SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

“I chose the Celestial Light Mountain. I hope you guys won’t object,” Kent announced to his wives, his tone calm yet firm.

The words spread through the quiet stone house like ripples in a pond. ᴡ ᴏᴠʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛʀs ᴀʀ ᴘᴜʙʟsʜᴅ ᴏ novel fire.net

Amelia and Sony exchanged a glance, their eyes thoughtful. Sony was the first to respond, her face glowing with a mixture of relief and curiosity. “Celestial Light Mountain… I heard it’s the place where disciples train in divine light, purification, sacred arts, and righteous combat. The largest number of disciples gather there. It’s considered one of the most prestigious mountains. With your strength, it fits.”

Amelia nodded but added, “It’s also the most competitive. The disciples there are prideful and think they represent the face of the Academy. They won’t easily accept an outsider—even if you are the Golden Heir.”

Kent smiled faintly. “If they can’t accept me, that is their problem. I am not here for their approval.” His voice carried a calm dominance that silenced the sisters.

From the corner, Fatty Ben shifted uneasily, rubbing his hands together. “Brother Han… I mean, Kent… Celestial Light Mountain is full of righteous types, right? They hate dual cultivators. What if they mock you? Or worse, expel us?”

Kent walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Mockery does not wound me, Ben. It is weakness to let the words of small people shake your heart. Remember that. We are here for cultivation and the greater path. As long as you follow me, you’ll be safe.”

Fatty’s lips trembled as he nodded, trying to hide the flicker of pride swelling in his chest.

“Then it’s settled,” Kent said, his tone ending all doubt. “We go to the Academy Hall.”

Kent and his wives, Fatty Ben and his companion made their way through the sprawling campus of the Heavenly Wizard Academy.

Whispers followed Kent wherever he walked. That’s the Golden Heir… The one who defeated the entire tournament… Some looked in awe, some in jealousy, and some with faint disdain at the fact that he walked with two women and a bumbling servant trailing him.

When they reached the Academy Hall, the plum-faced administration lady who had sneered at him earlier now wore a stiff smile. She glanced at the jade slip in her hand, reading his request, then stamped it with a golden seal. “Kent of the Golden Heir Tournament, approved for Celestial Light Mountain. Here is your temporary token. Show it at the gates, and you will be led to the residence assigned by Mountain Master Sheng.”

Her voice carried no warmth. The disdain flickered in her heavily painted eyes, but she dared not speak further under the golden seal of approval.

Kent accepted the token without hesitation and turned away. “Let’s go.”

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Celestial Light Mountain loomed ahead like a pillar of heaven, its peaks wrapped in flowing golden clouds. Waterfalls of pure radiance cascaded down its cliffs, their mist spreading a faint fragrance of lilies across the foothills. Disciples in silver-white robes moved gracefully across bridges and terraces, each step echoing discipline and pride.

As Kent and his companions approached, many eyes turned their way. Some narrowed, some widened, and whispers began again.

“Who is that? He carries the golden aura…”

“That’s the Golden Heir—Kent. He’s been accepted here?”

“But he walks with So many women? What kind of disgrace is this?”

The guards at the great gates, clad in white armor laced with silver runes, checked Kent’s token. Their expressions stiffened when they saw the seal of approval. Without a word, they stepped aside and let him through.

The grand residence of Elder Sheng loomed atop the main terrace of Celestial Light Mountain, guarded by divine light formations that shimmered like golden veils.

Disciples stood in orderly lines, bowing to passing elders, their robes immaculate. The sight of Kent approaching with companions drew more whispers.

“Is he really heading straight for Elder Sheng’s house? How bold.”

“Or how foolish.”

“They say Elder Sheng hates arrogance more than anything. Let’s see how she crushes him.”

The murmurs followed him like a tide, but Kent’s steps were steady, unhurried.

Finally, the gates opened, and an elderly woman stepped out. Her hair was silver as snow, her face lined with wisdom, and her eyes carried the sharpness of a thousand storms. This was Elder Sheng—the master of Celestial Light Mountain.

Her gaze swept over Kent once, then lingered on his wives beside him. Her eyes narrowed. “So many women… Do you think this is a brothel, boy?”

The words carried no emotion, but the disciples nearby smirked, some even chuckling.

Kent bowed slightly. “I came not for indulgence, Elder Sheng, but for cultivation. They are my companions, nothing more. If their presence offends, they will remain apart from the main grounds.”

Elder Sheng’s face didn’t soften, but neither did she dismiss him. With a flick of her sleeve, she said, “You are bold. But boldness without discipline is arrogance. I do not care for your Golden Heir title. Here, you are but one among thousands. Prove yourself, or you will be forgotten.”

“Yes,” Kent answered plainly. His voice neither humble nor prideful, but steady, as though it could not be bent.

After a long silence, Elder Sheng nodded once. “Fine. You will be placed in the Yellow River Quarter. A tree house has already been assigned.”

Kent bowed again. “Thank you.”

Elder Sheng turned away without further word, her robes fluttering like flowing light. Her coldness was absolute, as if she had already forgotten his existence.

Later a disciple led them up winding paths until they reached a sprawling grove by the Yellow River, its waters glistening with faint divine light. At the very edge of the grove stood a tree house—large and sturdy, built upon a colossal ancient tree whose branches stretched wide over the river.

“This will be your residence,” the disciple said curtly, handing over the keys. His lips curved slightly in mockery as he added, “It’s… spacious. But do not be mistaken. In Celestial Light Mountain, residence is status. The farther you are from the central pavilion, the lower your standing. And this…” he gestured around with a smirk, “is as far as one can get.”

Kent’s eyes swept over the residence once. He felt no anger, no surprise. “A house is only wood and leaves. Strength decides status, not walls.”

The disciple blinked, his smirk faltering. He bowed quickly and left.

Behind Kent, Fatty Ben whispered, “They put us at the edge like exiles. Everyone must be laughing at us already.”

Kent turned his head slightly, his eyes calm. “Let them laugh. Laughter cannot shake mountains. One day, their laughter will turn into silence.”

His words carried such quiet dominance that Fatty’s heart settled, though the unease in his eyes remained.

Kent didn’t linger. Without unpacking or resting, he made his way straight to the Mountain Master’s Hall.

From there, Kent was directed to the Vice-Lady of Celestial Light Mountain—Lady Kim. She was in charge of robes, tokens, duties, and the formal induction of new disciples.

As he entered the inner courtyard, disciples whispered again, watching him like predators circling prey. Some sneered, some smirked, but Kent ignored all eyes, stepping forward calmly until he stood before Lady Kim’s chamber doors.

The guards announced his arrival. “Golden Heir Kent, new disciple of Celestial Light Mountain, comes to receive robes, token, and duties.”

The heavy doors creaked open. Inside, faint incense curled into the air, and a commanding female voice echoed.

“Enter.”

Kent stepped forward, standing tall before Vice-Lady Kim to receive the emblems of his new life on Celestial Light Mountain.

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