When Aryan walked away from the scene, a deep, unspoken rage began to fester within Avinash. This wasn't just a passing emotion—it was a consuming fury, one that Avinash had no intention of letting go. In his eyes, only the royal family had the right to make him feel inferior. No one else in the entire Rudrapur nation, not even the other three elite families, deserved that power over him. Avinash believed, with a frightening conviction, that he was born to rule this land—even if he had to do it from the shadows, through indirect means. Why he felt this way was a matter only he truly understood, but the root of it could be traced back to his upbringing.
His mother belonged to a side branch of the royal family. From a very young age, she had instilled in him a belief that royal blood coursed through his veins—that he was fundamentally different, superior to others. Though many other intermarriages had occurred between the royal family and the other three noble families over the years, none of their children were raised on that foundation of superiority. The royal family had always strategically married off some of their members into the four great families of Rudrapur, maintaining indirect control and influence through bloodline ties. But Avinash's family, the Rohilla clan, had always been different—known not for humility, but for aggression and ambition.
Even though they didn't openly challenge the other three families, the Rohillas had always nurtured a dream of wiping them out and seizing control. Repeatedly, they had tried and failed. But those failures didn't deter Avinash. Grinding his teeth in frustration, he whispered to himself, "Just wait, boy. As soon as I return home today, I'll make sure you don't live to see tomorrow's sunrise." With that, he stood up and stormed away.
Unaware that students had been silently observing the entire confrontation between Aryan and Avinash, a murmur now began to spread among them. One of them finally broke the silence. "Dude, who the hell is that guy? He just pissed off Avinash without flinching. I swear, his days are numbered. That guy's going to disappear from this world real soon."
Hearing this, another student standing beside him interjected, "You can't say that for certain. Don't forget—he stopped Avinash's slap like it was nothing. Do you even understand how powerful Avinash is? That guy didn't seem ordinary to me. There's no way someone from a low-tier family could pull that off. But then who is he? He's only 16 and already bold enough to challenge someone like Avinash in broad daylight? Someone must know where he comes from."
Looking around, the second student tried to gather some answers. The first student nodded and said confidently, "Yeah, I know who he is. And that's exactly why I said he won't live long." Intrigued, the second student asked, "Why? Who is he really?"
With a grim expression, the first student replied, "That kid is the student of Vaibhav Srivastava... the rapist."
His words drew shocked reactions.
"He barely made it into the academy," he continued. "He was ranked dead last in the entrance examination. He only got in by the skin of his teeth."
The second student, stunned, replied, "What? Even if he came in last, how could someone like that possess enough power to casually block Avinash's attack?"
The first student simply shrugged, unable to answer.
At that moment, a third student joined their conversation. "Hey Pranav," he said, "how do you know for sure that kid is that rapist's student?"
Pranav Sisodia—the first student—hailed from a lesser-known state within Rudrapur. The second boy was named Arihant, and the third who had just arrived was Surya Kumar.
To Surya's question, Pranav replied, "You idiot, I know because I've seen that loser walking with that bastard teacher. And at that time, he had no cultivation aura at all. He was a complete mortal."
Hearing that, both Arihant and Surya were left speechless. With disbelief in their voices, they asked, "Wait… if he really had no cultivation base, then how in the world did he stop that slap?"
Again, Pranav shrugged. "I don't know. I was shocked too. But look, it doesn't matter how he did it. The point is, he did it. And now he's marked. Nothing can save him. Some people just don't know their place. They think they're heroes, trying to play savior in the middle of things they don't understand. He probably has no idea how dangerous Avinash truly is—how many people's lives he has ruined. Anyway, this isn't our problem. Let's go."
And with that, the three students went their separate ways.
Meanwhile, Aryan, unaware of all this gossip, had already returned to his room. Sitting cross-legged on his bed, he resumed his training. He knew very well that in this world, strength was the only true authority. A powerful man could commit great injustices—even wipe out an entire nation—and still face no consequences. But a weak man could only survive on the mercy of others, often dying in battles that had nothing to do with him. That was why every living being in the cultivation world—be it human, beast, or otherwise—focused on growing stronger. Because in this reality, power ruled everything.
With that resolve, Aryan began meditating again.
He had access to a perfect technique that could take him all the way to Martial Spirit Gathering Level 3. For someone like him, reaching that level was relatively easy. He opened his mind and began following the Martial Spirit Gathering Level 2 technique step by step, circulating his energy as instructed. His power level began to rise, but Aryan soon noticed that his progress had become extremely slow.
Something was wrong.
After a brief pause, he stopped cultivating and began thinking. "All my energy points… they're blocked. As long as they remain closed, the heavenly and earthly energy will only trickle into me at a snail's pace." He realized that in order to improve his absorption speed, he had to unlock his energy nodes.
But how?
He had no idea how to go about it.
That's when he remembered a book he had seen earlier in the library—a text about the energy points within the human body. Accessing the contents of the book from memory, he began reading it mentally. The book explained that the human body had 108 energy nodes. Only by opening a certain number of them could one reach Martial Spirit Gathering Level 7.
Aryan had to figure out where to begin. Which node should he open first?
After a long moment of reflection, and finding no answer, Aryan decided to try something different. He pulled out a notebook and pen from his bag—items that had come with him from the modern world when he was teleported here. Carefully, he wrote:
**"The primary energy point in the human body is located near the heart."**
Placing his finger on the sentence, he used the same method the protagonist of *Library of Heaven's Path* used whenever he was uncertain.
Instantly, a new book manifested in Aryan's mind.
He read its first line:
**"Incorrect. The main energy point is never located near the heart."**
Disappointed but not disheartened, Aryan tried again.
He wrote: **"The main energy point is located at the crown of the head."**
Once again, placing his finger on the page, another book appeared.
This time, the response was affirmative:
**"Yes, the central energy node is located at the crown of the head. All human emotions originate in the brain. Whether it is love, hate, joy, or sorrow—it all stems from mental activity. The heart merely circulates blood. It holds no emotional power."**
This revelation surprised Aryan, but he trusted the divine source of knowledge. Accepting this truth, he focused all his attention on the energy node at the top of his head.
With great effort and concentration, he unlocked it. One by one, over the next five hours, he identified and opened the remaining energy nodes in his body. And then, once fully activated, he resumed his training.
This time, the results were shocking.
With a single surge of effort, Aryan advanced straight into Martial Spirit Gathering Level 2. He didn't stop there. Energized by his progress, he continued cultivating and within just 10 more minutes, he had reached the peak of Level 2.
Because all of his energy points were now open, the energy flowed into him like a flood. Aryan didn't want to waste this opportunity. He immediately launched an assault on Level 3.
Two hours later, he stood at the very peak of Martial Spirit Gathering Level 3.
Now brimming with power, Aryan stepped out of his room and walked over to the strength-testing machine. Making sure no one was around to see him, he struck the machine with a powerful punch.
And then… the number it displayed on the screen was so unbelievable, so outrageous, that even Aryan couldn't believe it himself.
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