Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, Main Gates, Late Morning
Standing at the entrance was Old Lin.
A veteran Soul Master in his late fifties, his cultivation had stalled at Rank 25 decades ago, but no one questioned his experience. For over twenty years, he had watched generations of Heaven Dou's young nobles pass through these gates, and he had learned that wealth rarely came packaged with patience.
Leaning against his spear, Old Lin rubbed his lower back while watching an absurdly ornate, gold-trimmed carriage struggle to navigate the turning circle because its driver stubbornly refused to follow the designated traffic flow.
"Easy... easy..."
The coachman yanked the reins.
Clack!
One wheel mounted the curb.
A nearby gardener immediately jumped back to save a row of carefully planted flowers.
Old Lin pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Nobles..."
He spat a sunflower seed shell neatly into the bushes.
"They really do have a remarkable lack of spatial awareness."
"They certainly seem determined to prove it."
The calm voice came from his left.
Old Lin nearly jumped.
His hand instinctively tightened around his spear before he turned toward the speaker.
A teenage boy stood there quietly, dressed in a simple travel cloak over practical dark clothing. Dust from the road still clung to his boots and cloak, yet despite approaching without making a sound, his posture was completely relaxed.
Old Lin let out a relieved breath.
"Student Arthev."
He lowered his spear with a chuckle.
"By the gods, boy, you walk like a ghost."
"I've been told that before."
"Returning from your holiday?"
"I am."
Arthev reached into his travel bag and removed a small paper parcel wrapped neatly with twine before tossing it toward the older man.
Old Lin caught it with both hands. He looked at it curiously.
"What's this?"
"Roasted iron-spiced walnuts. I bought them yesterday from a village near the Sunset Forest."
Old Lin blinked.
"...For me?"
Arthev nodded.
"They're roasted over sulfur-rich coal. Eat two each day."
He glanced briefly at the older man's posture.
"They help reduce inflammation in the lumbar muscles and joints. Useful for someone who spends twelve hours standing guard."
Old Lin looked down at the parcel for a long moment.
In twenty years of guarding these gates, the number of noble students who had bothered to learn his name could be counted on one hand.
The number who had ever brought him something because they noticed his aching back...
Exactly one.
A warm smile spread across the old guard's weathered face.
"Thank you, kid."
He carefully tucked the parcel inside his tunic as though it were something precious.
"I appreciate it."
Arthev inclined his head.
"How has the academy been?"
Old Lin glanced toward the gold-trimmed carriage, which had now become locked in a heated argument with an increasingly frustrated gardener.
He sighed.
"As chaotic as ever."
"A new batch of young masters returned yesterday after the holiday break."
He rolled his eyes.
"I've already had three threaten to have me dismissed because I asked them to present their academy badges."
"They spend more time comparing who bought the most expensive meat than they do talking about cultivation."
"They act as though they already own the continent."
Arthev watched the argument continue in silence.
"I imagine that's exhausting."
"You've no idea."
Old Lin chuckled before his expression became thoughtful.
"Although..."
"There was one group that surprised me."
Arthev looked at him.
"Oh?"
"Your team."
Old Lin pointed toward him with one finger.
"The Royal Team returned yesterday."
He shook his head in disbelief.
"I almost didn't recognize them. Captain Yu actually greeted me. Dugu Yan thanked one of the kitchen staff for carrying her luggage."
"The Shi brothers helped a groundskeeper lift a fallen stone statue."
He lowered his voice dramatically.
"I honestly thought someone had replaced them with shapeshifters."
Arthev smiled faintly.
"They simply gained a little perspective."
"A little?"
Old Lin laughed.
"Whatever happened during that training, it worked."
He leaned closer.
"I've never seen those youngsters treat ordinary workers with that much respect."
He folded his arms.
"I only wish you'd take the rest of these arrogant little nobles into the forest."
"A week of sleeping on the ground and earning their meals might turn a few of them into decent men."
Arthev considered the suggestion.
"I do offer corrective instruction."
Old Lin raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"The tuition fee is rather expensive."
"What does it cost?"
"Ego."
Old Lin burst into laughter.
A few nearby guards turned to look before smiling themselves.
"You know, Student Arthev..."
The old guard wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
"I think the academy needs more students like you."
Arthev adjusted the strap of his travel bag.
"And fewer carriages trying to drive through flowerbeds."
Old Lin glanced toward the still-arguing coachman.
"...That too."
The two shared a quiet laugh.
After a moment, Arthev gave a respectful nod.
"Have a good shift, Senior Lin."
"You too, Student Arthev."
Old Lin smiled warmly.
"And... welcome back."
With that, Arthev stepped through the academy gates and continued toward the campus.
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Dormitory C
The campus buzzed with anticipation.
Academy staff hurried between buildings, hanging banners from pristine white pillars while teams of gardeners gave the hedges one final trim.
In two days, the Five Elements Academies would arrive for the Imperial Exchange, and Heaven Dou Imperial Academy intended to present itself at its absolute best.
Arthev paid little attention to the commotion.
He quietly made his way back to Dormitory C, unlocked the door to his room, and stepped inside.
The familiar silence welcomed him.
He set his travel bag beside the bed, unclasped his heavy cloak, and rolled his shoulders, working the stiffness from the long journey.
'Ah... civilization,' Shukaku grumbled inside his mind.
'It smells like perfume, polished stone, and fragile egos. I liked the forest better.'
'You like anywhere that smells of impending violence,' Isobu replied with quiet amusement.
'Personally, I appreciate the existence of proper bedding.'
'Beds make people soft.'
'Says the beast who spent centuries sleeping in sand.'
Arthev ignored the familiar bickering.
He walked into the washroom and took a quick cold shower, letting the icy water wash away the dust from the road, the lingering scent of the Sunset Forest, and the faint trace of frost that still clung to his clothes after yesterday's encounter.
A few minutes later, he stepped back into his room, dried himself, and changed into the academy's standard black uniform.
Beneath it, he fastened the customized weighted undershirt that Grandmaster had helped design.
The moment the familiar weight settled across his shoulders and torso, his body instinctively adjusted.
His breathing slowed, posture straightened.
The comfortable calm of his holiday disappeared, replaced once more by the precise, analytical focus that had become second nature.
Without another glance around the room, Arthev headed toward the West Courtyard.
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The West Courtyard – Training Grounds
He didn't even reach the courtyard before he knew exactly where his teammates were.
Their voices echoed through the stone corridor.
"It's not fair!" Osler's dramatic complaint bounced off the walls.
"Why does a snake get a crown? It doesn't even have a head for one! It's just a long noodle! A crowned noodle!"
"Say that again, Osler," Dugu Yan replied sweetly, "and I'll personally dissolve your favorite boots."
Arthev stepped through the archway.
The Royal Team was already gathered in the center of the training grounds.
Every member wore their iron-weighted training vest, maintaining proper stances despite the casual conversation. Weeks of relentless training had become habit.
Standing proudly at the center of everyone's attention was Dugu Yan.
Her chin was lifted with unmistakable confidence.
Behind her floated the majestic phantom of the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor, its crystalline jade scales shimmering brilliantly beneath the afternoon sun while its regal golden eyes overlooked the courtyard like a true sovereign.
At her feet, four spirit rings rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
Yellow. Yellow. Purple. Purple.
For the better part of twenty minutes, she had been shamelessly showing them off.
"I'm just saying," Yu Feng grumbled as he hovered lazily overhead.
"It's incredibly flashy. We all acknowledge you're an Emperor now. Can you dismiss the lethal poison before you accidentally melt the courtyard?"
Dugu Yan smirked.
"Don't be jealous, bird."
Yu Tianheng leaned casually against a nearby weapon rack, a pair of heavy lead training chopsticks spinning effortlessly between his fingers.
His eyes remained fixed on Dugu Yan's fourth spirit ring.
"8,800 years," he said thoughtfully.
"It's slightly below my Thunder-Scale Wyvern ring in age."
He folded his arms.
"But I'll admit it. The concentration of poison is terrifying."
He smiled faintly.
"That said, my physical enhancements still surpass yours in close combat."
"Oh, please."
Dugu Yan rolled her eyes.
"I don't need to punch you anymore."
She lifted one finger.
"I just need to trap you."
Then she pointed toward the Shi brothers.
"Ask them."
Shi Mo and Shi Mu were sitting on the grass nearby, both rubbing their sore shoulders with thoroughly exhausted expressions.
Shi Mo let out a long sigh.
"She's not exaggerating, Captain."
"We spent an hour yesterday trying to break through her crystal prison during sparring."
He shook his head.
"We barely managed to leave a mark before the venom started eating through our defensive barriers."
Shi Mu winced dramatically.
"My shoulders still haven't forgiven me."
He rubbed one arm again.
"It's like punching a diamond..."
He shuddered.
"...that bites back."
Ye Lingling stood quietly near the edge of the group, her Nine Heart Begonia swaying gently in her hands. After observing the demonstration in silence, she gave a small nod.
"It is an exceptionally efficient use of space," she said in her usual soft voice.
"Area denial combined with continuous corrosive degradation. Once the prison is established, the opponent has to expend soul power simply to survive. It is an excellent control skill."
Dugu Yan's smile widened immediately.
"See?"
She tossed her jade-colored hair over one shoulder with unmistakable satisfaction.
"Even Lingling agrees that I'm perfect."
"I see your ego has returned to its standard operational level."
The calm voice cut cleanly through the conversation.
Everyone turned.
"Arthev!"
Dugu Yan's proud expression instantly brightened into a genuine smile before she caught herself. She quickly straightened her posture, dismissing her soul rings as the pressure of the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor faded from the courtyard.
"So," she said, folding her arms with practiced confidence, "look who finally decided to rejoin civilization."
She walked over, stopping in front of him.
"You were supposed to arrive yesterday."
Her lips curled into a teasing smile.
"Did you find a particularly fascinating rock to debate with out in the forest?"
Arthev met her gaze without missing a beat.
"I found a very quiet lake."
He adjusted the strap of his bag.
"It was an excellent conversationalist."
Dugu Yan blinked.
"...I can't tell whether you're joking."
"I'm not entirely certain either."
Several teammates chuckled.
Yu Tianheng pushed himself away from the nearby weapon rack and walked over, idly spinning one of his five-kilogram lead training chopsticks between his fingers.
"You missed morning drills."
His tone sounded reproachful. The smile on his face suggested otherwise.
Without the slightest warning, he flicked the heavy metal chopstick toward Arthev's head.
Clack!
Arthev's hand shot upward. The metal rod stopped barely an inch from his temple.
He caught it so smoothly that it barely made a sound.
He casually spun the chopstick around his thumb before tossing it back.
Yu Tianheng caught it just as effortlessly.
"My reflexes appear to have recovered adequately," Arthev observed.
His eyes briefly examined Tianheng's grip.
"And your fine motor control has stabilized, Captain."
Yu Tianheng flexed his fingers once.
"Mostly."
"A vast improvement."
The praise was delivered in exactly the same tone Arthev might have used to compliment a well-balanced spreadsheet.
Several members of the team laughed.
Then Arthev reached into his bag. He pulled out a familiar wooden clipboard.
The atmosphere changed immediately. The casual reunion vanished. Shoulders straightened. Backs stiffened.
Even Dugu Yan unconsciously stopped admiring herself.
Arthev slowly walked to the center of the training ground.
"In two days," he began evenly, "the Five Elements Academies will arrive."
His eyes swept across every member of the Royal Team.
"For the following week, this academy will be filled with rivals, observers, and individuals whose sole objective is to determine the exact limits of each other strength."
He stopped pacing.
His gaze settled briefly on Yu Tianheng.
Then Dugu Yan.
"Rule number one of the Imperial Exchange."
His voice became cold.
"No Fourth Rings."
The courtyard exploded.
"What?!"
Osler nearly dropped his training weights.
"But we have a Dragon and an Emperor! We can crush everybody!"
He pointed dramatically toward Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan.
Arthev looked at him calmly.
"And if you crush them now, you give every academy on the continent six months to forge the perfect hammer designed specifically to break you before the Continental Tournament."
Silence.
"Pride," Arthev continued, "is a tactical error."
He tapped the clipboard once.
Tok.
"You are not attending this exchange to win exhibition matches."
"You are attending to collect information."
"While providing none."
The team listened quietly.
"You will rely primarily on the foundation we built inside the Forest."
He looked at each of them in turn.
"Your physical conditioning. Your endurance. Your coordination. Your teamwork."
"Soul Skills are tools, not crutches."
He continued calmly.
"Use only your first and second Soul Skills whenever possible. Reserve your stronger techniques for genuine emergencies."
"Let them believe that your greatest strengths are simply superior speed, discipline, and physical resilience."
Shi Mo's grin slowly spread across his face. He cracked his massive knuckles.
"So..."
"We beat the continent's greatest young geniuses...using nothing but the basics?"
Arthev nodded once.
"Exactly."
Yu Tianheng looked toward Dugu Yan. She looked back.
A matching smile slowly appeared on both their faces.
It wasn't arrogant.
"I can work with that," Yu Tianheng said quietly, blue lightning flickering briefly within his eyes.
"So can I," Dugu Yan agreed.
"Good."
Arthev reached into his pocket. He withdrew a small brass stopwatch.
Click.
"Then we'll spend the next three hours ensuring your basics are flawless."
He looked up.
"We're beginning with the Hooke's Law Slingshot Drill."
The courtyard fell deathly silent.
Every smile disappeared.
Osler's face drained of color.
"No..."
He took one cautious step backward.
"No, no, no..."
Another step.
"I take it back!"
He pointed dramatically toward Arthev.
"I hate the basics!"
He turned toward Yu Tianheng.
"Captain!"
Toward Dugu Yan.
"Vice-Captain!"
Toward Ye Lingling.
"Healer!"
"Someone save me!"
Arthev calmly clicked the stopwatch again.
"Science," he said with complete seriousness, "has never been known for mercy."
He pointed toward the training bands stretched across the courtyard.
"Everyone. Into position."
Osler let out a despairing groan that echoed across the entire West Courtyard.
The others simply sighed and moved into formation.
Some battles...
...could not be won.
To be continued...