Return to the Capital, Chiyan City

The capital of the O'Brien Empire, Chiyan City, truly deserved its reputation as the capital of the continent's greatest military power and a gathering place for countless high-level warriors. At this moment, a youth in a white robe entered through the western gate. He looked no older than fourteen or fifteen, with soft white hair falling to his shoulders, making him exceptionally handsome. A large pack was slung over his back. This was none other than Bolan Baruch, who had just emerged from the Magical Beast Mountain Range!

As Bolan walked through the city, he constantly drew everyone's attention, making him feel quite uncomfortable. Some bold noblewomen even kept casting seductive glances his way, practically wishing they could pull him into their arms and "pamper him" properly. Amid such an environment, Bolan headed straight for the house Old Hiri had rented half a year ago.

This time, I can get Grandpa Hiri a better house, Bolan thought happily. Of course, his training in the Magical Beast Mountain Range had not been without gains. His pack was filled with intermediate- and high-level magic cores, the most precious of which was the magic core of a Level 9 Light Golden Tiger. To obtain it, Bolan, the Silver Dragon, and Leibulus had gone through a fierce battle before finally killing it.

To avoid causing trouble when entering the city, he had simply left the two dragons on Tujiao Mountain outside the city—the small mountain where Linley would one day fight the Rock Sword Saint, Heidesen. After all, both the peak level 8 Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon and the Level 9 Silver Dragon were rare dragons. Moreover, after fighting that Level 9 Light Golden Tiger, Leibulus had touched upon the threshold of Level 9. By the next time they met, Leibulus might well be a true Level 9 magical beast.

With two Level 9 magical beasts at his side, even ordinary Saint-level experts would not dare provoke him carelessly. Bolan was extremely pleased as he walked and pondered, soon arriving near the house Old Hiri had rented. Only Old Hiri lived there. Wharton had to stay at the academy, so the old man, who had spent his whole life being frugal, lived in the cheapest slums of Chiyan City. Though he lacked neither food nor clothing, there was nothing refined about his life.

Thinking of this, Bolan stepped forward and knocked on the door. "Knock, knock. Grandpa Hiri, I'm back," Bolan called from outside. Hiri immediately set down the longsword in his hand, hurriedly opened the door, and welcomed Bolan inside.

"Young Master Bolan." Seeing the familiar old man with his red, bulbous nose, Bolan could not help growing emotional. "Grandpa Hiri, I'm back." "It's been half a year, Young Master Bolan," Old Hiri said, wiping away his tears.

"This time, I don't plan to leave again for the time being. My warrior level has already reached Level 7, so I intend to cultivate in seclusion in Chiyan City for a while," Bolan said.

The words left Hiri dumbfounded. As an old servant of the Baruch Clan, he naturally understood what it meant for a Dragonblood Warrior to break through to Level 7. Once Bolan transformed, he would directly surpass level 8 and reach Level 9. A Level 9 warrior was the strongest expert in an ordinary kingdom. Even in Fenlai Kingdom, a standout among kingdoms and the Baruch Clan's homeland, the strongest were only Level 9 warriors.

Old Hiri was immensely excited. The Baruch Clan had finally made it through its hardships! Old Hiri cried out.

Thus, Bolan spent one night in the rented house. The next day, he rented a larger house for Hiri. After visiting Wharton, Bolan planned to head to Tujiao Mountain to cultivate in seclusion.

The next morning, the sunlight was bright and pleasant. It happened to be the O'Brien Imperial Academy's semiannual admissions period. Just like half a year ago, the testing grounds were packed with long lines. Bolan, riding the Silver Dragon Sally, appeared at the academy's admissions office. The winding Silver Dragon stretched for more than a hundred meters, its silver-white body reflecting iridescent misty light under the sun. Its enormous eyes were like two cartwheels, not to mention the pair of huge wings on its back, which beat faintly with great power.

A Level 9 magical beast, the Silver Dragon. The Silver Dragon race had always been among the most powerful magical beasts. Most were Level 9, and there were even Saint-level beings within the race. Although Chiyan City was filled with experts, such a powerful magical beast was still rarely seen. The O'Brien Empire was a nation that revered martial strength, but most of its people were warriors, and few possessed magical beast companions. That was why a Level 9 Silver Dragon appeared so dazzling.

Most shocking of all, a youth dressed in fitted white warrior attire sat cross-legged atop the dragon's winding head.

"An expert who tamed a Level 9 Silver Dragon? He looks so young. Could he be a Saint-level expert?" someone nearby asked.

The crowd below looked at the youth atop the Silver Dragon's head, their eyes filled with envy. Even the few people responsible for admissions stared at Bolan with astonishment.

Bolan had made this high-profile appearance to tell everyone on the continent that the Dragonblood Warriors and the Baruch Clan had returned!!!

Little Wharton below looked at the familiar white-haired, white-robed youth and called out uncertainly, "Big Brother?" The youths beside him all let out a sigh.