Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur returned to sit on his seat without saying anything for a long minute. He moved his eyes around, trying to control his anger.

In the eyes of everyone present here, they all saw his eyes flickering with golden blue arcs of lightning. In their eyes he looked like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

Just recalling the scene that just happened, no one dared to open his mouth and get that volcano eruption over his face.

So they all remained silent, attentively waiting for him to speak again.

"Sigh, you made me really disappointed," he slowly sighed, "I can't believe you all ended up in such a mess while I was away. How disappointing!"

He shook his head in regret and disappointment, yet no one dared to speak or even give reasons. In their minds, they knew no matter how they thought themselves were right and righteous, they all had their fear from even expressing their thoughts in the open.

Arthur was now acting like a primordial beast. No one here has gotten their power advanced during the past years. Yet no one had thought himself able to contend against Arthur now.

If it was before, they might have such thoughts, especially after gaining advancement from the black curtains. After all these black curtains made their powers ascend to a level even higher than the grandmasters of the big clans of the higher realms.

In fact that was the main reason behind all this mess. Everyone mistook himself for being a powerhouse with no equal, and all decided to make changes and take decisions based on their own preferences.

Yet when seeing Arthur now, they all realized how foolish they all were. If they thought themselves mighty, then in front of Arthur they felt like ants in front of a giant.

So they kept their silence, kept all their thoughts inside and didn't express anything. They didn't want to become the victim of Arthur's anger, waiting to listen to all his words and execute them to the letter.

Arthur wasn't a fool either. He was someone who lived through two lives and two different worlds with different rules. He could simply tell from mere gazes at their faces what they were thinking about.

Just the past experience of these twenty years made it clear to him. Old habits never died! Not even with the guidance of him, not even with strength, not even with time.

Everyone here still held tighter to the beliefs they lived all their lives upon. He didn't have the intention of going through trials and tests to make them change their minds.

Because he simply believed they wouldn't change. Just by this simple test he realized nothing would be effective in changing their beliefs.

So if he couldn't change them, he would use his power instead to control them. His main hope now relied on the new generation, the ones who were now experiencing their lives under his rule.

This was his empire, and he would lead his people the way he wanted. That was what he thought and decided upon. And as he decided that, he simply had to change his way of using his top people in front of him.

Instead of giving them freedom like before, he would confiscate their freedom and limit the choices in front of them.

This was the only way he had right now. Instead of democracy, he would use tyranny to make sure his empire wouldn't go astray in the end.

After all he wasn't just doing this just for himself. He knew sooner or later, he would finally advance and leave this world. He would be in the higher realms, but he would be busy minding the issues of his empire in the lower realms.

That was what he thought about. Yet if he knew that he wouldn't end up in any higher realm but in a different world, then he would realize this decision he took at this moment was the wisest decision he ever made.

"Listen, the main problem lies in the way of our training, to be precise the mage way of training," he started to speak. He wasn't explaining things with any hope for them to change their minds, but to make them able to explain things to the later generations if anyone was curious enough to ask.

And despite him pausing intentionally for them to speak up, none said anything. So he had no choice but to keep talking.

"The mage route depends entirely on the internal demon process. You all absorb the energy of the killed monsters, creating and nourishing the internal demons inside your souls. Yet this internal demon is the nemesis of any cultivation."

He paused again, yet no one spoke so he continued.

"The cultivation ways you all had need calm mind, heart, and souls. Without any disturbances from outside and more from the inside, one can show his own advancement and advantage, making progress in cultivation. However… this can't be achieved with the problem of the internal demons."

He took in a deep breath before adding:

"The internal demon is a problem growing with mages through their entire lives. So in theory the stronger the mage is, the more troublesome the internal demon will be. At first, this problem won't be present as everyone will advance in cultivation based on their own talents and former strength. Yet after a long time this problem will become the main hurdle before all of you, before everyone becomes stronger."

As no one planned on interrupting or asking, he kept saying without any pause:

"So to make it simple, to obtain power equal to mine you need to find a solution for this internal demon problem first. Trying to persist over the two ways together with the presence of the internal demon hurdle unsolved means wasting effort and time with no result at all. So from now on the way of training people in the empire will change and become like this…"

He didn't speak further before he took out a large piece of paper, his own ink and brush, and started to write many things and few diagrams.

"At first, all the people with talents in both will start cultivating.. If they already had their mage powers unlocked, then they will start cultivating briefly before they stop."