepping inside the hall.

“Train hard. When he returns… You will also stay in his world.”

—

Meanwhile, deep in the corners of the city, Ai Ping, the chief of the Slave Village, sat in her small rock castle, staring at the open sky. Thanks to Kent’s warning, the Han family didn’t lay a single finger on Slave Village.

“Where were you kent? Why do I feel so lonely after your departure? Do I have feelings for you?!” Ai Ping continued to murmur while thinking about the face of Kent.

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