Floating Island - Triple S Talent

The staff member landed lightly on the ground, maintaining perfect balance before stepping toward the table where Elen and Nita were seated. His stride was firm but unhurried, signaling that the news he carried was significant, though not an emergency.

"Greetings to the Queen. Greetings to the Headmistress," the staff member said, bowing slightly with respect before continuing his report.

"Apologies, Miss. Instructor Rakar has returned. This time, he is not alone. He has come with a group claiming to be from the Iron Fist Sect." His voice was clear and firm, ensuring that the information was well understood.

Hearing the news, Elen's eyebrows furrowed slightly. For a moment, the gentle look in her eyes sharpened, revealing the displeasure beginning to radiate from her. She slowly stood up, her posture still composed, yet there was an unspoken anger in her tone.

"This man..." Elen let out a long sigh, her voice barely a whisper. "It seems I was too lenient with him."

A few days ago, a dispute arose between two instructors from different realms who were teaching at the academy—Instructor Lei Yuan and Instructor Rakar. The conflict stemmed from their differing teaching philosophies. Lei Yuan emphasized understanding energy as the foundation of training, while Rakar firmly believed that physical strength should be honed first before a student could comprehend energy.

The conflict escalated when a student under Lei Yuan was bullied by those who favored Rakar's methods. Lei Yuan intervened, punishing the bullies, but Rakar refused to accept it. He argued that those punished were merely stating a fact—that weakness should not be tolerated.

A duel became inevitable. Under Elen's supervision as the mediator, the two fought fairly. The result was clear—Lei Yuan won, and Rakar lost. Following the duel, Elen ruled that their teaching methods should not negate one another but instead work together to create a more effective learning experience for the students.

However, it was now evident that Rakar refused to accept reality. He had not taken his defeat as a lesson but as a humiliation that needed avenging. And now, he had brought his sect to seek retribution.

"Hm… I expected those people wouldn't accept defeat so easily," Nita remarked from the side, her tone flat, but with a hint of sarcasm.

When they first arrived in this realm, apart from the Guandu Realm, Nita had realized that most cultivator rulers were people who harbored grudges. They lived by the law of the jungle, where strength was the only recognized rule. The strong ruled, while the weak had to submit or be erased.

"So, what now?" Nita continued, glancing at Elen calmly. "Do you want my help?" There was a casual tone in her voice, but her gaze hinted that she was ready to step in at any moment.

"No need, Sister. I can handle it," Elen replied confidently. She then activated her flying platform, a device large enough to accommodate three people.

"Let's go meet them," she said, glancing at the staff member.

The staff member quickly stepped onto the platform, followed by Nita. Without hesitation, Elen controlled the platform, and it began to lift, gliding away from their location.

Cold air brushed against their faces as the platform moved steadily towards the academy below the mountain. From a distance, the academy stood majestically, its architecture a blend of tradition and modern technology. The energy crystal lights installed at various points cast a soft glow, enhancing the elegance of the place.

Upon arriving at the academy's back garden, Elen stepped off the platform immediately without waiting for the others. Nita and the female staff member followed behind her, walking through the academy corridors leading to the main hall.

As they approached the hall, the sound of an argument became faintly audible, growing clearer with each step. The raised voices, full of tension, indicated the escalating conflict inside.

Elen's pace instinctively quickened. Her expression turned cold, her eyes sharp, as if she had already anticipated the situation awaiting her. Nita, walking beside her, stole a glance—she could sense the shift in Elen's aura.

Finally, they reached the entrance of the main hall. Without hesitation, Elen pushed open the large doors, and instantly, the tense atmosphere within greeted them.

In the center of the room, two large groups stood facing each other—on one side, Instructor Rakar with a group of uniformed individuals from the Iron Fist Sect, while on the other, the academy's deans and senior instructors sat in an orderly formation, striving to maintain their authoritative demeanor amidst the brewing conflict.

Master Garron, a large-built man clad in a black robe embroidered with gold, sat with a relaxed yet intimidating posture. His sharp gaze scrutinized the academy instructors, his eyes carrying the presence of a predator evaluating its prey. He was one of the senior figures of the Iron Fist Sect, arriving at the academy with demands yet to be fully revealed.

Beside him, Rakar stood tall. His posture was rigid, his short silver hair adding to his stern demeanor. The black-and-gold light armor he wore gleamed under the hall's illumination, enhancing his imposing presence. His jaw was clenched, his eyes burning with resentment as he glared at his opponents in the debate.

Behind them, several fighters from the Iron Fist Sect stood with confident expressions, their chests puffed out as if challenging anyone who dared to oppose them.

Meanwhile, on the academy's side, Vice Headmaster Periaki sat in his chair with a calm yet firm demeanor. His white robe draped perfectly, reflecting his high status. He led the discussion with authority, though it was evident that tension among the academy's instructors was growing.

Beside him, Lei Yun sat in silence, his sharp eyes keenly observing every movement with careful calculation. His arms were crossed over his chest, his posture appearing composed, but the tension in the air made the atmosphere feel increasingly heavy.

The other senior instructors were also present—some remained neutral, while others subtly displayed expressions of disapproval.

The room was filled with a palpable tension. This was not just an ordinary debate—it was a clash of two opposing ideologies, and more than that, a battle of pride and personal ambition. Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire