Chapter 10 A New Beginning Or Not?

• Jackson groaned as he stirred awake, his body feeling like it had been used as a punching bag by a bodybuilder on steroids. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the expensive curtains of his apartment or should he say Jenna's? Well, since she said it is his for the long term so be it.
• For a moment, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling, processing everything that happened a day ago regarding Storm Academy.
• The battle. The chaos. The mosquitoes from nowhere, the sudden illusion, the maze and lot more.
• "I really need to rest more."
• He sighed and winced from pain, finally lifting his arms to inspect the light injuries on his body. Bruises, a few cuts, nothing serious. He’d definitely had worse. But that wasn’t what made him pause. No, it was what had awakened during the battle.
• His Dual Cultivator Innate Potential, something that even he hadn’t expected. The moment it activated, fragments of long-buried memories surfaced, revealing the truth of his hidden bloodline, about how he can get stronger by having intimate relationship with ladies which got him excited.
• Jackson smirked. That ridiculous term still sounded like something ripped straight out of a smut novel, but the temporary power it had granted him?
• Undeniable.
• He could still remember the exact moment it happened when the fight was at its peak, when survival instincts kicked in, and something deep inside him cracked open like a dam bursting as he tried saving Logan from a sneak attack. Power flooded his body, his movements became sharper, his energy surged, and suddenly he wasn’t just another struggling new student. Even Celeste had been shocked, and the other guy? Jealous as hell.
• He had wrecked.
• He tore through enemies like a wild beast let loose, moving with an instinct he didn’t even know he had. His punches landed harder, his reactions became faster, and his Qi—hell, it felt alive.
• By the time the dust settled, he was standing among the best, making most of the students clap for him as they felt like he was among the reason they alive.
• And just when they thought they had survived the nightmare, thinking the unknown enemy attack was over...
• The academy revealed the truth—
• It was all a test.
• A damn entrance exam.
• What kind of academy sets an exam that could actually kill people?
• Then they dropped another bombshell—no one had actually died. Everyone they thought was dead had been illusions. The real bodies had been teleported out of the danger zone. This has left them emotionally unstable throughout that day as they tried processing it, heck a girl who thought her brother died couldn't take it and fainted when she heard the news.
• Jackson exhaled deeply, still trying to decide if he should be pissed or impressed.
• The academy was insane.
• A bunch of them had nearly died, and the first thing they heard afterward was: "Congratulations! You passed!"
• After all that madness, they were finally welcomed into the academy.
• As a reward, they each received personalized cultivation techniques, carefully chosen based on their observed fighting styles. Jackson received something called Dual Yang Rebirth Art—and just from the name alone, he could already guess what kind of techniques he would be practicing. It seemed the Principal knew exactly what kind of meridian he had, and that realization scared him.
• And to make things even more interesting, the academy wasn’t letting them rest just yet.
• They had two weeks before real training began, and during that time, they were expected to master their techniques on their own.
• If they had questions? The academy gave them access to some teachers' contact numbers.
• A rare kindness… or just another part of the test?
• Either way, Jackson knew one thing—he wasn’t wasting this opportunity.
• Sighing again, he rolled out of bed, stretching his stiff muscles before heading toward the bathroom.
• Jenna wasn’t home. She wouldn’t be back until 8 PM, or worse, 9 PM.
• Jackson pulled off his shirt, then his pants, stepping in front of the bathroom mirror.
• His gaze drifted downward to his slumbering dragon in admiration.
• He smirked. “You really woke up, huh?”
• His new power had strengthened everything. And he meant everything.
• Even his regular 7-inch dragon had experienced a growth spurt, now standing at 9 inches, making it a true dragon among men. Maybe this can be called a breakthrough to immortality?
• His reflection in the mirror showed a man reborn—stronger, sharper, with a glint of confidence in his eyes. He had been an introvert for so long that adjusting to his new look was strange. His face now carried an almost Playboy-like charm, as if he had been born for seduction.
• Just as he was about to turn on the water—
• BANG! BANG! BANG!
• A loud knock slammed against the apartment door, making the walls shake.
• Jackson’s smirk faded, replaced by a deep frown.
• "Who the hell? Don’t they know it’s too early for this?"
• His voice had barely faded when another loud bang followed, accompanied by an impatient voice.
• “Open up, you bitch!”
• Jackson groaned, rubbing his temples.
• He wasn’t in the mood for whatever nonsense was waiting outside, but whoever it was clearly wasn’t planning on leaving.
• Three minutes later.
• Bang!
• Bang!
• Bang!
• "Young lady, open this door right now, or I’m going to throw you out of this building! Do you hear me?!"
• "Stupid bitch, open up this door…!"
• "Get out here right now!"
• This time, a female voice joined the chaos, banging relentlessly on his door.
• Jackson could feel the bright rays of the sun shining on his face as he opened his eyes again. He stood up, completely ignoring the irritating voices outside his apartment.
• "Well, at least I’m in my room," Jackson mumbled with a yawn, feeling like he should explain to whosoever was at the door.
• "WHOEVER IS AT THE DOOR, PLEASE GO AWAY! MY AUNT IS NOT AROUND. ONLY I, JACKSON, AM!"
• With that declaration, he completely ignored whatever response might come and focused on taking his morning bath.
• He hated being disturbed during this sacred time a time for admiring his body, singing loudly, and dancing under the shower.
• As the icy cold water flowed down his body, his attention was suddenly drawn to a glaring problem.
• He had morning wood.
• Immediately, he switched to an even colder shower, hoping it would solve the issue.
• Bang!
• He could hear the door to his apartment being opened—hopefully, not broken. Footsteps approached his room.
• A loud voice shouted out.
• "Evary Jenna! Where the hell are you?! Who do you think you are, daring to ignore my call?!"
• Jackson groaned but paid no attention as he stood under the shower.
• Then, he heard the bathroom door swing open.
• With force.
• His closed eyes snapped open, meeting the gaze of the sexy but noisy intruder.
• For a moment, Jackson just stared his expression stunned, as if he was witnessing the impossible.
• Standing before him was Miss Alecia.
• A blonde, fair-skinned 55-year-old woman with a huge pair of breasts resting on her chest and a big heart-shaped ass supported by wide, swaying hips.
• Her face had light wrinkles, not enough to diminish her beauty but rather accentuating her mature allure.
• She was a dream fuck for thousands of men in the city.
• Yet, no man dared approach her not openly, at least.
• Alecia was a Peak Elite Warrior Realm cultivator, an intimidating status on its own. But even that wasn’t enough to keep the predators of the city at bay.
• What truly made men obediently keep their lustful thoughts to themselves was her status.
• She was the favorite mistress of the city’s governor.
• And today, she had called for an emergency meeting.
• But after doing a casual roll call, she discovered that one of her tenants had the audacity to ignore her summons.
• As if that wasn’t bad enough, they had refused to open the door, leaving her standing outside like a fool.
• Furious, she broke in, traced them to the bathroom, and barged in...
• Only to see something she never expected.