Volume One: Awakening of the Dragon Soul Chapter 80: Legend-The Dragon and the Boy(Shwey Moonlight)

“Welcome to Han Chuan Academy!”

Amid the lively cheers, Mo Xing disembarked from the divine airship along with the others.

Not long ago, the airship had departed from Dragon Chant Gorge, and with favorable winds, it arrived smoothly at the Han Chuan Academy’s airfield.

The architecture of Han Chuan Academy was distinctly Gothic, reminiscent of medieval Europe: soaring spires, pointed arches, grand windows, and stained glass adorned with legendary figures and tales. Its majestic appearance and intricate stone carvings evoked a powerful sense of mystery and reverence.

Just as described in the textbooks, the faculty and students of Han Chuan Academy were a diverse gathering of races. There were humans of every skin color, dragonkin with pointed ears, and members of the Sealed Sky Clan, whose eyes were marked with delicate tracery.

Han Chuan—like the vast sea that welcomes a hundred rivers.

“Long time no see, Shiyan!”

Mo Xing snapped back to reality, glancing over to see a man with pale blue hair, pointed ears, and dressed in a light purple robe, reaching out to Shiyan. A strange feeling stirred in his heart.

“Long time no see, Chu Fengyun,” Shiyan responded with a slight nod, but did not take his hand.

“Haha, still refusing to shake hands with me!” Chu Fengyun scratched his head with a grin, then glanced elsewhere. “Oh! Xia Ningxin is here too!”

Walking at the back, Xia Ningxin didn’t even glance at him. She simply said coldly, “Get lost.”

“Still so aloof!” Chu Fengyun chuckled. “By the way, where’s Zhang Zhihao? I haven’t seen him around.”

Xia Ningxin ignored him and walked ahead.

“He’s resting in his room on the airship,” Mo Xing replied.

“Huh? Even he can get tired?” Chu Fengyun exclaimed in surprise. “That’s not like him at all!”

“By the way, little brother, who might you be?” Chu Fengyun gave Mo Xing an appraising look. “I don’t recall seeing you before.”

“Uh…” Mo Xing scratched his head. “Maybe because I’m a freshman…”

“Impressive!” Chu Fengyun praised. “For a freshman to be involved in this kind of operation, you must be quite capable!”

“Let’s be friends!” Chu Fengyun extended his hand with a cheerful smile.

“Um…” Mo Xing felt at a loss.

What should he do?

Suddenly, a slender hand tugged at his sleeve, pulling him forward.

He turned to see that it was Shiyan.

“Come on, let’s not chat. We should catch up with the main group, or we’ll be left behind,” Shiyan said softly.

“All right!” Mo Xing immediately matched his pace to hers, leaving Chu Fengyun standing behind.

“Honestly, why are they all like this?” Chu Fengyun muttered in confusion.

After a while—

“What kind of person is this Chu Fengyun?” Mo Xing asked curiously.

“How should I put it…” Shiyan paused for a moment. “He’s the ace student of Han Chuan Academy, and also a dragonkin mage proficient in five elements.”

“Proficient… in five elements? That’s incredible!” Mo Xing exclaimed. According to the textbooks, elemental mages typically master two to five elements.

To merely master them is the most basic requirement. True proficiency requires extensive theoretical knowledge, constant practice, and application in real battle—a mastery honed to perfection.

For someone to be proficient in all five elements at once—just how powerful was Chu Fengyun?

“Yes, that’s right.” Shiyan nodded. “In the last Academy League Summer Cup team tournament, he led Han Chuan Academy all the way to the finals, only to narrowly lose to our school.”

“That final was one of the most classic matches of the past decade. Many of Chu Fengyun’s brilliant plays were recorded and are widely circulated,” Shiyan added. “There are even many who believe he has the potential to become the next King of Mages.”

“My goodness, was it rude of me not to shake his hand just now?” Mo Xing scratched his head anxiously.

“It’s all right, he wouldn’t take it to heart,” Shiyan reassured him.

“All right then.”

Mo Xing nodded. Suddenly, a figure darted up beside them.

“Hey! I’m back!” Chu Fengyun appeared before them. “I think I just heard Shiyan praising me!”

“Uh…” Shiyan’s expression darkened.

“Chu Fengyun? Why did you follow us?” Mo Xing frowned. The way Chu Fengyun kept calling everyone ‘sister’ gave off the air of a carefree philanderer.

“I just got word from the headmaster. He asked me to escort your academy to the designated assembly place.” Chu Fengyun grinned.

“I see… Thank you…” Mo Xing scratched his head. “But our mentor said he knows the way.”

“Your mentor? Who’s that?” Chu Fengyun asked curiously. Han Chuan Academy occupied a third of Dragonfang Island, its buildings and natural scenery interwoven into a maze of peaks—students could easily lose their way, let alone an outsider.

A short while later—

Han Chuan Academy, Hall of Heroes.

“Su Yunzhou?”

The robed elders flanking the entrance recognized the leader of the Sacred Sky Royal Academy’s delegation.

“Long time no see, elders,” Su Yunzhou replied with a gentle smile.

“Yes, it’s been too long. I remember when you were a mischievous student at Han Chuan Academy!” One of the elders chuckled. “You’ve matured quite a bit now, and even become a mentor at Sacred Sky Royal Academy. Well done!”

“Let’s catch up another time,” Su Yunzhou nodded. “We shouldn’t keep Principal Shadowdancer waiting.”

“Of course, please come in.”

The elder gestured in welcome, making way for the Sacred Sky Royal Academy delegation to enter the great hall.

“Impressive! Your mentor is Su Yunzhou, the famed Han Chuan alumnus. Those old folks are always bragging about how amazing he was!” Chu Fengyun whispered in admiration from the back of the group. “Having him lead the Sacred Sky delegation for this mission is truly a wise choice!”

“You could hear all that from so far away?” Mo Xing asked.

“Of course! I always scored high on listening exams!” Chu Fengyun replied proudly.

“Huh? There are listening exams?” Mo Xing scratched his head, recalling the terror of English listening tests in the past.

“Yep, Su Yunzhou actually created this course,” Chu Fengyun nodded. “Your school should offer it as an elective too!”

“I… I’m not sure about that.” Mo Xing hesitated and turned to Shiyan. “Shiyan, do we have that class?”

“Yes,” Shiyan replied. “I took it as an elective.”

“Heh, what was your score, Shiyan? Eighty or ninety?” Chu Fengyun grinned.

“Full marks,” Shiyan replied coolly.

“Wow! Shiyan, you’re amazing!” Chu Fengyun beamed, only for someone to tug at his collar.

“You again, flirting with the girls?” The elder at the door arched an eyebrow, blocking Chu Fengyun’s way.

“I wasn’t, teacher!” Chu Fengyun protested with a sheepish grin. “Just chatting, that’s all!”

“Save it. Han Chuan Academy’s assembly point is to the left. Don’t get lost,” the elder said, letting him go.

“All right, all right!” Chu Fengyun scampered off.

Once he was gone, Mo Xing and Shiyan let out a simultaneous sigh, then exchanged a knowing glance.

“Um…” they both began at once.

“You go first,” they echoed, cheeks flushing as they looked down in embarrassment.

A moment of silence passed. Then, from the upper reaches of the hall, a majestic sound like bells from the heavens resounded.

Mo Xing looked up, finally taking in the interior of the hall: At each end of the main wings were grand rose windows, their stained glass resplendent with colors, depicting all manner of legendary figures and tales. The brilliance and intricacy of the glasswork gave the impression of a dazzling star shining within, casting a myriad of colored lights upon every corner of the hall.

“How magnificent…”

Mo Xing was at a loss for words. If he had to make a comparison, this hall was every bit as grand as Notre-Dame Cathedral!

“Indeed…” Shiyan murmured, equally awestruck.

Just then, the surging bells ceased, and an ancient chant rose, its melody mournful and haunting.

“It’s Ancient Draconic,” Shiyan said. “Though I can’t make out all the words, I can feel it’s a tragic legend.”

“I… understood it…” Mo Xing said, his voice trembling. “The meaning of the song…”

“Huh?” Shiyan turned to him and saw tears streaming down his face, each drop heavy with sorrow.

“Long ago, there were twin siblings, bound by blood and deep affection. One day, the brother declared he wished to change the world. The sister did not fully understand, but she did not oppose him.

“Later, the sister befriended three others. Together, they endured countless trials and became the brightest stars in the world. The brother, hearing of this, worked hard to overcome many rivals, becoming as accomplished as his sister.

“But their relationship had long since faded, while the sister grew closer to her three companions. The brother’s jealousy grew. Seizing an opportunity, he secretly planted a seed of evil in the world and set out on a path of extreme pursuit of power.

“When things neared the point of no return, the sister, steeling her heart, joined with her three companions to judge her brother.

“In the end, the sister died in sorrow, the sky torn open, and torrential rain fell unceasingly for years.”

As the mournful song ended, Mo Xing wiped his reddened eyes and stopped his tears.

“Mo Xing… are you all right?” Shiyan asked, concerned.

“I’m fine, really. I’m just not used to sad songs,” Mo Xing waved his hand. “I’m a bit sentimental, easily moved by such things.”

“I’m not used to them either,” Shiyan smiled, seeing Mo Xing return to normal. “No one truly enjoys such sorrow.”

“Mm.” Mo Xing nodded.

Suddenly, nine radiant beams of light appeared before them. Amid the startled exclamations of the crowd, nine figures in dragon-embroidered robes materialized at the very center of the hall.

Unlike the elders on either side, the central figure was somewhat younger. His flowing hair shimmered with golden light, the dragon patterns on his robe coiling in slow motion. His sharp gaze and commanding presence gave him the air of a descending god.

He pressed his fists together in greeting, lips moving slightly, and a deep, powerful voice echoed through the hall:

“My sincere gratitude to the academies who have answered my invitation and come to Dragonfang Island, extending their aid to resolve the crisis in the dragonkin’s forbidden land!”

—— Idle Chatter by the Pit ——

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