Lirian woke up and walked out of the room, it was late in the night and he needed some fresh air, his body had healed perfectly and someone had cleaned up all the dried blood of him and put on a fresh set of clothes.
The wounds caused by a tribulation would heal as soon the tribulation came to an end, however, it did nothing to remove one's exhaustion or replace what you lose during the tribulation, so if someone loses a limb it will be gone forever, but any superficial wounds would heal.
The study was empty when he got down, so he went out into the courtyard, the ground remained as it did after his spar against his mother that lasted for an entire day, the grass grew in patches highlighting the land they had stepped on, from above it looked like a crop circle burned into the ground.
The laws still shrouded his blood that fell on that day and shone under the light of the stars.
Lirian grasped onto the energy of the world and he let out an intoxicated moan as it coursed throughout his body, this feeling was like the bliss that only a drug could provide and he felt more tempted than ever before to begin his cultivation.
He forced himself to release the energy around him and the rush faded away leaving his body in a state of limbo, he sunk to the ground and let the small winds curdle his hair as he gazed up into the night sky.
He smiled with satisfaction as he gazed at his fate particles, he had done what he needed to do, his achievement of opening all 108 energy points as a mortal, it gave him 1 quadrillion fate particles, if he hadn't originally been a god, he was sure that he would have gotten a thousand times more than that, but he didn't complain, it was the easiest particles he ever collected.
He quickly transferred it into the system and sighed in happiness as its calculating speed reached that of a fifth-grade immortal.
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It was a bright and sunny day when, and Lirian was happy that he didn't have to start his school year with a fiasco, there were no fools throwing their lives away by trying to abduct him but it didn't stop Anya from feeling stressed.
"Do you think that whoever has been behind these attacks is going to make a move?" he asked in the quietness of the limo.
Anya could feel it in her bones, something big was going to happen soon, she always trusted her instincts on matters like this, and after Lirian told her that her affinity with fate made her sixth sense a lot sharper than the average person she had all the more reason to trust in this feeling.
She pulled a case out of her storage ring and gave it to Lirian.
He opened it curiously and picked up its contents with fascination, "An energy module weapon, it's illegal for me to be running around with this, this is only available to the planetary guards and military offices.", that she was letting him have something as dangerous as this meant that something had her spooked.
"Her Majesty told me to only give it to you if I felt it was necessary, now don't go flashing it around and keep it in your bag at all times." her voice was filled with heavy concern, this feeling was worse than she expected, in the beginning, she doubted that anyone very important would move against Lirian but the feeling she was getting made her feel that her judgement was wrong.
Lirian tinkered with the energy weapon for a little bit, it was something really dangerous for him to be carrying around, a single shot from this thing would easily be able to level the entire academy and if he focused the beam onto a single spot it could blow a hole 3km deep into the crust of a planet.
He did find it strange that she was so concerned because he barely felt any danger at all even the system didn't detect anything worthy of worry.
He put the blaster away and carried on with his school day, his class was very different now compared to five years ago, now that everyone had officially entered the ranks of cultivators, they were a lot bolder and pumped up with confidence.
But they still trod carefully around him, even with their newfound power it was impossible for them to forget that first day, the power they currently wielded was pitiful in comparison, which served to drive them even harder to push themselves.
There was a lot of talk about the expeditions they would go on starting this year and within five minutes of the first lesson they were all put into mandatory classes for combat training.
The class quickly left for the 28-floor training grounds.
"At least it will be inside the school," Shen Lim was saying to Lirian as they rode the elevator, ", imagine if we had to go out into the sun in the middle of summer, I bet they wouldn't even allow us to use some sunblock."
"I heard that they turn up the heat on the 28th floor during training, we'll probably be wishing for the sun when they are done with us," Lucas added from the side while chewing on a piece of gum.
"By the way, I heard that we are getting some retired squadron commander as our teacher for combat training," he told the class.
"He isn't just any squadron commander," Sarah Jane said excitedly, "He's from the direct line of my family, and was the head of the lords personal guard at one point."
The students were all excited as the elevator stopped, as soon as the doors opened waves of heat slammed into them, the air was rippling around them from the constant heat creating visible waves in the air.
They all took a deep breath and adjusted themselves to the hot and thin air before moving out, one of the boys Mordred laughed as they were moving out and everyone stopped to look at him.
As he noticed the stares he laughed a little more before explaining, "If we really have a former squadron commander from an advanced world, the other classes are going to die of jealousy when they find out." he continued to laugh as he thought about how he could rub it in his ex-girlfriends face from class 5-C.
Most of them just shook their heads at his pettiness, it was no secret that he had a bad break-up with Mizuhara in class 5-C, she spread rumors everywhere about him being equipped with a small weapon and rumors like those never die down.
They soon arrived at the training area, the area was covered in a layer of soil and not a single blade of grass could be seen other than that there was a series of different courses for students to try as well as a stack of different weapons lined up for combat training.
Miss Hira was already waiting for them besides the new instructor as they lined up, she came forward to introduce the instructor, "Everyone I'd like to introduce you to former squadron commander Alastor Jane," she smiled brightly almost fawning over him as he stepped forward with a bright smile.
He had short blonde hair and a towering body of pure muscle that could crush mountains as if they were made of twigs, she touched his arm as he came forward and flashed him her best smile.
She was being so obvious that even the students found it hard to watch, she was a beautiful woman by any person's standards and she knew well how to flaunt herself but to her dismay, Alastor frowned slightly and dismissed her.
He slowly walked forward and went past each student as he passed each one, they started to tremble violently and as they sunk to their knees, he moved onto the next one not saying a word to them.
It was done with perfect measure and his pace didn't change one bit but the students fell one after the other like dominoes.
Lirian cursed him inwardly as he approached, he was leaking a little bit of his saints' grace energy to pressure the students as he walked past them and as he reached Lirian he strode by leisurely.
As the energy seeped into him Lirian did his best to stop it from affecting him, he continuously suppressed it but the energy of a grade-seven saint was no joke and what was worse was that the ass put even more pressure on him than any of the other students and he had started to pressure him when he was still five students away.
Lirian clicked his tongue in dismay as he folded under the pressure and it was even faster than the other students, before the commander even stood in front of him, he fell to his knees without any breath.
He had the excuse that he wasn't a cultivator but it still felt like crap to him, after all, he was forced to endure more pressure than any of the others and for longer but it looked like he folded in less than a second.
When he looked up Alastor mouthed a few words to him and smirked, before anyone noticed he moved past Lirian to stand in front of the class.