The Martial Unity

There was a small buzz among the lowest classes of the Floating Sect. Rui's domineering performance against Squire Seronin was quite attention-drawing to many Guardians.

"It looks like his victory against Saiwal was not a fluke."

"It seems that… he probably won't remain in the tenth class for too long."

"What a dark horse. We'll have to be careful of him."

Of course, any attention that he got was not positive. In the Floating Sect, Martial Artists that drew attention, drew attention for one reason only; Power. Within the Floating Sect, powerful Martial Artists were threats to other powerful Martial Artists, since they possessed the qualifications and the ability to take their chamber from them.

Particularly, the ninth class of Martial Artists had taken note of him more than others. Rui had already made his jump to the top of the tenth class, thus the Martial Artists of the tenth class were not worried about him, he had already gone above them, thus he wouldn't aim for their chambers and thus wasn't a threat to any of them.

Instead, it was the ninth class that was wary of him.

Thankfully, Rui did not run into any more 'bullies'. Guardian Drevolus and guardian Fraztil avoided him like the plague, refusing to be anywhere near him. After all, not only did he beat them, he went on to crush guardian Seronin with a ferocious dominance unlike anybody else but those of higher classes could do so.

Just when he was returning back to his chamber, he was stopped by a staff member. "Guardian Falken."

"Hm?"

"Senior Xanarn has summoned you. Please head to the central chambers of the island as soon as you are able to."

Thank you for

her because she was mentioned as a part of the necessary knowledge that all guardians needed

from him. At this point in time, he did not possess any particular significance. Sure, he had jumped to the nine hundredth chamber in one go, but that did not make him truly special. Thus far, his performances, while impressive, did not

that the Martial Seniors interacted with the Martial Squires of the Floating Sect, mentoring them lightly,

individually. Even if they spent all their time doing that, they would not be able to do so for all one

and the most worthy of Martial Squires were worth their

delay the meeting. He quickly traveled toward the center of the Floating Island, traveling deeper into it than he

the gravity and the air pressure got stronger and stronger, and the density of air had almost reached that of solid, so much

more nourishing and fulfilling. He could probably spend an

what the Martial Artists of the higher classes train under every day, huh?') Rui winced a little as cracked his neck. ('Just standing is a form of training

his Primordial Instinct picked up on

The sensation was unmistakable.

Senior.')

or incredulity at the thought of meeting one. He had met multiple Martial Seniors, he had even taught

head with respect and deference. "It's an honor to meet

life of its own. She exuded

was distinct from the deep stoic confidence