"Did Fly... did he really pull it off?"

  Leo stared at Fly with eyes full of disbelief. Although he knew Fly was a rare genius and had a premonition that Fly might pass Grandmaster Muse's test when he accompanied him here, witnessing it become reality was still astonishing.

  It felt like joking about how you'd spend the lottery money after winning, only to turn around and realize you actually held the winning ticket.

  "Congratulations, Fly!" 'Emperor' Valerius walked up from below the stage and slapped Fly heartily on the shoulder, his joy overflowing in his expression.

  As the second son of the Tarantino family, Valerius was really just here along for the ride. Given his status, he didn't place too much weight on the identity of being Grandmaster Muse's disciple. However, failing to overcome the test of the Inner Demon had indeed been a blow to him, given his consistently competitive nature.

  But now, seeing Fly successfully pass the test and be accepted as Grandmaster Muse's personal disciple, the gloom of his earlier failure vanished into thin air.

  After all, barring any accidents, he and Fly would both be representing Star City High in The Jade State League. As his teammate, the stronger Fly was, the more advantageous it would be for him.

  "I was scared to death just now! Congrats, Fly." Jett Gale also ran onto the stage to offer his congratulations. Although he had fainted earlier, physically he was fine. The purpose of The Scroll of Martial Heart-Tempering was to select talent, not to actually harm the trial-takers. So, after resting for a while, Jett had basically recovered to his original state.

  "Congratulations to you, Fly." Genevieve stood to the side, a faint smile also appearing on her face.

  Fly is gradually getting on the right track. I need to step up my game, too, Genevieve thought to herself.

  Because of the Student Council incident, she and Fly had become allies. But she also understood that the Star City High Student Council wasn't the real trouble; the real trouble was the faction of Lysander Thorne hiding behind the scenes. Although Fly had outstanding talent, he was still too insignificant compared to Lysander and his faction. She needed to work hard herself so she wouldn't drag him down.

  Moreover, in Genevieve's heart, her revenge had to be exacted with her own hands.

  "Thanks, everyone!" Looking at his excited partners, Fly responded with a smile.

  Next, it was time to meet Grandmaster Muse. Since Grandmaster Muse had specifically asked to see only Fly, he couldn't bring anyone else along, even though he had a good relationship with Genevieve and the others.

  Guided by Cynthia Muse, Fly had no choice but to bid a temporary farewell to Genevieve and the others and leave the main exhibition hall.

  Meanwhile, the gazes of the other students in the hall remained fixed on Fly, never shifting away.

  "I'm so envious!"

  "Yeah, Fly was already a genius at Star City High. Now that he's been taken in as a disciple by Grandmaster Muse, the gap between us and him is probably only going to get wider."

  "And he seems to have a really good relationship with Genevieve, too..."

  "Damn it, why does it have to be Fly? I want to be Grandmaster Muse's disciple too!"

  ...

  Various discussions drifted from behind Fly, the tone of every voice filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

  It was evident just how much weight Grandmaster Muse held among these students.

  Once Fly and Cynthia walked up the stairs together, he asked curiously, "By the way, why is Grandmaster Muse only accepting one apprentice?"

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  "Isn't Genevieve's talent also quite good?"

  "And she seems to be an old acquaintance of yours, Miss Cynthia?"

  In his impression, Genevieve's family had extensive connections and considerable wealth.

  Since she had known Cynthia for a long time, she should be well aware of this.

  Regardless of whether Grandmaster Muse wanted a sword for revenge or a successor to his legacy, wouldn't it be better to take a talent like Genevieve as a disciple as well?

  "Her aunt and I are childhood friends. Speaking from a selfish perspective, I certainly hope she could also receive my father's guidance," Cynthia explained, parting her red lips slightly.

  "Unfortunately, my father's will is not something I can influence."

  After saying this, Cynthia turned her head to look at Fly and continued.

  "I feel that your reaction, Fly, seems a bit... flat."

  Cynthia turned to size Fly up. Although he was only a first-year high school student, he was half a head taller than her. His features were handsome, his demeanor refined. Whether viewed from the front or the side, he was incredibly dashing, without a single flaw.

  This immediately generated a fair amount of goodwill in her heart.

  But, from the moment her father announced he had chosen Fly until now, Fly's emotions didn't seem to have fluctuated much.

  Even his breathing rhythm, which had been somewhat disordered after the trial, had gradually calmed down.

  Was this unflappable mindset a deliberate act?

  Or was he truly as calm as still water deep down?

  At his age, such composure inevitably surprised Cynthia.

  If it were any other student, they probably would have been so excited they couldn't control themselves by now.

  "Actually, I am very happy. This will be a great help to both my future Martial Studies cultivation and my growth and development. It's just..."

  Fly said with a smile.

  "Aside from martial cultivation, I don't know much about other things. So, I don't really have a concept of exactly how lucky it is to become Grandmaster Muse's personal disciple."

  Although he had traveled to this world more than two months ago, Fly hadn't inherited the memories of his predecessor. Therefore, he was still in the exploration phase regarding most of the situation in this world.

  He had only learned from others that this guy named Muse was very formidable—a Grandmaster Realm Beast Warrior.

  And his biggest trump card was the assistance of the Insect Fusion System.

  Regarding this point, Fly hadn't spoken about it in detail to anyone. Even with someone as close as Dean Sterling, Fly had only briefly mentioned that his Beast Totem would continuously evolve.

  He wondered what kind of evaluation this matter would receive in the eyes of Grandmaster Muse.

  A transmigrator obtaining a system and subsequently dominating an otherworld—this was a classic plot in web novels. Fly had read countless books like that in his past life.

  But these days, Fly gradually felt that his system didn't seem that simple.

  Here, just like Fly's previous life, was a world that emphasized science.

  In that case, how should this mysterious system that came with his transmigration be explained?

  He didn't know if he could get any useful clues from this Grandmaster Muse.

  He could only probe indirectly. Fly understood that the Insect Fusion System was his biggest trump card, and he couldn't easily reveal it to anyone.

  Also...

  He had heard from 'Emperor' Valerius that after Grandmaster Muse retired, many of his assets were detained by Helios Warrior Corp under various pretexts.

  As a result, Grandmaster Muse must have suffered heavy losses, and the resources accumulated over many years might have been destroyed in one fell swoop.

  The key question was: how much help could this Grandmaster Muse actually provide for his future?

  These various questions dampened the excitement Fly felt about passing the The Scroll of Martial Heart-Tempering quite a bit.

  Of course, Fly naturally wouldn't voice these concerns in front of Grandmaster Muse's daughter, Cynthia.

  "So that's how it is." A trace of surprise flashed through Cynthia's eyes, but she just nodded gently and didn't say anything more.

  After walking out of the art gallery, Fly saw that Cynthia's driver had already parked the car at the entrance.

  Although Fly didn't know much about cars, he could tell that this vehicle was very similar to the stretched Lincoln from his previous life. Luxurious interior, flickering ambient lighting, a built-in refrigerator stocked with cold drinks... even the leather seats were incredibly comfortable to sit on.

  After leaning back in the seat for a short while, an idea suddenly flashed through Fly's mind.

  He took out his phone, opened the TT app, and conveniently turned on a beauty filter.

  "Miss Cynthia, you don't mind if I shoot a short video, do you?" Fly asked with a smile.

  "Of course not." Cynthia smiled and shook her head. she simply tidied her hair, leaned in closer to Fly, and entered the frame of his phone video.

  Fly's nose twitched slightly. He sensed a faint fragrance wafting over, followed by the warmth of Cynthia's arm.

  "Hi, everyone! I'm Fly."

  "Just now, I passed Grandmaster Muse's trial."

  "Right now, I'm in a luxurious stretch limousine, heading with Miss Cynthia to pay my respects to Grandmaster Muse."

  "I'm truly so happy!"

  Fly revealed an innocent, brilliant smile and recorded a video of about thirty seconds. The moment he pressed the stop button, the expression on his face reverted to its previous calmness.

  Watching Fly's operation, Cynthia couldn't help but be stunned. "You are...?"

  "Oh, just managing my self-media account. Giving the fans a little welfare content. By the way, Miss Cynthia, do you know any distributors or suppliers? I can carve out some time to help do livestream sales."

  Cynthia: "???"

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