Earth's Greatest Magus - Chapter 2740: Sword Dao
Chapter 2740: Sword Dao
The match did not only benefit the students—it enlightened Emery as well. It had given him rare insight into the harmony between the Laws of Earth and the Sword that helped him glimpse a deeper layer of his own Dao.
When the match ended, Emery sat alone in quiet reflection, spent a few hours dwelling on it before he began exchanging insights with the Master, discussing the comprehension he had gained over the past two decades.
Three days later, he finally emerged from meditation with a new understanding of the sword art. He wished to stay longer, but he knew there was little more he could learn—unless he intended to spend months of training under Master Atika.
“The sword path you’ve chosen… you won’t learn much more from me,” she said calmly. Then, she added, “If you wish to advance, seek the Heaven and Earth Sword Sect. They may have what you seek.”
The name struck a chord. He nodded in gratitude, quietly engraving the name into his heart. Once his current affairs were settled, he promised himself he would seek it out.
When Emery finally came out of the hall, he didn’t leave immediately. He had not planned to stay for long, but he wished to wait for Fjolrin, who was in closed cultivation after spending several days using the academy’s reward at the [Myriad Spring of Life]. Beyond that, Emery felt a growing attachment to the acolytes here. As intended, the Twin Halls were filled with talented young individuals from lower realms and underprivileged races—students who reminded him of his own origin.
Thus, he decided to spend some of his time teaching, discussing sword stances, Dao comprehension, and elemental harmony. His insights into the Heaven and Earth Dao fascinated the young acolytes; even brief words from him sparked breakthroughs in their cultivation, especially those studying his Dao Steps and Dao Sword techniques.
Emery also shared some of his pills and potions. Since his departure years ago—and the subsequent downfall of his old apothecary shops—the Twin Halls had been lacking the alchemical resources that once served as their main advantage. Unfortunately, most of the stock he had on hand wasn’t particularly useful for those below the Magus Realm. Still, he made a mental note to replenish his supplies soon and send more appropriate concoctions for their training and cultivation.
A few more days passed peacefully. During that time, Gwen and Glita found their own fortune learning from other instructors and acolytes, immersing themselves in sword drills, formations, and energy refinement. However, their studies were abruptly interrupted by the arrival of unexpected guests.
A sharp voice echoed through the courtyard.
“Where is the head instructor!?”
The crowd of students parted. Striding through the gateway was a tall Grand Magus dressed in fine blue robes adorned with silver insignia—a mark of one of the middle-ranked halls. His expression was twisted with disdain. Whispers rippled among the students.
“That’s the instructor from Hall 58…”
Behind the man stood an academy official, his presence silent but lending authority. The visiting Grand Magus surveyed the twin halls like they were a dirty alleyway unworthy of his boots.
“This hall dares to harbor so many outsiders?” he sneered, gesturing toward Emery and the visitors. “Who do you think you are? This is not an inn! This is the Magus Academy!”
Gasps spread among the students. His words dripped with venom. Even the academy official beside him merely nodded, not daring to contradict him.
Emery met the man’s glare with calm indifference, though his presence subtly thickened the air. He had overstayed his guest rights—he knew that—but arrogance was something he had little patience for. Around him, the young acolytes of the twin halls shifted uncomfortably, their anger restrained by fear.
Kat stepped forward, trying to mediate. “Sir, our head instructor—”
“I am not speaking to a lowly magus!” the man snapped. “Call out your superior!”
The words struck like a slap.
Kat flinched, and murmurs of outrage rose from the acolytes. Before the tension could explode, the air shimmered—and Master Atika emerged from within the hall.
Her steps were steady, her expression calm, yet her mere presence seemed to steady the tense air.
“Instructor,” she said evenly, “if there is an issue, you can bring it to me directly. There’s no need to shout before my students.”
Her composure only seemed to irritate him further. The Grand Magus sneered, his face twisting with disdain.
“Tch, look at this place—half-breeds and failures gathered like vermin in a den! You don’t deserve to stay in this upper hall!”
Gasps spread among the watching acolytes, their faces pale with anger and disbelief.
That was the final straw.
Emery’s expression darkened. He could tolerate insults directed at him—but not toward his master. In a heartbeat, space rippled.
Snap—
Emery vanished from where he stood and reappeared beside the Grand Magus. The sudden distortion made the man flinch, but before he could react, Emery’s gaze locked onto him—his eyes glowing with cold silver light.
A pulse of soul energy burst forth.
The [Spectral Gaze] struck like an invisible storm, freezing the Grand Magus in place. His body stiffened, his breath hitched, and sweat beaded on his forehead as his mind was seized by an overwhelming spiritual pressure.
Emery’s voice came low and calm, almost whispering against the man’s ear.
“Who are you… and who sent you here?”
The man’s lips trembled. His soul shuddered under the weight of Emery’s will, but he forced out a defiant growl.
“Y-you… dare to attack me on academy grounds…?”
Emery’s expression didn’t waver. His tone turned cold as steel.
“Well, like you said—I’m just an outsider. What do I care?”
“W-wait—wait—!” The man’s words broke into panic as Emery’s spirit force intensified, the mental barrier around his thoughts beginning to crack.
He needed only a few more seconds to tear through—
“Emery, stop!”
A figure rushed toward them, robes fluttering, breath short—it was Urix, the academy coordinator. He looked between the two men in shock before hastily holding up a glowing jade tablet.
“Wait—this is the extension permit! The mistake was mine!” he shouted.
Emery hesitated. His glowing eyes dimmed, the air still humming with restrained power. Slowly, he released his hold. The Grand Magus stumbled backward, gasping as the invisible weight vanished. His face had gone pale, and without another word, he turned and fled—too shaken to keep his dignity.
The courtyard fell silent once more.
Emery turned to Urix. “Now tell me… what is this all about”
