Rank 3 body in the high tier.
Rank 2 sea of consciousness.
And, at last, rank 2 dantian in the gaseous stage.
All Noah's centers of power had greatly benefitted from his enrollment in the academy.
In the two and a half years in which he had been a student, he had grown in all the fields where he was lacking.
His knowledge about cultivation had vastly increased after receiving the instructions of his professors.
All his techniques and spells had been upgraded according to his element and battle style, he wasn't the kid that had to accept anything that had a better rank than his current methods anymore.
He had also found a way to become an inscription master, paving the way to his future improvements.
'I don't have enough money to buy techniques of higher ranks and I'm not even sure that they would sell them to me without roping me in some deal. I've exhausted everything that the academy could have given me.'
Realization dawned upon him, he knew that it was time to leave.
