“Hehehe, he thought I would fall for this silly trick of his,” Jordan scoffed, then continued, "I'll wait for all the attack he's going to send towards me, I have to fake it now matter what, can't afford to take off my cover. I have to stick to Fiona’s advice which is not to reveal any signs of me knowing how to harness and make use of my cultivation powers to my father,” Jordan thought to himself, then gasped deeply exhaling into the air. “Do it, boy, show me what you are made of. Reveal that strength to me. Deflect the attack. I know you are made of something special, prove it right to me, make yourself worth carrying the weight of this kingdom on your shoulders,” Julien muttered under his breath, his eyes blazing with fury and sneer, his fist still engulfed in flames, as he await Jordan next actions. The fire surged through the air at blistering speed, like a blazing meteor aimed straight at Jordan. Jordan didn’t flinch. Instead he took a deep breath and waited, deciding to act f

Julien and Jordan walked home, but this time, Julien didn’t carry Jordan on his shoulders. Instead, he made him walk alongside him through the valleys until they reached the castle. Jordan didn't dare to complain, his father's expression wasn't friendly to give him the chance to say a word. Julien didn't say a word to Jordan, he stared at him, and shook his head disappointedly, before walking away. Once inside the castle, Jordan headed straight to his room. He knew his father would hate him after what had happened today, but this was part of what he was to do in order to keep his powers a secret as instructed by Fiona. Jordan sat on his bed, then pulled off his shirt, which was stained with dirt he had sustained from the fall, and clashes he got from the attack. He gasped seeing this, and when his eyes darted to his hands and chest, he was surprised to see that all the injuries he had sustained from the attack were completely healed, including those he had minor gotten from his las

Among all the students, there were a few who couldn’t properly harness their abilities more accurately. Or even though they tried to make it manifest, they couldn’t sustain them long enough to be useful in resistance training. Some managed to conjure fire from their element type Cultivation, only for it to fizzle out instantly, a clear sign that their energy was unstable. They required deeper instruction to truly understand the methods and skills necessary to control their power.Jordan slowly walked along the classroom corridor, his eyes gently darting around, and the noisy chatter from the classroom echoed from a distance. Reaching the door to the class room, Jordan paused on his steps, his hands in his pocket as he stared into the class, he then let out a sigh. And the moment he stepped through the doorway of the classroom, the entire class fell into sudden silence, the class room which had no difference with a market square was now silent like a graveyard. At just sixteen, Jorda

"What the hell, why do I keep having this same damn dream every time I try to take a nap?" Jordan muttered under his breath, sighing in frustration, his wrists rubbing over his eyes, then he let out a yawn.While Jordan was still complaining, his eyes suddenly darted to the ring he had dropped on the desk earlier before sleeping, but noticed something out of the ordinary. Something he can't purely explain how it happened. The exact spot where Jordan had kept the ring seems to be frozen in ice, and, bizarrely, green grass had begun to sprout beneath it, an occurrence that seems to be impossible. "What the hell?" Jordan snapped, completely stunned and dumfounded. He had never seen anything like this before.Jordan reached out with his hands cautiously and picked up the ring, examining it closely. But there was nothing outwardly unusual, like the ring freezing as well. The ring seems normal, and in fact, the most shocking thing that got Jordan even more baffled was when he noticed the r

"Ouch," Lucia grumbled, rising carefully to her feet. She checked the pocket where she had placed the ring—but noticed it was gone.“Shit. Where is it? Where is the ring, I remember keeping it in this pocket and it's gone?” she muttered, heart pounding, pulse racing.“Are you looking for this?” a deep voice called out just ahead of Lucia, and when Lucia looked up, she immediately froze, because she remembered the face she was seeing. His face itching with despair and a taunting smirk, his gaze fixed so deep and coldly down at her.“Why is this piece of crap so important to you?” he asked with a sneer, twirling the ring between his fingers. “Does it even have any use at all, because it looks so cheap and, looking deep into it, it looks like it's already fading out of its original texture, hehehe.”The person who Lucia had seen and was horrified was—Victor—one of the most talented teenage cultivators in the academy. Unlike most, he had mastered two elemental types of cultivation, which