novelraw Chapter 34: Academy
Chapter 34: Academy
Returning to the living room, Emma was already waiting.
"Young Master, you’re a bit late. The others are ready to depart," she said.
"Unfortunately, I can’t accompany you into the academy. No one is allowed to bring maids or attendants—only yourself. I’ll escort you as far as the academy."
"Yeah..." Victor nodded before stepping outside.
Alisa and the others were already waiting on the same vessel from yesterday, guarded by the bald elder.
Victor boarded directly and sat on the sofa.
Soon after, the vessel began to fly, shooting forward at high speed since the journey this time was quite far.
Although the Ancient Human Continent could be seen from the shores of the Ancient Blood Continent, it was only because of its immense size.
To actually cross it would take at least half a day at the vessel’s maximum speed.
A faster journey could only be achieved by powerful cultivators capable of tearing through space and time.
Having trained hard the previous night, Victor chose to relax this time—enjoying the scenery while sipping wine and listening to people talk about the prominent figures of the academy, especially its teachers.
The sea air was incredibly refreshing.
He even felt like lying down to sleep, yet the sights beneath the ocean kept astonishing him.
He saw massive fish swimming in the depths, watching the humans passing above.
Even some turtles had shells as large as mountains.
The entire journey passed in what felt like an instant.
By midday, Victor saw a vast stretch of coastline.
In one area stood a towering wall surrounding numerous buildings, while outside it spread an enormous and bustling city.
The entire sky was covered by a massive energy dome, giving the impression of being completely impenetrable.
People couldn’t simply enter from above—they had to pass through the city’s outer routes.
The bald elder landed the vessel at a large and busy harbor.
Naturally, they received special treatment—no need to queue, with a designated docking area prepared for them.
The name "Russell" on their vessel was enough to intimidate the harbor managers, leaving others with no choice but to wait.
"Let’s go, let’s go!" the bald elder said excitedly.
He seemed to enjoy the liveliness of the city, his eyes wandering toward the many beautiful women around.
He clearly still had the tastes of a young man.
Victor didn’t look at any of them—yet he himself became the center of attention.
He only glanced at someone when he felt a sharp gaze directed at him.
And it turned out to be Lancelot and members of his sect.
They had arrived earlier and were already registered as academy students.
Their return had only been for the Tree of Life.
The bald elder glared at them but didn’t stop walking, continuing to lead the group into the city.
Bars and restaurants lined the streets, along with countless shops selling cultivation resources.
Entertainment venues?
Too many to count—and the bald elder peeked into each one with intense focus as they passed by.
They drew attention wherever they went due to their background, and Victor chose to walk behind with Emma, as the number of gazes on them had become overwhelming.
After walking an unknown number of kilometers, they finally arrived at a massive gate.
Heaven Emperor Academy was written grandly above it, radiating an aura of unparalleled majesty.
Not just in the human domain—even in other regions, there might be nothing older than Heaven Emperor Academy.
It had existed since the beginning of the era.
The Heaven Emperor himself remained a mysterious figure to this day.
Some claimed he was the first World Monarch of humanity—and even of the entire cultivation world—but there was no concrete proof.
Others believed he was simply an extraordinarily powerful cultivator, stronger than most World Monarchs.
The latter was more widely accepted, yet it still raised the question of how he had cultivated to such a level.
Trying to uncover the truth was pointless—there was no information to be found.
What truly mattered was his legacy: Heaven Emperor Academy itself, which continuously produced renowned teachers of exceptional skill.
Because of this, powerful sects and clans sent their disciples here to study.
"Elder Russell, welcome..." They were greeted by an old man in white robes with a long beard.
"Master Jones..." the bald elder replied warmly.
"Are these the disciples your clan has sent?" Master Jones asked, clearly a teacher.
"Yes, please take care of them. One of them is the son of our Lady," the bald elder answered.
"Don’t worry. They will be treated like any other students. We do not discriminate based on background..." Master Jones said.
"Alright, children, follow me!" he called out loudly.
"Young Master, please," Emma said, gesturing for Victor to proceed.
Victor nodded and followed Master Jones.
As he passed through the gate, he finally saw numerous young cultivators whose auras alone made it clear they were not to be underestimated.
As newcomers, they naturally drew attention.
"Children, from the moment you step through these gates, you are students and may participate in all our programs. If you demonstrate exceptional talent, you may even become the disciple of a renowned teacher," Master Jones explained.
"However, there is a limit to how long you can remain a student. That depends on your achievements. If you continue to excel—or even prove highly capable of guiding others—you may stay longer, even becoming a teacher yourself."
"Well, I believe that’s enough explanation. I’ll be leaving now. You may choose a residence among the vacant houses—or seize someone else’s if your strength is sufficient."
With that, he left, leaving the Russell Clan members somewhat confused by the lack of detailed guidance.
The old man truly didn’t treat them with any special privilege, even with Victor among them.
Just then, someone suddenly approached Victor—a young man with dark, curly hair.
He wore a black robe, with faint dark lines across his face.
"You must be Young Master Victor Russell," he said.
"Who are you?" Victor asked.
"My name is Evan. I have no surname. I am a personal disciple of the Shadow Master. My master sent me to welcome you and help you adapt to the academy. Of course, you may also study under the Shadow Master—if you wish," the young man replied.