The Growth of a Titan in the Cultivation World
Chapter 49- Arriving at the Martial Alliance Academy

Chapter 49: Chapter 49- Arriving at the Martial Alliance Academy

Sol looked around, completely surprised.

They had appeared inside a forest; however, Sol could tell they weren’t in the Ibbian Mountain Range base of the unfamiliar shrubberies in the area. Plus, he didn’t sense any Spirit Essence in the surroundings, just an abundance of Aether Energy he had never felt before.

In an instant, the pain coming from Sol’s lungs faded away when he breathed in the Aether-filled air. However, he soon came back to his senses and looked down at Little Zeel in his arms.

"Little Zeel, are you okay?"

"Awoo..."

Sol patted Little Zeel’s head while his hand glowed with a green light.

"There, you should feel a bit better."

"Awoo."

While Sol comforted Little Zeel, the old man began carving runes below them once again. Without glancing up he commented.

"Perhaps you should have left that Beast inside the Mountain Range. It might not be able to handle the change in environment."

"Awoo! Awoo!"

Little Zeel instantly perked up after the old man said that.

"Haha, that’s right, my Little Zeel is strong."

The old man frowned but said nothing. After some time, he began forming hand signs to activate the teleportation runes.

With a flash from the runes, they were teleported once again.

Shiver.

As soon as Sol’s vision cleared up, his body quivered from the sudden coldness of the surroundings. It was like he had just been dumped into a bone-freezingly cold river. Looking around, all he saw was a white powder-like substance falling around him.

"What is this?"

He asked as he glanced down at the white stuff below him. The ground was covered in this thing, to the point where his feet were submerged past his ankles.

Lifting his foot, Sol shook it slightly and the powder-like substance fell off. Nothing was off about it, just that it released a slightly cold feeling, though not enough to affect him.

Seeing Sol’s odd reaction, the old man paused inscribing the runes and turned to look at his disciple with a skeptical expression on his face.

"Brat, are you talking about the snow?"

"Oh, is that what it’s called?"

The old man paused once again, and seeing how Sol as well as Little Zeel were looking at the snow in the surroundings with amazed expressions, he blinked once, then twice, and finally a third time. He then slowly realized he may have messed up.

’Did I not teach him about things like this?’

The old man tried to recall if he had ever taught Sol these basic things about the outside world like he said he would, but he couldn’t remember if he ever did.

He did teach Sol some of the languages he knew and a few other things along with giving him those books, but he might have forgotten to continue due to the lack of time. He also wasn’t sure if those books he left him contained information on such obvious things.

Suddenly, the old man shook his head to clear his thoughts.

’Oh well, he might look crazy to others, but he’ll find out these things on his own eventually.’

After resigning to this fact, the old man waved his hand and cleared the snow below them. He then knelt and began carving runes onto the ground.

"Master, is there a reason why we’re teleporting instead of flying?"

"What? Do you know how far away the Martial Alliance Academy is? Even with my flying speed, it will take a few weeks at the very least to reach there."

"Really? Then how did those cultivators fly to the Ibbian Mountain Range on their swords?"

"Brat, they didn’t fly there. A city was built some distance away from the Mountain Range along with a teleportation circle. All those people you saw use that teleportation circle and then flew to the Mountain Range."

"So, teleportation is the main mode of travel and not flying carriages?"

"Ugh, brat forget about those books I gave you. When you reach the Martial Alliance Academy use their library to learn about the world."

"So Master, you finally decided to admit you were teaching me outdated crap."

Snort!

The old man released a heavy snort and then said begrudgingly.

"The information was only a few years old..."

After saying this, the old man formed a hand sign and they teleported once again.

Looking around, Sol saw that they were on the peak of a mountain.

"Did we finally reach those mountains I saw before?"

"Brat, we are thousands of kilometers away from those mountains. We have long past them."

"What?! We have?!"

Sol was surprised, and he began to look around more curiously. But it didn’t take long for the old man to teleport them once again.

After teleportation a few more times, Sol and even Litle Zeel was starting to get used to it.

After nearly a dozen teleportation, and seeing numerous sceneries for the first time, Sol suddenly came face to face with a large wall. His gaze involuntarily rose to the sky following the wall up, but shockingly, he couldn’t see the top of the wall from where he was standing.

"Brat, we’ve reached the city where the Martial Alliance Academy is located. Follow me."

Sol dazedly followed behind his Master as they walked towards a large gate.

A few people were seen in lines entering the city. After joining the line, they reached the guards at the gate, who soon finished checking what seemed to be a small jade object Sol recognized as identity jade tokens, of the people in front.

It was their turn, and Sol saw his Master flip over his hand and take out a similar jade token that had a name carved on it. He tried to read the name on it but was unable to because his Master flipped his hand again, making it disappear. However, whatever was on it made the cold expression on the guards’ faces change.

One of the guard’s opened his mouth about to speak, but before he could say anything, the old man said.

"There’s no need to announce my visit, is there?"

The guard’s mouth immediately clamped shut. Then ignoring him, the old man entered through the gate followed by his unnaturally quiet disciple.

That being said, Sol was internally marveling at the wall as he walked through the large gate. It must be around thirty meters thick!

Upon reaching the other side of the gate, Sol’s once darkened vision brightened. He had to close his eyes for a moment, but when his eyes adjusted to the light he was stumped by what he saw.

In the sky, numerous people on swords flew by. Some even came landing beside him to leave through the gate.

The village boy could not help but observed these people with open curiosity. After he was done with that, he moved his focus onto the buildings a head.

They were large and several stories tall.

Sol could see the names of the buildings written on top of their entrances, and even though the names didn’t mean anything to him, they still looked grand in his eyes.

Quickly, Sol gazed shifted to the people leaving these buildings, and surprisingly, he saw that most were kids, either around his age or slightly older than him.

They were dressed neatly, and they all had people following behind them while carrying expensive-looking items.

One thing Sol noticed was that these youths wore robes with similar designs on the back.

The design was the head of a golden dragon that was roaring towards the sky. As for the dragon’s tail, it wrapped around the tail end of the robes.

Sol got the feeling the design was meant to signify that these youths were dragons about to soar to the heavens.

Noticing Sol’s gaze, a few of them paused, taken aback by his looks. But upon realizing his plain robes, looks of curiosity appeared in their eyes.

Sol’s handsome appearance was too much of a contrast with his ordinary-looking robes.

It’s as if a prince was trying to dress like a commoner. It was a really strange sight.

However, these youths soon turned away. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen weirder things before, just that Sol had slightly caught their attention.

"Brat, what did I say about staring like a fool? You’re making me look bad."

Sol wore a weird expression as he glanced at the dirty, disheveled robes his Master was wearing. He looked like a roadside beggar. However, Sol chose not to say anything.

The old man soon unceremoniously grabbed Sol by the waist of his pants and flew into the air.

Little Zeel had long hidden himself in Sol’s robes.

After flying for some time, Sol saw a large mountain in the distance. Upon coming closer, he saw that there was a long flight of stairs leading up to its peak.

Meanwhile, at the base of the mountain, an endless sea of people was gathered. The cacophony of noise they made entered Sol’s ears as his Master landed some distance away from the edge of the crowd.

"Brat, we’re here. After climbing these steps you’ll reach the Martial Alliance Academy. Hurry and go on ahead."