As the Silver Moon Academy students began to whisper amongst themselves right before entering the campus, Linguini and Harry were watching them from beside the gates, observing them like a predator. "Look for someone who can be our prey, Linguini," Harry said as he scanned the students one by one. "We\'ll need to know who\'s the most powerful and who\'s the weakest."

Linguini nodded his head. He then turned to look at the Silver Moon Academy students who were entering their campus. Then, all of a sudden, he grabbed Harry\'s shoulders and pulled him towards him as he pointed at one of the students. "Harry, look! I found one."

Harry turned to look at who he was pointing at, and a smile appeared on his face. It was an overweight young man who was walking along with his gaze stuck on a book in his hands, mumbling to himself as he moved.

"Hey guys!" Harry snapped his fingers, and a few more young men appeared behind him in an instant.

"What is it, Harry?" One of the young men stepped forward and asked while scratching his chin.

Shoosh!

Harry walked up to him and placed his hand over the young man\'s shoulders and pointed at the entrance, where the Silver Moon Academy disciples were entering. "Brother Christian! Of course, I\'m calling you to resume our little business venture once again." Harry said as he rubbed his fingers together.

"Not this again, Harry." The young man, Christian Aguero, shook his head as he replied. "You do remember what happened last time, right? Do you want to be embarrassed once again? Are you perhaps a masochist?"

Slap!

Harry lightly slapped Christian on his back. "I do remember, Christian. You don\'t have to remind me of our humiliating history once again. But look," He pointed at the entrance once again and continued, "They are fresh meat. They\'re not the ones who stood up in front of us. They haven\'t heard of Claude Rayforth."

Crack!

His grip on Christian\'s shoulder increased ever so slightly, as Harry turned to look at him with a wide smile on his face. "I\'m not asking you to continue doing what we were doing all over again. I\'m just asking you to give me a hand. Just this once."

Whoosh!

He then moved his lips near to Christian\'s ear and whispered softly, "Don\'t tell me that you are giving up just because those freshmen stood up to you, are you?"

Clasp!

Christian clenched his fists tightly as a frown appeared on his face. He definitely was furious about it. After all, the juniors essentially got rid of an age-old tradition just because of one incident. Even the current seniors had to endure the same from their seniors back when they were still freshmen, and so the idea of the juniors escaping this so-called tradition was infuriating to Christian.

\'I suffered through hell, and yet you can simply walk away from it without facing any consequences?\' That was the thought that went through their minds. However, they couldn\'t do anything against it, as the issue had gotten out of hand.

"The truth is, you don\'t want this to end. Isn\'t that right, Christian?" Harry whispered under his breath as he patted Christian\'s shoulder. He then turned around and faced the others who had arrived along with Christian and said, "Brothers! I know that each and every one of you desires revenge for the humiliation that our juniors caused us. You do not need to lie, for I know how you feel."

Harry clenched his robe tightly as he spoke, his facial expression now serious, "I know that you all feel it is unfair how easily the juniors escaped our traditions, when we ourselves couldn\'t do the same."

Whisper! Whisper!

The seniors who had gathered behind him began to talk with each other, discussing the issue. Some were nodding their heads without wasting a single second, as though they were waiting for someone to bring up the issue, while others seemed unsure. Whatever their thoughts were, they all had their attention on Harry, who pointed at the Silver Moon Academy students and continued speaking. "Do not worry, my friends! For these new students have no idea about Claude Rayforth nor his exploits! They are fresh meat, who needs to know the difference in the statuses of senior and junior. As seniors, it is our responsibility to instruct them of the natural order within the academy!"

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Meanwhile, right outside the Silver Moon Academy carriages.

"So this is the Golden Avarice Academy, huh.." A young man said softly as he exited the carriage, making him the last one to get out. He had a majestic aura surrounding him as he walked, and the students who were standing in his way subconsciously flinched and stepped away, clearing the path for this young man.

This young man was, of course, the cultivation genius Dalton Palmer.

"What\'s the matter, Dayton?" A man with a tall, bulky frame and large muscles stood next to Dayton Palmer, staring at him with curious eyes. "Don\'t tell me you feel jealous of the large open area of the Golden Avarice Academy?"

"Of course not, brother Lawrence," Dayton Palmer shook his head with a smile. "I was simply taking in the view, burning the image into my mind."

"You think there might be any formidable opponents for us within the Golden Avarice academy?" Lawrence said as he tilted his head left and right and stretched his limbs.

"Who knows, brother Lawrence," Dayton Palmer shook his head once again. He wasn\'t sure, but he could feel as though there was something formidable waiting for him within the academy.

\'Strange…\' Dayton said while frowning. It wasn\'t as though he was detecting any presence nearby. So it definitely wasn\'t his senses that were making him feel this threat. \'Perhaps it\'s the sign of the universe? A divine intervention?\' Dayton didn\'t know. But nevertheless, he couldn\'t help but feel cautious.

\'I can\'t help but feel something - or someone - is waiting for me in the academy..\' Dayton scratched his chin. And for some reason, he felt the urge to meet this entity as soon as possible.

"Looks like this trip to the Golden Avarice Academy is certainly going to be an interesting one…" He said softly as he started to walk, and Lawrence followed his close behind.

"It\'s not Golden Avarice Academy anymore, Dayton.." A female voice came from behind him, and both men turned around to see a beautiful young girl with long red hair standing behind them.

"Clara.." Dayton whispered under his breath. Clara Silverton was the daughter of Minister Han Silverton, an influential figure within the Royal Council. She was a beautiful woman who was courted by almost all of the male students within the Silver Moon Academy, but what most people didn\'t know was that she practiced the secret cultivation art of Blood Binding technique, which meant that by being in close contact with whoever she charmed, she could drain their spiritual energy and use it for her own cultivation gain.

The more the contact with the victim is, the more she could drain spiritual energy from them. And the more powerful the victim is, the more spiritual energy they\'d have in store.

This was a dark art, and was made illegal to teach the students by the academic committee. Which is why Clara knowing this dark cultivation art was a rarity.

Dayton Palmer had learned of this fact by pure chance, and since then, he has been trying to keep his distance from this woman. Her father was an influential figure, and Dayton, although a genius, didn\'t have enough power to deal with him. This meant that things would only get troublesome for him if he decided to get involved.

However, it seemed that the girl found the disinterest of Dayton Palmer intriguing and, perhaps attracted by the massive amount of spiritual energy stored within him, was approaching him even more now, as he began earning the envy of every male student.

"It\'s called the Royal Academy now." Clara explained, and Dayton Palmer let out a fake chuckle. "Ha, yes. I almost forgot about that."

"Hey, can I come with you guys?" Clara moved closer to Dayton and asked, her bright blue eyes staring straight into Dayton\'s. "I feel like I\'ll end up lost if I don\'t have someone with me."

"O-Of course, Clara!" Lawrence, who had been completely smitten by Clara, answered while stuttering, and Dayton turned around, giving him a glare, which made him flinch in fear.

"Yay! Thanks!" Clara said with a smile, and Dayton let out a nervous laughter. \'How do I get out of this situation?\' He thought to himself.

"W-What do you want?" All of a sudden, a trembling voice entered his ears, and Dayton Palmer turned around with a frown on his face. Confused by his sudden change in expression, both Clara and Lawrence turned to look where he was staring at, and found an overweight young man surrounded by a bunch of Royal Academy students, standing behind one of the buildings.