Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 193: Back At The Martial School

"What’s up, Eli," Apollo greeted as the carriage behind him rolled away.

"Let’s go, Personal Disciple. The Headmaster is waiting for you," Eli said, motioning for Apollo to take the lead. He still couldn’t believe that a kid had been chosen by the Headmaster. There was little he knew about the Personal Disciple, but he trusted the Headmaster. All Eli had to do was fulfill his duty wholeheartedly.

"Alright," Apollo nodded, walking towards the entrance of the serpent-constricted building.

It was a giant, ancient structure, comparable to—or even better than—anything from his previous life. But Apollo knew its true size and beauty couldn’t be fully appreciated from the outside, only from within.

As he was about to push open the door, he heard his companion cough.

"Ehem, Personal Disciple Yoma," Eli called awkwardly.

Apollo turned, tilting his head in confusion. "What is it?"

"Well… you see," Eli scratched his cheek. "Once we enter, if you feel the atmosphere suddenly shift, please don’t be offended."

"Oh?" Apollo raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Why do you say that?"

"I think it’s better if you see for yourself," Eli replied.

"In that case," Apollo nodded, pushing the door wide open. An intense white light enveloped the two of them, and Apollo could feel the ground disappear beneath his feet as his body was pulled in a certain direction. A few seconds later, the sensation of solid ground returned.

Apollo opened his eyes to find himself in a bustling street filled with students, all absorbed in their own world. The air was thick with youthful energy, prompting him to take a deep breath. He also noticed the Qi in this place was of much higher quality than in the outside world, and it flowed into his body effortlessly. Even without actively cultivating, the Qi entered his body, energizing him.

But then, the atmosphere shifted. Gazes locked onto him, and murmurs spread through the crowd.

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Seeing this, Apollo turned to Eli, who looked back at him with a bitter smile.

"I guess this is what you meant," Apollo said, his ears perking up.

"So, he’s the Personal Disciple?"

"He’s just a kid. Why did Headmaster Axton pick someone like him?"

"I know, right? There are better candidates. Why him?"

They clearly knew who he was, and that made Apollo frown. I thought the Headmaster would keep it a secret. Why do the martial students already know about me?

"How did they find out?" Apollo asked his guide.

"That… I don’t know," Eli shook his head. "But rumors travel fast, especially when it concerns the position of the Personal Disciple."

"Oh? Is it really that valuable?" Apollo raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, but I’m not clear on all the details. All I know is your position is the end goal for some of the students," Eli explained, taking the lead this time. "Personal Disciple Yoma, follow me."

"Okay," Apollo nodded, walking behind Eli. Hmm, seems like this Personal Disciple thing is a bigger deal than I thought.

The two walked for a while before Eli turned to Apollo.

"From here on, we’ll fly," Eli said.

"Fly?" Apollo recalled the flying mount he had received as a gift from the Headmaster for being named the Personal Disciple.

"Yes," Eli nodded, bringing his fingers to his mouth and letting out a sharp whistle. The sound echoed loudly.

A few seconds later, two shrieks echoed from the sky.

Apollo looked up and saw two falcons circling in the air before diving toward them. Just as they were about to hit the ground, they spread their wings, slowing their descent.

The gust of wind kicked up dust, their hair blowing, and their clothes fluttering in the breeze.

The two falcons landed gracefully, one lowering its head toward Eli, the other toward Apollo.

"Haha, what’s up," Apollo chuckled, rubbing the Water-Attributed Falcon. It let out a small shriek, enjoying the touch. Then he glanced at Eli’s falcon, noticing the difference in its feathers. "Why does yours only have streaks of blue?"

"This one is still undergoing training. She hasn’t yet reached her full potential," Eli explained. "Let’s hop on, and I’ll lead you to Headmaster Axton’s residence."

"I can find my way there," Apollo said, hopping onto the back of his mount. He’d been there before and wasn’t worried about getting lost.

"My duty isn’t finished until I get you there," Eli replied, mounting his blue-streaked brown falcon. "Let’s go!" Experience tales at novelbuddy

With a powerful flap of their wings, they ascended, the streets below shrinking as they flew higher.

They soared side by side, and Apollo admired the island beneath them.

"Personal Disciple Yoma, I think you should give your mount a name!" Eli shouted above the wind.

Hearing this, Apollo’s eyes lit up. "You’re right!" He looked down at his blue falcon, who glanced back at him, as if understanding what was happening.

The beggar began to think, but then realized he didn’t know the falcon’s gender. "What’s my mount’s gender?" he asked Eli.

"Male!" Eli replied.

Hmm, what should I name him? Apollo put a hand under his chin. After a few seconds, his eyes gleamed. "I got it! I shall name you Bluetooth!"

Bluetooth shrieked happily, clearly satisfied with his new name.

Apollo felt proud of himself. When it came to naming, he considered himself the best in the world. Well, maybe not. The real reason he chose the name ’Bluetooth’ was because of his mount’s blue feathers. Blue feathers, Bluetooth—very similar, very classic, very thoughtful, very demure… Apollo nodded to himself, a smile forming on his face.

"Bluetooth?" Eli glanced at the blue falcon, puzzled, especially at the bird’s teeth. They were clearly white, so why ’Bluetooth’? But it was impossible to guess the Personal Disciple’s thoughts.

"We’re getting close," Eli reminded him, and soon they arrived at the highest building on the only mountain on the island.

The two falcons landed on the balcony, where the open residence of the Headmaster came into view.

Apollo jumped off Bluetooth, gave him a rub on the head, and walked inside.

There, he saw Headmaster Axton floating in mid-air, a thin black sword resting on his lap as dense Qi flowed into his body.

The beggar didn’t interrupt, choosing to wait while Eli stood a few steps behind him.

After a while, when Apollo was already yawning out of boredom, the Headmaster’s eyes opened.

"Oh, I see you’ve arrived," Axton said.