The Next Day
Mu Feng boarded the train early in the morning.
After a full day of travel, he finally arrived at the Imperial City.
A car was already waiting for him outside the station.
Without delay, he got in, and the car drove straight toward the Mu Clan residence.
As the familiar streets passed by outside the window, Mu Feng closed his eyes briefly—his journey in Bo City had ended, and a far greater path was now opening before him.
At home, Mu Feng found his grandfather already waiting for him.
"Get ready," Fang Ning said calmly. "Then come to my study."
Mu Feng nodded. He returned to his room, took a quick bath, changed his clothes, and cleared his mind. Once he felt refreshed, he headed toward his grandfather's study.
He knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in," Fang Ning's voice sounded from inside.
Mu Feng pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
"Sit."
Mu Feng did as he was told and settled onto the sofa.
"I've already spoken with Aditya," Fang Ning said calmly. "He's willing to teach you summoning."
Mu Feng's eyes lit up slightly.
"So… where will I be going?"
"To a place called Prayagraj," Fang Ning replied. "It's considered a holy land in India. Aditya resides there. He lives with his servants and disciples."
Mu Feng nodded, committing the name to memory.
"When will I be leaving?"
"Tomorrow," Fang Ning said. "The family plane will take you there."
Mu Feng paused for a moment.
"Is that all, Grandpa?"
Fang Ning shook his head slightly.
"No."
He waved his hand, and several items appeared one by one on the table between them.
"I've prepared additional equipment for you."
Mu Feng leaned forward instinctively.
"What are they?"
Fang Ning pointed to them one by one.
"First—this."
A ring, darker than ordinary storage rings, lay quietly on the table.
"A high-capacity storage ring. It's far better than the one you used before. I've already stocked it with supplies—food rations, emergency medicine, spare clothes, and survival tools."
He gestured to the next item.
"A Mind-Soothing Talisman. It stabilizes your mental state during high-pressure situations—especially useful for summoning and space-related magic."
Then came a bracelet, faintly glowing with layered runes.
"This is a Defensive Artifact. It can automatically block a fatal blow equivalent to Super Level 3 magic three times. After that, it'll need time to recharge."
Mu Feng's breathing steadied. These were not ordinary items.
Fang Ning's voice remained calm.
"I've also prepared elemental recovery potions, mental strength restoratives, and other essentials. If you're ever in a situation beyond your control, use them without hesitation."
He looked directly at Mu Feng.
"These aren't for showing off. They're for survival."
Mu Feng met his grandfather's gaze and nodded firmly.
"I understand."
Fang Ning leaned back slightly.
"Good. India is not Bo City. You'll encounter people stronger than you—and situations far more dangerous. Aditya won't protect you at every step. Most of your growth will depend on yourself."
Mu Feng clenched his fist lightly.
"I won't disappoint you."
Fang Ning's eyes softened just a fraction.
"That's what I wanted to hear. Go back, organize your things, and rest well tonight."
He paused, then added,
"From tomorrow onward… your real training begins."
Mu Feng stood up and bowed slightly.
"Yes, Grandpa."
Turning around, he left the study—his heart steady, his path clearer than ever.
Mu Feng returned to his room and closed the door behind him.
Only then did he finally relax.
He placed the newly given items one by one on the table, examining them carefully. Each artifact carried a restrained yet profound aura—nothing flashy, but unmistakably powerful. These were not things that could be bought casually on the market.
He slipped the storage ring onto his finger and sent a thread of consciousness inside.
The moment his perception entered the ring, Mu Feng froze.
Rows upon rows of neatly arranged items filled the vast internal space.
Potions.
Hundreds of them.
Healing potions, stamina recovery potions, elemental recovery brews, mental strength restoratives—some of them so rare that even the Imperial City's auctions might not see one in years. There were scrolls, talismans, spare magic tools, survival supplies, emergency rations, and even several sealed boxes whose contents he couldn't immediately identify.
Mu Feng inhaled slowly.
He began to calculate silently.
Just the potions alone—if sold—would be worth tens of millions. Add in the defensive artifacts, talismans, and specialized equipment…
"…This is insane."
The total value easily exceeded a hundred million.
And that was a conservative estimate.
Mu Feng leaned back against the chair, his gaze unfocused.
This wasn't just support.
This was absolute trust.
His grandfather hadn't simply sent him to train—he had armed him to survive anywhere in the world.
Mu Feng clenched his hand slightly.
"I won't waste this," he murmured.
After organizing the items and familiarizing himself with the ring's contents, he sat on the bed and closed his eyes. For once, he didn't rush into cultivation. His mind replayed everything that had happened—from Bo City, to the hunt, to the coming journey to India.
Tomorrow, he would leave the protection of the clan's walls.
Tomorrow, he would step into a wider, more dangerous world.
And this time—
He would face it head-on.
The next morning, after breakfast, Mu Feng set out for the airport.
A sleek, black private jet bearing the Mu Clan's insignia was already waiting on the runway. Without any delays or unnecessary formalities, Mu Feng boarded the aircraft. As the engines roared to life, the jet smoothly ascended into the sky, leaving the Imperial City behind.
Sixteen hours passed in steady flight.
Mu Feng spent most of the journey in quiet meditation, occasionally reviewing the supplies in his storage ring and organizing his plans for the days ahead. By the time the aircraft began its descent, his mind was calm and focused.
Soon, the private jet touched down at Prayagraj International Airport.
As Mu Feng stepped off the plane, warm air rushed toward him, carrying with it the scent of earth and river water. The atmosphere felt different—ancient, heavy, and solemn, as if the land itself bore witness to countless years of history.
He adjusted his coat slightly and looked around.
This was India.
And more importantly—
This was where his next stage of growth would begin.
Mu Feng stepped out of the airport, his gaze sweeping calmly across the unfamiliar surroundings.
A man in his late twenties stood nearby, dressed neatly, his posture straight and respectful. The moment he saw Mu Feng, he stepped forward and bowed his head slightly.
"Hello, Mr. Mu Feng," the man said politely. "My name is Daksh. I was sent by Lord Aditya. Welcome to India."
Mu Feng nodded in return.
"Hello, Daksh," he replied calmly. "Shall we go?"
"Yes, please."
Daksh led him to a waiting car parked just outside the airport. After they both got in, the car started moving smoothly, merging into the traffic.
As they drove, Mu Feng glanced out the window, observing the streets, the people, and the distinctly different atmosphere compared to the Imperial City.
After a moment, he asked casually, "So, are you a native of this place?"
Daksh shook his head with a faint smile.
"No. I'm originally from Delhi," he replied. "But I've settled here now."
"Prayagraj?" Mu Feng asked.
"Yes," Daksh said. "Once you live here long enough, it's hard to leave. This place has a strange pull—especially for cultivators."
Mu Feng's eyes flickered with interest, though his expression remained composed.
"I can already feel it," he said softly.
Daksh glanced at him through the rearview mirror, a hint of respect appearing in his eyes.
"Then Lord Aditya was right," he said. "This place suits you."
The car continued forward, carrying Mu Feng deeper into the ancient city—toward a new teacher, a new land, and the next turning point of his path.
After half an hour, the car slowed and finally came to a stop.
Mu Feng stepped out and looked around.
High stone walls surrounded the area, old yet well maintained. Beyond the gates, several houses were scattered across a wide stretch of land. The place was quiet and orderly, filled with a faint sense of peace that felt completely different from the outside world.
It didn't look like a mansion.
Nor did it resemble a military base.
It felt… secluded. Self-contained.
"This place," Daksh said as he followed Mu Feng's gaze, "is called an ashram in Hindi."
"Ashram?" Mu Feng repeated, intrigued.
Daksh nodded.
"You can think of it as a place where a person lives, cultivates, and teaches his students," he explained."It's both a residence and a training ground. People come here not just to learn magic, but also discipline, control, and clarity of mind."
Mu Feng slowly nodded.
As he stood there, he could feel it clearly now.
The ambient mana here was denser than in most cities—calm, stable, and strangely harmonious. It didn't rush or clash. Instead, it flowed naturally, as if the land itself was breathing.
"This place…" Mu Feng said quietly,"was deliberately chosen."
Daksh smiled faintly.
"Yes. Lord Aditya personally selected this land."
The gates opened, and Mu Feng took his first step inside the ashram—fully aware that this place would shape not only his Summoning Element, but possibly his entire future.
After entering the ashram, Daksh began showing Mu Feng around.
The place was far larger than it looked from the outside. There were simple but well-built houses arranged neatly along stone paths, small farms where crops grew in orderly rows, and areas set aside for livestock. Everything felt self-sufficient, as if this place could exist cut off from the world for years without difficulty.
What surprised Mu Feng most was the atmosphere.
There was no unnecessary noise, no idle chatter. People moved with purpose, their expressions calm and focused. Some were cultivating beneath trees, others tending to the fields, while a few practiced magic at designated grounds—slow, controlled, precise.
This was not just a residence.
It was a place of cultivation in the truest sense.
As Mu Feng walked further inside, his steps suddenly slowed.
His gaze fixed on something ahead.
A bull.
At first glance, it looked ordinary—massive, muscular, with dark skin and steady breathing. But it stood alone in a clearly separated space, surrounded by subtle formations carved into the ground. The mana around it was thick, heavy, and strangely oppressive.
Mu Feng's eyes narrowed.
This was no normal bull.
The creature stood calmly, unmoving, yet Mu Feng felt an instinctive pressure, the kind one only felt when facing a powerful demon beast. Its presence was restrained, disciplined—but unmistakably dangerous.
A demon.
But of what kind… Mu Feng couldn't tell.
He didn't sense madness or bloodlust. Instead, the aura it gave off was ancient and dignified, almost sacred.
Daksh noticed Mu Feng slowing down and followed his gaze.
"You noticed," Daksh said quietly.
Mu Feng nodded slowly.
"That bull," he said, voice low,"it's a demon beast."
Daksh smiled faintly.
"Yes."
He didn't elaborate further.
Mu Feng didn't ask either.
He simply memorized the feeling—the pressure, the restraint, the balance. Whatever that creature was, it was not kept here as livestock.
It was something far more important.
As Mu Feng continued walking deeper into the ashram, one thought became clear in his mind:
This place was nothing like Bo City.Nothing like the Mu Clan.
And the man who ruled this ashram—
Aditya Kumar—
was very likely far more terrifying than any summoner Mu Feng had met before.