Novels by Bader

Being scholars after all, they exchanged knowing smiles and offered their interpretation:"It carries both the meaning of 'the lightness of the boat is the lightness of the heart,' while also indicating the scholar's pen name; the characters 'Light Boat' are truly the finishing touch."Compared to his previous poems, Caelum's *Thoughts After the Rain* attracted even more attention due to his calligraphy reaching the realm of perfection.Even some students who were originally from the Silverstream Academy sought out Master Julian and others to witness that scroll of calligraphy with their own eyes.For a time, few people on the street paid attention to matters like the burning of the summer grain in the three towns or the instigation by the Barbarians.This development was evidently welcomed by both the Valerius family and the Vance family.Yet for certain individuals, thei

Naturally, some conflicts broke out during this process.However, with the cooperation of the law enforcement officers and the city guards, the remaining dregs of society couldn't stir up any waves.In just half a day, dozens of individuals were apprehended here and there.Onlookers cheered, yamen departments like the Law Enforcement Department saved face, and everything was lively and bustling.Yet, after a day of fermenting, The bustle was bound to calm down.Especially after the details of the summer grain being burned in the three border towns reached the prefecture city, everyone in Silverstream, from high-ranking officials to ordinary citizens, came to understand the full story.First, some summer grain in the iron-wall town had been burned.However, the exact figure was not made public, leaving most to guess.Some said one hundred thousand shi, some said two hundred thousand, and others said a million...The rumor of one million shi of grain being burned had already been debu

The Old Marquis pondered for a moment and nodded, saying, "It is undeniably a benevolent undertaking that benefits the country and the people."Evangeline looked delighted: "Grandfather, you agree?""It is rare for you to think so comprehensively. Go ahead and do it with boldness.""Granddaughter will certainly give her utmost."Hearing this, the Old Marquis waved his hand, a slight smile appearing on his aged face as he exhorted:"Pay attention to your health; do not overexert yourself."Evangeline nodded and smiled, "Granddaughter has noted it.""Thanks to Dr. Ma's medicine, granddaughter's health has improved a lot lately.""The one from the Salvation Pharmacy?""It's him.""Speaking of which, thanks also to Manager Chen of the Hundred Herbs Pharmacy. If not for his consent, a medical expert of Dr. Ma's caliber wouldn't have come to our pharmacy."At this point, Evangeline recalled something."I heard that Manager Chen Yu is a medical sage.""Presumably, Dr. Ma must share the same

POV: CaelumCaelum was naturally well aware of how many people had their eyes on him, and he could practically count them on his fingers.There was Julian, whom he had drugged and knocked unconscious, along with Cynthia and the Centurion of the Guards, Fiona / Tristan.There were also the secret guards of the Valerius family whom he had saved, as well as The Old Marquis and Celeste, who were both looking for him.Along with Vesper and the others from the Shadow-Echo Sect.Fortunately, his identity had not been exposed yet, so he didn't need to worry about being targeted by those people in the short term.Therefore, he was able to spend the afternoon peacefully cultivating the Black Tortoise Breath-Holding technique.He was already not far from the upper stage of the sixth rank, and he estimated he would be able to break through in another day or two, likely right before the Mid-Autumn Festival.After understanding his cultivation progress, Caelum summoned the light screen to take a lo

If he had felt a slight attraction upon seeing the running script earlier, seeing that conceptual painting materialized on paper now caused him to completely lose his balance.His entire body trembled from deep emotion and agitation.In turn, Percy opened his eyes wide in utter shock; young and arrogant as he was, he was neither narrow-minded nor blind."Grandfather says that when the artistic meaning in calligraphy reaches the level of materializing scenes, it means attaining the realm of perfection and mastery. So that scroll is...""Calligraphy at the absolute realm of perfection!?"Percy couldn't believe his eyes at all.Nor was he willing to believe that the scroll was written by the person he had always despised and considered a useless kept husband.Yet the innovative and brilliant running script characters on the paper left him no room for doubt."How can this be? He has actually elevated his new characters to the realm of perfection?!"Percy vividly remembered the look of dee

POV: CaelumMaster Julian stood with a solemn and stern expression.No sooner had he finished speaking than he directly unrolled the calligraphy scroll in his hands.Lines of brilliant, gleaming characters emerged one after another for all to see.Although it still fell under the category of the "Distinctive School," those letters were completely different from Alexander's previous style.In fact, it was true running script!Every single stroke and dot was not bound by the rigid rules of horizontal and vertical lines; instead, they appeared slightly slanted and varied in size.Yet, they harbored unique aesthetics that differed fundamentally from Alexander's style.—The sense of unrestrained freedom and flowing liberation was clearly visible on the paper."This... is a new style?"Harry, and Master Harry Vance, as a teacher at Silverstream Academy, possessed vast experience and indescribable knowledge.He had long been given the opportunity to contemplate Alexander's style in its advan

While Doynes had spoken those words with casual confidence, the truth was far more complex: reverse-ether manipulation was not a skill just anyone could pick up through simple determination. Those capable of channeling reverse-ether were almost exclusively individuals born with freakish, innate talent or rare, divine blessings stamped into their very bloodline. Elona lacked the natural constitutional alignment to harness reverse-ether natively, but looking at her determined expression, Doynes felt entirely secure in his own capabilities. If anyone had the knowledge and skill to guide her toward bridging that gap, it was him."I can teach you the core principles and share what I know," Doynes offered with a faint smirk. "Whether you actually succeed in mastering it, however, will depend entirely on your own discipline and raw talent."Elona's face lit up with fierce determination. "I will dedicate myself to it completely. I won't let you down."Doynes chuckled, turning his attention bac

Stepping forward past the murmuring crowd, Elona approached Doynes, offering an apologetic, solemn bow of her head. "Please accept my sincerest apologies for my retainer's disgraceful behavior, young master Argent. I give you my absolute word that I will take strict disciplinary measures to ensure such an embarrassing incident is never repeated."Doynes cast a final, blistering glare down at the bleeding guard. "See that you do. It would save everyone a lot of unnecessary bloodshed."Mars, meanwhile, was silently burning up with a toxic mixture of white-hot fury and utter humiliation. He was a trained, sworn protector—a warrior of substance—yet here he lay, completely dismantled and disgraced by a mere teenager right in front of his master, forcing Lady Elona herself to offer apologies on his behalf. Blinded by wounded pride and uncontrollable rage, Mars let out an animalistic roar, yanked his broadsword violently from its scabbard, and lunged forward in a reckless, blind-side assault.

When Mars’s gaze dropped downward and caught the distinct family crest gleaming proudly upon Doynes's left chest, the blood drained entirely from the guard's face. The realization struck him like a thunderbolt: the teenager standing before him belonged to the fearsome House Argent.Instantly, all the defiance drained out of Mars, replaced by a cold wave of dread. His knees nearly buckled, and his voice dropped an octave into a desperate, trembling register. "F-Forgive me, young master... This is merely a private misunderstanding concerning Lady Elona. There is truly no need for you to involve yourself in such trivial matters."Ignoring the groveling guard entirely, Doynes closed the distance in a blur of motion, stepping protectively in front of Endroma. He reached out, gently checking Endroma's arms and shoulders. "Are you alright, End? Did this piece of trash manage to hurt you or scare you in any way?"Both Elona and Mars stared at the interaction with a mix of shock and bewildermen

All around the perimeter of the main castle, auxiliary observation towers rose proudly toward the sky, pulsating with a rhythmic, luminous glow. Even from a distance, Doynes could distinctly feel the thick, concentrated density of the ether radiating outward from those arcane spires."Good grief..." Doynes murmured under his breath, his eyes narrowing slightly as he analyzed the ambient currents. "The ether concentration leaking out of those structures is practically nipping at the heels of a semi-special-class mage..."Before Doynes could finish his thought, a sudden burst of restless energy overtook Endroma. Without warning, the young elf broke into a light, joyful sprint, his silver-blonde hair catching the sunlight like spun glass. Caught completely off guard by the sudden movement, Doynes blinked, standing frozen for a split second before shaking his head with an indulgent, fond smile and chasing after him. Endroma was running freely, fueled by a surge of unadulterated excitement,

The sprawling administrative procedures and initial threshold formalities had finally drawn to a close, marking the official beginning of their journey. Doynes and Endroma stepped side by side across the polished marble flooring, diving straight into the sprawling labyrinth of the legendary wizard tower. Every corridor hummed with an invisible, ancient resonance, vibrating with the collective concentration of hundreds of elite practitioners striving to grasp the fundamental secrets of the cosmos."Isn't this place just breathtakingly beautiful?" Endroma whispered softly, tilting his head upward to gaze at the soaring vaulted ceilings where shimmering constellations of magical energy drifted like slow-moving fireflies.Doynes glanced sideways, a gentle, softening warmth touching his usually sharp golden eyes. "Yes, it truly is magnificent. But to be entirely honest, the one thing making this place genuinely beautiful is right here beside me."At the unexpected compliment, a violent, cri

Doynes shrugged nonchalantly. "So what if he can? I might not have been born with two overpowered innate techniques like you, but I'm still more than strong enough."Realizing he was losing his temper over a teenager, Blade let out a long sigh, sank back down into his seat, and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Fine. The vajra you hold... it truly is as unique as mine."Herry cleared his throat to break the lingering tension. "Alright, enough idle chatter for one day. Doynes Argent, would you be so kind as to explain your vajra to us and perhaps give us a live demonstration?"Doynes clasped his hands together casually. "My vajra is a summon-type ability that I call the 'Ten Sacred Treasures'."Inside his mind, Blade smiled inwardly, thinking, 'Show me your true power so I can copy every single piece of it.'Doynes quickly formed a precise hand seal shaped like a wolf's head. "Divine Wolves." Instantly, two massive wolves materialized out of thin air—one stark white, the other pitch b