Chapter 161: Understanding Laws
Rhain ignored the person entirely, and continued walking toward an unoccupied seat.
Unexpectedly, the disciple who had spoken earlier stepped forward, and blocked his path.
"Are you deaf? I advise you to be sensible, and leave imdiately," he continued in an unfriendly tone. "If Preceptor walks in and catches you impersonating a Gold Badge, you’ll be severely punished."
Rhain finally looked at the disciple with the sa detached disinterest one might reserve for a buzzing insect.
"I appreciate the concern," Rhain replied flatly, "But I didn’t steal anyone’s clothes."
Without offering a single word of further explanation, Rhain simply sidestepped the frowning disciple, walked over to a vacant desk near the back corner, and sat down comfortably.
The disciple’s face flushed with irritation, but he didn’t dare to physically attack soone inside the lecture hall.
"Arrogant fool," the disciple muttered bitterly, returning to his seat. "Don’t cry to us when Preceptor punishes you."
The rest of the disciples clearly didn’t believe Rhain’s blunt denial either.
They exchanged mocking sneers and subtly shifted their seats, intentionally keeping a wide distance from him.
They treated him like a walking plague of bad luck, terrified that they would be implicated in his impending punishnt when the Preceptor inevitably arrived.
Rhain simply ignored them, resting his chin on his hand as he waited.
Over the next ten minutes, a few more disciples trickled into the hall.
Just like the first group, they all wore Gold Badges, and they all cast strange, highly suspicious glares at the unfamiliar Essence Condensation youth sitting in the back row.
Eventually, the number of disciples in the room reached seventeen.
’Seventeen?’ Rhain thought, his eyebrows rising a fraction.
There were only thirty Gold Badge disciples in the entire Inner Palace.
For more than half of them to be enrolled in this single class ant that the Battle Arts Division was overwhelmingly popular among the elite.
Just as Rhain was pondering this, the doors at the front of the hall swung open.
The murmurs in the room ceased in an instant.
A middle-aged man with sharp features and a severely stern expression walked in.
He wore the deep midnight blue robes of a Preceptor, and the invisible pressure radiating from him was no different than Fabian.
The mont the middle-aged man stepped through the doors, every single disciple in the room shot to their feet in perfect unison.
"Greetings, Preceptor Krell!" Their voices rang out simultaneously, carrying deep respect.
Rhain was a beat late, but he quickly rose from his seat and offered the sa respectful greeting alongside the others.
Preceptor Krell strode forward, ascending the raised central platform at the front of the hall.
His sharp eyes swept slowly across the room, silently counting heads.
Then his gaze stopped.
His eyes locked onto the back corner of the room, landing squarely on the dark robed youth’s unfamiliar face.
Krell’s sharp brows drew together. "You. I have never seen you here before. Who are you?"
Every disciple in the room turned to look at Rhain with expressions of watching a good show.
The disciple who had confronted Rhain earlier shot him a gloating, venomous sneer, fully expecting Rhain to be thrown out and severely beaten for trespassing.
Rhain t the Preceptor’s intense gaze without a single ripple of fear.
"My na is Rhain," he replied calmly. "I was among the newly recruited disciples from the Outer Frontier. Preceptor Fabian directly allotted the Gold Badge Inner Palace status."
A ripple of shock passed through the disciples.
Directly allotted the Gold Badge?
It was fundantally impossible!
In the entire history of the Stormveil Academy, no newly recruited disciple had ever been handed the Gold Badge without first climbing through the Bronze and Silver ranks.
Was he lying?
But as astonished as they were, not a single one of them could bring themselves to believe that anyone would be audacious enough to fabricate such a claim inside a Preceptor’s lecture hall, invoking the na of another Preceptor no less.
If it were a lie, the consequences would be beyond catastrophic.
Krell stared at Rhain for a long mont.
A clear look of suspicion lingered in his sharp eyes, but seeing the youth’s fearless eyes, he decided not to pursue the matter imdiately.
If the boy was telling the truth, Fabian would confirm it soon enough.
And if he was lying, Fabian’s afternoon class would expose him within hours.
"Preceptor Fabian’s class is scheduled for the afternoon, imdiately following mine," Krell finally said, his tone turning dismissive. "But since you are already here, take a seat and listen."
Rhain gave a slight nod and sat back down.
Krell turned his attention back to the rest of the hall.
"For those who require a reminder, and for the benefit of our... new arrival," Krell began with a clear voice. "I am Preceptor Krell. My domain of expertise within the Battle Arts Division is Weaponry. Specifically, the Spear."
He paused, his severe eyes sweeping across the room once more.
"My comprehension of the Laws of the Spear has reached nine percent."
Swoosh!
With a flash of spatial light, a long, silver-tipped spear materialized in Krell’s grip.
"Today, I will speak about what laws truly are," Krell lectured, stepping down from the platform, "Many of you understand laws only as an abstract concept, sothing unreachable that belongs solely to the Domain Master Realm. That understanding is dangerously incomplete."
He began to pace slowly across the platform, the spear resting loosely in one hand.
"Laws are the fundantal truths that govern the operation of this world. Gravity pulls objects downward. Fire burns. Wind flows. Water seeks the lowest ground. These are laws. They exist independently of any cultivator’s will. They existed before the first human drew breath, and they will persist long after the last one perishes."
"When a cultivator comprehends a law, they are not creating sothing new. They are aligning their essence and their very soul with an eternal truth that already exists. The deeper your alignnt, the more of that truth you can channel through your body and your techniques. At ten percent comprehension, a cultivator can forge a Domain, stepping into the Domain Master Realm. But even a single percent of comprehension can fundantally transform the way you fight."
He raised the spear horizontally before him.
"There are countless types of laws. Elental laws such as fire, water, wind, and earth. Conceptual laws such as ti, and space. And then there are weapon laws, the laws that govern the very nature of a specific weapon and its interaction with the world."
Krell seamlessly flowed into a combat stance, his eyes flashing with pride.
"The Law of the Spear is a weapon law. It governs the essence of penetration, the unyielding will to pierce through all obstacles, and the concept of absolute reach, the ability to strike what others cannot touch."
He thrust the spear forward in a controlled motion.
Whoosh!
A thin, nearly invisible line of silver light extended from the spear’s tip, stretching across the entire length of the lecture hall.
The space itself seed to part along its path, as if split open by invisible hands.
The disciples felt their hairs stand on end.
Even though Krell had ticulously controlled his half-step Domain Master aura to prevent any harm, the sheer precision and depth behind that single thrust was enough to make their souls tremble.
Krell retracted the spear smoothly.
"That was the Law of the Spear at nine percent comprehension," Krell said, his voice returning to its instructive tone. "At this level, the spear is no longer rely a physical weapon. It becos an extension of the law itself. It can easily reach targets that conventional attacks simply cannot."
He executed another demonstration, this ti a sweeping arc.
The spear’s blade carved a crescent of silver light that hung suspended in the air for a full three seconds before dissipating.
The crescent was so perfectly ford that it looked like a brushstroke painted by a divine hand.
Rhain watched the demonstration, his dark grey eyes completely transfixed.
The fluid, almost supernatural motions of Krell’s spear were entirely unlike any martial art Rhain had encountered.
He found himself entirely lost in the fluid, srizing motions of Krell.
This was the very first ti Rhain had ever witnessed soone actively utilizing Laws.
Until now, his dominance had relied on the raw power of the Abyssal Sovereign Physique, his Heaven-Grade flas, and his unique artifacts.
But watching Krell, Rhain realized that brute force was rely one dinsion of combat.
Laws offered a path to manipulate the very rules of reality, granting the power that was far stronger than raw strength.
Rhain was unable to look away, absorbing every single shift in posture, every subtle manipulation of the surrounding space.
Throughout the lecture, Krell alternated fluidly between theory and practical demonstration.
Each concept he introduced was imdiately followed by a controlled display of his spear mastery that left the disciples enlightened.
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