Inter-Academy Tournament

As Atticus, Xu Hua, and the ever-present Rocus savored their meal, the atmosphere in the Drunken Dragon shifted gears. A band of musicians, their faces obscured by the dimly lit corners, launched into a lively tune. Their instruments, however, remained unseen. The melody flowed, rich and vibrant, a testament to their ability to channel their cultivation into audible magic.

Suddenly, a group of students, their faces flushed with excitement and ale, materialized at their table. Their leader, a burly young man with a shock of red hair, addressed Atticus directly.

"Bloodhound!" he boomed, his voice tinged with awe and a hint of nervousness. "You're Atticus, right? The champion of the Bloodfest?"

Atticus, momentarily startled by the intrusion, nodded curtly. Recognition, it seemed, was a double-edged sword.

"Amazing performance out there!" the redhead continued, his eyes wide with admiration. "We all saw it! You were… incredible!"

A chorus of murmurs echoed his sentiment. Atticus, still a
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