SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The first rays of dawn filtered through the dense canopy of the Mountain Devil Forest as Tang Zi and Kent stood at the edge fresh water pond, ready for the day's journey.

"We're heading to a place called Thunderstrike rock hill. It's known for its relentless storms, perfect for tempering your body and mind." Tang Zi said, his voice firm.

Kent nodded, feeling a mix of anticipation and determination. Without another word, they set off, running through the forest with the speed and agility of wild beasts. Tang Zi led the way, his movements fluid and powerful, leaping from tree to tree with the grace of a monkey. Kent followed, mimicking his master's movements as best he could.

They ran tirelessly, the forest blurring around them. They scaled small hills, their muscles burning with effort, and jumped across ravines, their senses heightened by the constant challenge of the terrain.

The journey was grueling, but Kent felt a growing exhilaration as he pushed his body to its limits, the thrill of the challenge driving him forward.

By midday, they paused briefly on a rocky outcrop to catch their breath. Tang Zi looked at Kent, noting his gasping state. "You're doing well. Keep this pace, and you'll see the benefits soon."

Kent nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow.

They continued their journey, the terrain becoming more rugged as they neared their destination. The sky darkened with storm clouds, and the air grew charged with electricity. By late afternoon, they reached the base of Thunderstrike Summit, a small mountain known for its perpetual storms.

The summit loomed above them, its peak shrouded in dark, swirling clouds. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by the rumble of thunder. The wind howled through the trees, and the air was thick with the scent of rain and ozone.

Tang Zi stopped, turning to Kent. "This is Thunderstrike Summit. The storms here are fierce and unrelenting, perfect for tempering your body and mind. Follow me closely."

They began their ascent, climbing the rocky slopes with practiced ease. The storm intensified as they climbed higher, rain lashing at them and lightning crackling in the air. Kent felt his heart pounding in his chest, both from the exertion and the raw power of the storm around them.

Finally, they reached a small plateau near the summit, a flat area surrounded by jagged rocks. The storm was at its fiercest here, the wind howling and lightning striking all around them. Tang Zi motioned for Kent to sit in the center of the plateau.

"This is where you will meditate," Tang Zi said, his voice barely audible over the roar of the storm. "The storm's energy will help you attain the first stage of Tyrant summit. Sit cross-legged and focus on your breathing. Let the storm's energy flow through you, but do not let it overwhelm you."

Kent nodded and sat down, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. The rain pounded against his skin, and the wind whipped around him, but he focused on his breathing, finding a calm center amidst the chaos.

Tang Zi watched him closely, his eyes sharp. "Feel the energy of the storm. Let it enter your body and strengthen you. This is not just about physical endurance; it's about mental fortitude. You must learn to remain calm and focused, even in the face of overwhelming power."

Kent focused, feeling the storm's energy coursing through him. It was like trying to harness a wild, untamed force, but he persisted, gradually finding a rhythm. He could feel his muscles tightening, his senses sharpening, as the storm's energy flowed through him.

Hours passed, and the storm raged on. Tang Zi stood by, offering guidance and support.

As the storm continued, Kent felt a growing sense of clarity and power. The storm's energy was no longer overwhelming; it was becoming a part of him, a force he could harness and control. He felt his body growing stronger, his mind clearer, as he embraced the storm's power.

The three days of unstoppable trail just began. Tang Zi left Kent alone in the storm and left into the forest with all pets. But even after trying, Tang Zi failed to separate the baby dragon from Kent. It still stayed beside Kent while observing his face with curious eyes.

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In the grand chamber of the Wizard Association on the Blue Planet, the Supreme Wand Magus, Alaric Thorne, presided over a gathering of influential prime business families.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The chamber was a marvel of arcane architecture, with walls adorned with ancient runes and the ceiling enchanted to reflect the cosmos above. Alaric, a man of imposing presence with silver hair and piercing blue eyes, sat on a high-backed chair made of ebony and inlaid with gold.

"Esteemed members of our noble society," Supreme Wand Magus, Alaric began, his voice echoing through the chamber, "our association has always been the head of commerce and arcane knowledge in the Blue Planet. Today, we discuss the future of our trade routes and the allocation of magical resources."

The business families, seated in a semi-circle around him, nodded in agreement. Each of them held considerable power and influence, and their cooperation was vital for the prosperity of the Blue Planet.

"First of all, the Eternal Sun Sect which is a second rank sect will be promoted to first rank sects and will be allotted with large resources. You all know that disciples of Eternal Sun Sect won the storm god inheritance. So, the wizard association will follow the custom.

As the discussion progressed, a young apprentice in servant clothes hurried into the chamber, his face pale and his breathing laboured. He approached Wand Magus, Alaric with a deep bow, holding a sealed scroll.

"Supreme," the apprentice bowed, his voice trembling, "a message has arrived from the Nine Realms Summit."

Alaric's eyes narrowed as he took the scroll. Breaking the seal, he unrolled the parchment and began to read. All the business family heads also leaned forward curiously.

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