Emperor's Reckoning

Chapter 1020 Graduation Event

Under the bright rays of the sun, Nirvana School came alive with vibrant colors and cheerful energy. The courtyard was adorned with colorful banners and streamers fluttering in the gentle breeze. Cultivators mingled, their faces adorned with wide smiles as they eagerly participated in the festive events.

The air was filled with the melodic sounds of music, as musicians played cheerful tunes on traditional instruments. Groups of cultivators formed circles, showcasing their talents in dancing, singing, and various forms of artistic expression. Laughter and applause filled the air, creating a joyful and lively ambiance.

Stalls were set up throughout the grounds, offering a delightful array of treats and delicacies. The scent of freshly baked pastries, sizzling snacks, and aromatic teas wafted through the air, enticing everyone with their tantalizing aromas. People gathered around, indulging in delicious food and engaging in animated conversations.

A massive stage had been erected, adorned with elegant decorations and colorful banners displaying the school's emblem. The stage served as the focal point, drawing everyone's attention with its vibrant presence. The seating area was filled to the brim with proud parents, and of course, the whole faculty office was there as well.

Marat was crossing his arms as he seat amongst the rest of the teachers... Cini, Rokh, Yama, Han, and last but not least, the quietish teacher, Vina.

Six teachers, six classes, yet the seventh one that had been swimming freely inside their minds in the last couple of months, were not present.

The crowd was tinged with a mix of anticipation, curiosity, and slight disappointment as they noticed the vacant seat reserved for the new teacher, Lyon. Whispers spread through the crowd, discussions filled with speculation about Lyon's absence and the significance it held. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelenglish.net . (f)ire

The three students, Noah, Reinhard, and Rayus, stood side by side, their gazes fixated on the empty seat reserved for their beloved teacher, Lyon. A mixture of emotions filled their hearts as they contemplated Lyon's absence from the momentous graduation event.

Six seats remained conspicuously empty, strategically placed to provide the best view of the graduation event. These seats were adorned with luxurious materials, their plush cushions and exquisite designs standing out among the rest. The anticipation among the crowd grew as whispers spread, for these seats were reserved for the esteemed young masters of the Six Clans of Sixth Heaven.

The Six Clans, renowned for their exceptional martial prowess and profound cultivation techniques, held great influence and respect within the realm. Their presence at the graduation event was highly anticipated, as it symbolized their recognition of the student's achievements and their commitment to nurturing the next generation of cultivators.

As the ceremony progressed, the anticipation heightened. All eyes darted toward the vacant seats, waiting for the arrival of the young masters. The air seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of their grand entrance.

"Am I the first one?" a voice was heard before Judsah and Old Gu sprung out of their seats and quickly hovered over to greet the young master.

"That teardrop mark on his forehead, that's young master Azleid of Teardrop Clan!"

He possessed an aura of calm authority, reflecting the wisdom and experience that belied his youthful appearance.

"Ah, young master Azleid, welcome!" said Old Gu as Judsah bowed with a smile.

"Good day," said Azleid before he scanned over the stage and paid no attention to the praises that mentioned his name. "I see, I am the first one."

"I-Indeed," said Old Gu, "If-If you don't mind, why not take a seat and enjoy our delicacies?"

"Heh," Nyi who sat on a somewhat VIP suite, smirked. Even he as the king was not received that well.

"I see that he has grown much stronger and wiser in the past three years," said King Aldric who sat beside him.

"Truly, one can only wonder what kind of resources they hold in Sixth Heaven," said Nyi before shaking his head, "I couldn't help but marvel."

Azleid nodded before slowly descending down, reaching toward an empty seat, then waiting for the others, though it didn't take him long.

The atmosphere was electrified with anticipation as a brilliant crimson lotus materialized in the sky, gracefully spinning and carrying the weightless form of Ning, the young master of the Red Lotus Clan. Her presence was like a mesmerizing dance, captivating the hearts, and minds of all who beheld her.

As the ethereal lotus descended, petals gently unfurled, revealing Ning standing with poise and elegance. Clad in flowing scarlet robes adorned with intricate lotus patterns, she exuded an air of enchantment and mystery. Her eyes, the color of fiery embers, sparkled with both determination and serenity.

Ning's arrival seemed to stir the very essence of the courtyard as if the vibrant energy of the Red Lotus Clan was being channeled through her. The cultivators watched in awe, their gazes fixed upon her, as if in a trance.

Known for their expertise in fire-based cultivation techniques, the Red Lotus Clan possessed an innate affinity for the element of flames. Ning embodied this affinity with her commanding presence, radiating warmth and intensity like a flickering inferno.

Her every movement mirrored the grace of a dancer, synchronized with the ethereal lotus beneath her. With each step, she seemed to leave behind a trail of embers, igniting the air with her sheer presence. The crowd was spellbound, their breath held as they witnessed her remarkable display.

Ning's gentle gaze swept across the gathered cultivators, acknowledging their presence with a slight nod. It was as if she understood the weight of their expectations and the responsibility that rested upon her shoulders as a young master of the Red Lotus Clan.

"It's Miss Ning..." one cultivator couldn't help but gulp down their senses. The woman was too beautiful for them to even meet in their dreams.

After the quick welcoming from Judsah and Old Gu, Lady Ning took a seat one space away from Azleid.

"Miss Ning, how are you?" asked Azleid.

Maintaining her smile, she nodded, "I'm good, how are you?"

"Same, but—"

The atmosphere grew hushed and expectant as the sound of a gentle breeze filled the air. All eyes turned skyward, their gazes fixed upon a figure that seemed to glide effortlessly through the heavens. It was Mavis, the young master of the esteemed Sky Clan, arriving with an ethereal grace that resembled riding upon a billowing cloud.

As Mavis descended, the surrounding cultivators watched in awe and wonder, their breaths held in anticipation. He appeared weightless, his movements as fluid as the winds that guided his descent. Clad in flowing azure robes that mirrored the color of the vast sky above, he embodied the tranquility and boundless freedom associated with the heavens themselves.

The mischievous young master grinned as he basked under the glow of their praises. He nodded at Old Gu and Judsah arriving before he himself went past them without waiting for the common pleasantries of words coming out of their rugged lips.

Unlike the other two, Mavis didn't reach for a seat but rather stood in front of the two with his hands on his waist. "Hah, it's so good to see you two arrived before me for once."

"Young master Mavis, you like to jest," said Ning smiled gently.

"It's pretty rare of you to let me come first," said Azleid.

"Yeah, I need to make a detour before coming here, I invite some friends to watch as well," said Mavis as he chuckled.

"Oh? I'm curious, whoever they might be?" asked Ning.

"Don't worry, they'll be arriving soon," said Mavis as he decided to sit amidst both of them. ( It's going to be a lot of fun! )

The three students stood among the crowd, their eyes wide with awe and admiration as they witnessed the arrival of the three young masters. Each young master exuded a unique presence that commanded attention and respect, leaving the students in a state of reverent fascination.

As Azleid, the young master of the Teardrop Clan, made his entrance, his dignified demeanor and regal aura captivated the onlookers. He carried himself with an air of wisdom and grace, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotions that seemed to hold the weight of countless experiences.

Next, Ning of the Red Lotus Clan descended from above, a vision of ethereal beauty. Her presence was enchanting, her movements as graceful as a delicate lotus petal floating on water. Her gentle passion and unwavering determination were evident in her gentle gaze, leaving an indelible impression on the students.

Finally, Mavis of the Sky Clan descended upon a cloud, his arrival reminiscent of a celestial being descending from the heavens. The students were awestruck by his profound connection to the sky element. His serene and composed demeanor inspired a sense of tranquility within the students' hearts.

As the three young masters took their places among the distinguished seats, the students felt a surge of inspiration and determination within themselves. They recognized the immense knowledge and skill possessed by these esteemed cultivators, and it fueled their own aspirations for greatness.