Grand Return System-Chapter 110: Moonlight Flicker

Moonlight Flicker

"Good, as expected of my son. You have ambition. Whether we can hold our heads high this time will depend on you."

Shera’s voice echoed through the training hall of Secret Sword Summit, heavy with renewed confidence.

The humiliation from earlier still burned in his chest like a stubborn ember.

"Hmph! Leon, you little brat, you’ve gone too far!"

Shera’s eyes darkened with rage.

"If my Secret Sword Summit loses to his Amethyst Summit Division in this Martial Meeting... I will be completely humiliated."

As he spoke, his palm slammed down again.

To Shera’s eyes, the table before him almost looked like Leon himself.

BOOM!

The table instantly disintegrated into dust, scattering across the stone floor.

Shan watched quietly from the side.

A faint smile slowly appeared on his lips—cold and confident.

"Father, don’t worry."

He folded his arms calmly.

"After this seclusion... my cultivation has already broken through to four stars of the Astral Realm."

"And I will soon step into the fifth star."

His tone carried absolute certainty.

"Other than the First Division’s eldest senior brother, no one in the entire Celestis Academy can match me."

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with arrogance.

"So how could two new students from a mere Amethyst Summit Division dare act so arrogantly?"

Shera’s eyes lit up.

He quickly stepped forward and placed a hand on Shan’s shoulder, examining his son carefully.

His spiritual sense swept through Shan’s body.

Moments later—

Shera burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"As expected of my son!"

"You actually broke through from the first star of Astral Realm to the fourth star in just two months of seclusion!"

His voice filled with pride.

"Good... very good!"

Shera’s anger from earlier seemed to dissolve.

The humiliation Leon caused him suddenly didn’t feel so unbearable.

"Leon... I want to see how you plan to fight me now."

Shera’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

Truthfully, Shan’s aptitude had always been excellent.

The only problem was his personality—lazy, indulgent, unwilling to push himself.

But the rivalry between Secret Sword Summit and Amethyst Summit Division had finally ignited his fighting spirit.

And once Shan began cultivating seriously—

His talent revealed itself terrifyingly fast.

Three minor realms in two months.

Even Shera hadn’t expected such explosive progress.

Shera nodded with satisfaction.

"Shan."

"Follow me."

He turned toward the inner chamber.

"Today, your father will teach you a powerful Sacred Art."

"In case of emergencies."

Shan’s eyes flashed with anticipation.

Without another word, the two of them walked toward the cultivation chamber deep inside the summit.

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Meanwhile—

Across the vast Celestis Academy premises, the atmosphere had completely changed.

After Leon’s shocking breakthrough days earlier, the pressure on the other divisions had skyrocketed.

Every summit had entered intense preparation mode.

Disciples trained day and night.

Sword lights flashed constantly across mountains.

Mana rippled through forests and courtyards.

The Seven Division Martial Meeting was approaching.

And no one wanted to lose.

Division leaders personally guided their students.

Hidden techniques were revealed.

Secret arts were passed down.

Everyone hoped their division would shine during the upcoming competition.

Days passed quickly.

Soon—

Only three days remained before the Martial Meeting began.

The tension in the academy grew heavier with each passing hour.

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On this quiet morning—

Inside the bamboo forest of Amethyst Summit Division.

A hush of air slipped between the high bamboo stalks, making their leafy tips whisper. Branches trembled slightly as a light breeze passed by, brushing through fresh green blades.

Faint light slipped between leaves, painting the soil in scattered gold. Trees above broke the sun into pieces that danced on moss and dirt.

Away from the trees sat a still body of water, high up where the land climbs. The quiet spread wide around it.

Floating still, the surface of the lake mirrored the sky above, smooth as a freshly cleaned windowpane.

Fog curled around his boots as Leon waited by the water’s rim.

Facing away from the trail of tall reeds, his spine met the air. Behind him stretched the slender stems, lining the route without a sound.

A breeze lifted his dark hair just enough to graze the fabric of the robe - deep as night, threaded through with faint purple designs that shimmered when they caught the light.

Behind him—

Selena stood quietly.

She had arrived earlier after receiving Leon’s message.

"Teacher..."

Selena spoke softly.

"Why did you call me here today?"

A hush followed her words, yet wonder lingered. Quiet admiration shaped each syllable she spoke.

Frozen in place, she watched him - Leon - at the water’s edge, his height cutting a sharp line against the sky. Her eyes, pale as ice, held nothing but wait.

Fresh from months of quiet effort, Selena now turned heads without trying. Her presence carried a weight it hadn’t before - subtle, but impossible to miss. Time had sharpened her features, not softened them. Something about the way she moved made people pause mid-step. The change wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.

Floating behind her, strands of pale silver fell straight as light caught each one.

Fringes of hair fell softly beside her cheeks. Her features seemed to catch the light just so.

Frozen lakes under pale winter light - that’s where her quiet, steady gaze seemed to come from. The blue held stillness, a hush caught in color.

A quiet sort of grace lived in her features, where softness shaped the curve of her cheeks. Lips, barely pronounced, added balance without drawing attention. The line of her jaw suggested nobility, though she never claimed it. Elegance showed up not in bold strokes but in stillness.

Smoothness settled into her skin, deeper now from the steady flow of cleansed mana. Quiet changes showed through days of practice. Each session left a trace more refined than before.

Under morning light, it showed a soft shine like thin china.

A pale blue sash held the robe at her waist, snug against Selena’s frame. White like fresh snow, the fabric fell straight down, shaped close without looseness. The garment followed her form, smooth and plain, secured gently at the middle.

A soft drape began at her shoulder, slipping down along the shape she carried. Then it opened wide near the floor, pooling in folds that moved with each step.

Flesh now filled out what fabric once hid. Curves showed where angles used to be. Time shaped her differently under the loose cloth.

A soft rise and fall shaped the fabric, her C-cup breasts moving with each breath. The curve of them met the material quietly, outlined without force. With every inhale, the cloth lifted slightly, then eased back down again.

A gap in the fabric showed her legs when she stayed still. The opening ran down one side, catching sight of skin beneath. She did not move, yet the way the cloth fell gave it away. One leg appeared where the material split apart. Standing there made the division more obvious. A stretch of limb came into view because of how the garment hung open.

Smooth thighs.

Slender calves.

And graceful hips that curved naturally beneath the fabric.

Leon didn’t turn immediately.

Instead—

His gaze remained on the still lake before him.

The reflection of the mountains rippled faintly across the water.

He spoke calmly.

"Everyone is preparing for the Martial Meeting."

His voice was quiet but steady.

"But your training today will be different."

Selena blinked slightly.

"Different?"

Leon finally turned.

His purple eyes swept across Selena.

For a brief moment—

He examined her carefully.

She’s grown again...

Leon thought inwardly.

Her cultivation aura is steadier. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

And...

His gaze paused briefly at her Boobs.

Her boobs look a little bigger than before.

Selena noticed his eyes lingering.

Her cheeks instantly flushed pink.

"Teacher..."

She looked slightly embarrassed.

Leon quickly shifted his gaze.

He coughed lightly.

"You’ve been training well."

Selena’s blush deepened.

"Thank you, Teacher..."

Leon picked up a slender piece of bamboo from the ground.

He held it horizontally before his chest.

"Disciple."

"I will teach you a unique skill today."

"Watch carefully."

His posture suddenly changed.

The calm lake.

The bamboo forest.

The wind.

Everything seemed to merge with him.

Leon moved.

The bamboo stick in his hand became a sword.

His body stepped forward.

SWISH!

A sharp flash of sword intent exploded outward.

The bamboo stick sliced through the air.

A streak of pale sword energy shot forward.

The lake surface trembled violently.

WHOOSH!

A long ripple split across the water.

It looked as if an invisible blade had cut the lake in half.

Selena’s eyes widened.

"Teacher...!"

The power of that strike shocked her.

Even though Leon had used nothing but a bamboo branch—

The sword intent behind it felt overwhelming.

Leon slowly lowered the bamboo.

"This technique..."

He said calmly.

"Is called Moonlight Flicker Strike."

"It is an ultimate move I developed by combining several forms of the Amethyst Mist Sword technique."

"The sword momentum must be swift."

"Domineering."

"And decisive."

He looked at Selena.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Selena nodded immediately.

"Yes."

Her mind replayed the movement Leon had just performed.

Every detail.

Every angle.

Her photographic memory captured everything.

Because the move originated from the Amethyst Mist Sword technique, it was easier for her to understand.

After visualizing it several times—

Her eyes lit up.

"Teacher."

"I’ve learned it."

Leon nodded.

"Very good."

But inside—

His thoughts were different.

Now comes the real part.

Suddenly—

A mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

[Ding...]

[You taught your student Moonlight Flicker Strike.]

[Triggering Critical Hit Return.]

[Activate?]

Leon smiled faintly.

"Activate."

[Congratulations.]

[You have obtained Heaven-grade secret technique: Hell Maw Strike.]

The corners of Leon’s mouth slowly lifted.

Perfect.

That—

Was exactly what he had been waiting for.