A month had passed since that quiet yet thunderous battle of words between Meng Liyu and Lin Shu on the beach — a month of peace, training, and laughter.

The chaos of battle was long forgotten. In its place came the gentle rhythm of waves brushing the golden sand, and the warm light blue sky above them shines that gilded the air in serene stillness. The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and calm — a fragrance of peace that seemed to seep into every soul.

The Sanatan Flame Sect, Howling Abyss Sect, and Moonlight Pavilion had all chosen to remain on the island a while longer. What had begun as an alliance of circumstance had turned into something deeper — three sects living side by side, learning from each other, laughing together. The Moonlight Pavilion had slowly become their friends, its icy aura now replaced by warmth and kinship.

In that month, they had trained, relaxed, and enjoyed life in equal measure. Disciples from the Moonlight Pavilion had grown close to those of the Sanatan Flame Sect and Howling Abyss Sect, sharing food, techniques, and even jokes.

Their leader, Meng Liyu, had changed more than anyone. Once proud, arrogant and distant, she now laughed easily, her sharp eyes softened. She had become a close friend to Lin Shu and Elder Liya — the three women often seen together, walking along the beach, chatting and teasing the younger disciples. There was no longer a trace of rivalry, only respect and admiration.

Meng Liyu often looked at Lin Shu with newfound fondness — the admiration of someone who had finally learned from another's strength.

Across the beach, training never stopped. Yan Chen had mastered all the techniques given by Shaurya, his progress visible in every precise movement. His strikes were faster now, his aura steadier, the faint glint of determination always flickering in his eyes.

Wang Tian and Luo Chen had advanced even further in their cultivation, their daily duels sharpening both mind and body.

Farther along the shore, Xiao Rui, Lee Bie, and Zong Bu lived in their own world of mischief. Every day was "fun day" for them. Their laughter echoed over the waves, often to the irritation of Elder Feng Yu, who personally train Cheng Fang because of his Primordial Sword Body.

"Again!" Elder Feng Yu barked, forcing Cheng Fang through another round of sword forms under the blazing sun.

Meanwhile, Xiao Rui and Lee Bie lounged nearby on the sand, pretending to cheer him on while eating fruits.

"Look at Cheng Fang go," Xiao Rui said, pretending to yawn. "Such dedication. Truly inspiring."

Lee Bie nodded gravely. "Yes, we should… probably cheer louder while relaxing."

Zong Bu laughed so hard he almost spilled his drink.

Cheng Fang turned red. "You three! One day I'll—"

"—train harder?" Lee Bie interrupted with a grin.

Elder Feng Yu sighed, shaking his head. "Hopeless fools," he muttered, though a faint smile betrayed his amusement.

Meanwhile, Zia Bailey had begun to take his role as leader seriously. His growth was visible — no longer the uncertain boy who once knelt in grief, he now carried himself with quiet confidence. The Howling Abyss Sect had already acknowledged him as their official Sect Leader.

He trained daily with Xia Coco, refining his control, while Elder Xia guided him with patient wisdom. His sect members often gathered around, cheering and offering support.

"Leader Zia!" one disciple shouted, "you've gotten faster again!"

Zia Bailey smiled faintly. "Still not enough. I have to be worthy of the title my grandfather had left for me."

Xia Coco smirked. "Then keep up, or I'll surpass you first."

Their laughter mixed with the sound of swords clashing softly under the warm sky.

Near the shoreline, Elder Wan had discovered a new rhythm of life. He spent his mornings teaching pill refinement to the remaining Alchemy Hall disciples. Only two were usually present — the third, Lee Bie, was almost always "busy having fun."

The air around Elder Wan's workspace was thick with the fragrance of medicinal herbs, incense, and glowing embers from spiritual fire.

"Remember," he said while stirring the cauldron, his tone calm but firm, "patience is the heart of alchemy. Even the greatest elixir will fail if brewed in haste."

The two disciples nodded nervously, their foreheads beaded with sweat. The cauldron rumbled softly, releasing a puff of smoke that smelled faintly of mint and flamegrass.

"Elder…" one of them coughed, waving his hand. "This smoke… tastes weird."

Elder Wan smiled knowingly. "Then it's working."

The disciples exchanged wary glances as Elder Wan chuckled quietly to himself.

The Golden Evenings

As the light dimmed, the light blue sky had turned black and crimson, the three sects gathered together for dinner. Bonfires burned across the sand, their golden light reflecting off cheerful faces.

Disciples from all sects shared food and laughter, their plates full of rice, grilled fruit, and warm bread. Someone played a flute in the distance, the gentle tune floating with the evening wind.

Meng Liyu often joined these meals. She would sit quietly, watching the younger ones chatter around the fire, her once-cold demeanor softened into a genuine smile. Sometimes she and Lin Shu shared stories or competed in cooking — with Elder Liya always acting as the self-appointed judge.

"Try this," Lin Shu said one night, handing Meng Liyu a roasted fish on a stick. "Shaurya taught me this recipe."

Meng Liyu took a bite, blinking in surprise. "It's good."

Lin Shu smirked proudly. "Told you."

Elder Liya, chewing thoughtfully beside them, nodded. "Hmm… not bad. Still, you over-salted it a little."

Lin Shu pointed her skewer at her. "You say that every time."

"Because it's true," Elder Liya said, laughing.

Their laughter joined the others'. The fire crackled, sparks rising into the sky like stars being born.

Through all of this, Shaurya remained motionless. He slept peacefully within Elder Wan's protective formation, surrounded by shimmering sigils that glowed softly like floating fireflies. His calm face and faint smile became a comforting sight to everyone.

The disciples had even given it a name: "Master's Divine Nap."

It became a kind of legend among them. Some said he was meditating in dreams. Others said he was in communication with the heavens.

"Do you think he's dreaming?" one disciple whispered one night.

"Of course," Luo Chen replied confidently, sitting nearby. "Probably dreaming about his greatness."

Wang Tian nodded seriously. "Or he's cultivating in his sleep. Only Master could pull that off."

The younger disciples giggled, glancing at Shaurya's serene expression. Even in rest, his aura felt protective — as if his mere presence kept evil at bay.

Every morning, Elder Wan inspected the formation, muttering as he worked. "Not even a mosquito shall disturb his rest."

And he was right. For thirty days, not a single sound crossed that glowing barrier.

One calm morning, the world itself seemed to hold its breath.

The light rose slowly, light blue sky returning scattering warm light across the sea. Wang Tian and Luo Chen were, as usual, locked in their morning spar. Wooden swords clashed, dust flying with every strike.

"You're slower today, Wang Tian!" Luo Chen teased mid-swing.

Wang Tian smirked. "Or maybe you've just gotten predictable."

Their blades met again with a satisfying crack.

Nearby, the Single Mingle Gang — Lee Bie, Xiao Rui, Zong Bu, Cheng Fang (who finally earned a break), with Lu Fang, and Sheng Lu — sprawled on a huge mattress, sipping coconut juice.

"You know," Xiao Rui said lazily, "watching those two fight is more tiring than fighting ourselves."

Lee Bie nodded solemnly. "Agreed. We must conserve energy for the evening feast."

Zong Bu stretched. "That's the spirit."

Elder Wan, overhearing, sighed heavily. "At this rate, your cultivation will regress."

Xiao Rui grinned cheekily. "Then I'll just cultivate laughter, Elder!"

Even Elder Wan couldn't help but chuckle.

And then — it happened.

A faint pulse of golden light rippled through the air. The formation around Shaurya shimmered, glowing brighter and brighter until it dissolved into a cascade of golden sparks that vanished into the morning breeze.

His fingers twitched. His chest rose in a deeper breath.

Slowly — his eyes opened.

Golden light flashed across his pupils before fading into their familiar calm black. He sat up, stretching, the morning sunlight bathing him in a soft, divine glow.

"Ahhh… what a great sleep," he murmured, voice rough with rest. "Did I oversleep?"

Elder Wan nearly dropped his book. "Master! You're awake!"

Heads turned across the beach. Gasps and cheers filled the air.

"Master finally awake!" disciples shouted, dropping what they were doing and rushing toward him.

Within seconds, Lin Shu, Elder Liya, and half the sect were gathered around, smiling in relief.

Lin Shu reached him first, eyes bright with joy. "You're awake! How are you feeling?"

Shaurya smiled lazily, rubbing his neck. "Like I just slept for a century."

Elder Wan exhaled in relief. "Your body has fully recovered. You've slept for exactly one month, Master."

Shaurya blinked, then laughed softly. "A month? No wonder I feel so refreshed."

He stood slowly, stretching as the morning sun painted his figure in gold. The faint pulse of divine aura returned around him — warm, steady, alive.

For a moment, everyone simply watched him, smiling quietly.

The flame of the Sanatan Sect had awakened once again.

And as the waves rolled endlessly against the shore, it felt as though the world itself exhaled — content, peaceful, and full of light.

To be continued…

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