Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur was now speaking without any room for others to intervene. At this moment he was acting as always, the unshakable pillar of the empire, the one who truly led everyone all this way towards this point.

"So we can't let that happen. In fact the academy concept isn't bad, but not in that divided way. We need to build an academy, a grand , single and unified academy where all of us will work together to bring the best out of our kids."

He finally said what he had in mind. As he didn't object totally over the concept of the academies, the eyes of everyone showed their agreement and understanding.

What was the point in making different academies? None of them lacked or craved to be a leader or something. If so then they wouldn't have ended up being beside Arthur.

Those who came from the higher realms chose to stand with Arthur in heart and mind. They were convinced with his deeds and will, not questioning his brilliant future.

So when he proposed to merge everything under the single banner of one academy, none of them argued or objected.

"This one academy is a good thing," Sara was the only one to speak at this moment, "but how are we going to arrange things inside? We, after all, belong to many different forces and different ways of thinking and training."

Arthur knew this was true, so instead of using flashy words and big symbols, he simply explained in plain words:

"Each one of you will have a separate training ground. We can call it peaks, like mountain peaks."

"Peaks?" Everyone gazed at each other, astonished by this weird name.Â

"A peak is a symbol, like a mountain pushing all the way against the shackles of the ground and world, soaring towards the sky, aiming to touch heavens. Each peak led by you will be like this, a place where anyone has a chance to become a true powerhouse of the empire, a powerhouse recognized by the entire universe and even higher realms."

His words ignited the excitement inside each of them. And how could they not be? After all this simple concept that Arthur brought with from the cultivation world was all new to them, even to the higher realmers as well.

"So we are going to have an academy with peaks, right?" Amera tried to ask about something but Arthur interrupted her as he said:

"It won't be called an academy. To distinguish it from any other academy in the entire universe, we'll call it the blue imperial dragonair sect."

"Sect?"

This time the shock in many eyes wasn't small. Many of those sitting here accompanied Arthur before when he went to support that sect. The consequences of that move and the tedious journey that followed was still engraved in their minds.

So when he mentioned the word sect, not a few sitting here had their faces changed.

"A sect isn't just a place like an academy. I want to introduce you to something you aren't familiar with in this world."

As he said these mysterious words, he took out many copies which he took before. Each copy was thrown to those sitting in front of him, letting each take a deep glance at the booklets he just gave to them.

Each booklet had few papers, not exceeding ten by most. Many drawings and few words were in each page, even some pages were entirely void of any words.

At first no one paid much attention to these books and drawings, but the more they read, the more they became absorbed into these booklets.

Arthur sat in silence while watching the reaction over their faces. The ones sitting in front of him were his most trustworthy subordinates. Most of them had lived for long years already, making it difficult to step into the cultivation path by common sense.

However he didn't doubt their talents. After all, the path of cultivation wasn't that strange from the path of their training here; both required talent.

To reach to the point each stood at, the peaks they owned weren't simply accomplished by mere luck. Each one had a monstrous level of talent, making Arthur raise his expectations.

And he was right in doing so.

Just as everyone bypassed their first ignorant reaction, they became deeply absorbed in reading the booklets. The cultivation ways that he selected and threw to them weren't random.

He selected the ones he believed to truly fit his people, and they were the highest level of cultivation suitable to each of them.

And when he threw these booklets to them, he did this on purpose and with intention and attention. As a result, not a single one could raise his or her head from the booklet, not even after an entire day and night passed.

Arthur didn't hurry or interrupt them. He knew the value of getting enlightened. The biggest value came from the purest and longest enlightenment, which was usually the first time anyone would get such a chance.

So he watched his trustworthy circle of powerhouses in contentment and pleasure, nodding his head from time to time when he noticed a few sparks of light gathering up around any of them.

Such a reaction meant that person already got into a deep stage of enlightenment. And what did that mean? Looking at the current circumstances, Arthur was quite sure that his people would all turn into cultivators the moment their enlightenment would be over.

However he underestimated their talents. Not a single one of them was weakling or mediocre. Even his friends, even Ron and others who came with him from his village.

In fact Arthur paid extra attention to their talents from the first moment. Except for the long and hard challenges he was faced with, he would have nourished their talents further.

However what he did was enough. Each one of them wasn't much inferior to any powerhouse coming from a prestigious clan in the high realm.

The one day and night extended, and in a blink of an eye an entire week passed with everyone engulfed with the light and power of enlightenment, giving Arthur an eerie feeling that he missed since coming here from his cultivation world.

"Prodigies'¦" he couldn't help but mutter to himself from time to time, "I have gathered an army of geniuses and prodigies around me'¦ How lucky and blessed am I?"