Daemon Archeron had been studying for the National Academic Test for months, pouring over stacks of books and study materials. He worked through every sample test available, practicing with a diligence that bordered on obsession.

He even sought out the best tutors in the city, paying them exorbitant fees to help him perfect his skills. As the test approached, Daemon felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, his mind filled with images of success and failure.

The day of the test finally arrived, and Daemon woke up early, his heart pounding with anticipation. He could feel the cool breeze wafting in through the open window, carrying with it the sounds of the city waking up. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled his nostrils, and he savored its rich aroma. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that he had done everything he could to prepare for this moment.

As he entered the examination hall, he noticed the intense silence that filled the air. The room was spacious, and the desks were arranged in neat rows, the polished wood reflecting the bright fluorescent lights overhead. The atmosphere was solemn, and it was clear that everyone was taking the test seriously. The sound of pencils scratching against paper filled the room, creating a steady rhythm that pulsed in the background.

Daemon took his seat, the hard wooden chair creaking beneath him. The test began, and he went through the questions carefully, his mind working at lightning speed. He could feel his heart beating faster as he reached the final question. After answering it, he took a deep breath and looked at the clock. The seconds ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity.

He checked his answers for any mistakes, the sound of rustling paper echoing through the hall. His eyes darted across the page, scanning each line for errors. He made sure everything was in order before taking a final glance at the clock. He still had a few minutes left.

As the time ran out, he handed in his test paper and left the hall. He felt a sense of relief and accomplishment, knowing that he had done his best. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the empty hall, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the test. He could hear the distant sound of traffic outside, the city continuing on with its daily routine, oblivious to the momentous event that had just taken place.

With his acceptance into the prestigious Celestial Academy, Daemon Archeron was on the brink of realizing his dream of becoming a powerful cultivator. However, he still had one final hurdle to overcome - the cultivation aptitude test. As he was escorted to the testing hall, his heart raced with anticipation. The hallway was dimly lit, the walls lined with portraits of legendary cultivators, their fierce eyes seeming to follow his every move.

Upon entering the testing hall, he was greeted by a team of stern-looking instructors. The room was vast, the high ceilings adorned with intricate carvings and glittering chandeliers. Rows of students sat hunched over their desks, their faces tense with concentration as they worked through their tests. Daemon took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

The cultivation aptitude test was designed to evaluate his potential as a cultivator. It consisted of a series of complex exercises, each one designed to measure his spiritual power, physical strength, and elemental affinity. Daemon worked through the tests with fierce determination, his mind focused on achieving the highest score possible. The air was thick with the scent of incense, the sound of his breathing and the rustle of his clothes echoing through the hall.

As he waited for the results, Daemon's heart pounded with anticipation. He had been told that his intelligence and emotional control were exceptional, but he wasn't sure if that would be enough to be accepted into the elite class. The instructors reviewed his test results with a critical eye, their expressions inscrutable. Finally, the head instructor spoke. "Congratulations, Daemon Archeron," she said, a hint of admiration in her voice. "You have been found to possess the highest level of cultivation aptitude, and have been accepted into the elite class."

Daemon felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had passed with flying colors, his dream of becoming a cultivator within his grasp. The other students looked at him with a mix of envy and awe, their eyes glued to his every move. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that his hard work had paid off.

Daemon Archeron had waited for this day for what seemed like an eternity. After weeks of preparation and the cultivation aptitude test, he was finally accepted into the elite class at Celestial Academy. As he made his way through the towering corridors, he could feel the excitement brewing within him. The walls were adorned with intricate paintings and carvings, depicting ancient legends and battles. The air was filled with the aroma of incense and the distant sound of chanting.

The intricate maze of halls led Daemon to the front desk, where he received a map of the academy and directions to his dormitory. He could hear the chatter of students and instructors as they made their way through the halls. The ceilings were high and painted with vibrant colors, while the floors were polished to a shine.

After finding his dormitory, Daemon quickly unpacked and set up his room. He meticulously arranged his study materials, weapons, and cultivation tools to ensure everything was in perfect order. He then went through his regular morning routine, starting with meditation and followed by a rigorous physical workout. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he ensured that his appearance was immaculate, just as it always was.

As he neared the door of the elite class Daemon took a deep breath as he entered the room, his eyes scanning the crowd of students who were already gathered there. He noticed the curious glances and sly smirks thrown his way, but he refused to let it faze him. He walked with purpose, his footsteps echoing against the polished floor.

As he reached the front of the room, his eyes met with the stunning instructor. She was unlike anyone he had ever seen before. Her sharp features and striking blue eyes left him momentarily speechless. She wore a long, flowing robe that was embroidered with intricate patterns, and her hair was braided in an elaborate style that added to her regal appearance.

"Welcome, elite class," she began, her voice smooth and commanding. "I am Professor Lyra, and I will be your instructor for this year."

Daemon's attention was immediately drawn to her as she began to explain what their schedule would look like for the year. She went over their courses and the expectations for their performance, and Daemon felt his excitement building. He was eager to begin his training at Celestial Academy.

As the elite class made their way towards the training grounds, Daemon couldn't help but admire the beauty of the academy's surroundings. The crisp morning air filled his lungs, and he felt invigorated. The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, and its golden rays illuminated the vast expanse of the training grounds.

The grounds were massive, with countless training fields and sparring areas spread out before them. Daemon could feel the energy emanating from the grounds, and he knew that this was where he would hone his skills as a cultivator.

The training ground was vast and serene, and the sun had just started to rise, casting a warm golden glow across the surroundings. The group of elite students walked towards their first lesson, and Daemon's heart was beating with excitement. The air was crisp and clean, and the sounds of nature filled the air.

As they arrived at the training ground, Daemon could feel the energy coursing through his veins, and his muscles tensed with anticipation. The instructor started the lesson with an explanation of the fundamental techniques of cultivation. Her voice was soothing yet commanding, and Daemon found himself hanging onto every word.

As he started practicing, he closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He could feel the energy flowing through him, filling him with power and strength. Every movement was deliberate, and every breath he took felt deeper and more energizing. He could sense his mind and body becoming one, and he knew that he was on the right path towards becoming a true cultivator.

The sounds of nature around him were like music to his ears, and the scent of the grass and flowers filled his nose. As he moved through the exercises, he could feel the wind brushing against his skin, and he was aware of the slightest shifts in the earth beneath his feet.

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"This is amazing," Daemon whispered to himself as he completed the first exercise. The day had just begun, but for Daemon, it was the start of an incredible journey towards becoming a true cultivator.

"Mr. Archeron, you seem to be quite advanced for a first-year student," Instructor Lyra remarked, impressed by Daemon's abilities.

Daemon's chest swelled with pride as he replied, "Thank you, Instructor. I've been studying cultivation techniques for years."

"I can tell," she said with a smile. "I have some more advanced techniques that I believe you'll find more interesting."

Daemon's eyes lit up with excitement as he eagerly accepted the challenge. As Lyra demonstrated the new techniques, he watched with intense focus. After just one demonstration, he was able to memorize and execute the movements flawlessly.

The other students watched in amazement as Daemon effortlessly performed the advanced techniques. Some looked at him with envy, while others admired his skills.

"How is he doing that?" one student whispered to another.

"I don't know, but I wish I could do it too," the other student replied.

Lyra observed the class, noticing the admiration and envy directed towards Daemon. As the rest of the students watched in awe, Daemon continued to execute the techniques with ease, his movements becoming more fluid with each repetition. The other students were struggling to keep up, but Daemon remained focused, determined to master the techniques.

Instructor Lyra couldn't help but smile as she watched Daemon's progress. "Impressive, Daemon. You seem to have a natural talent for cultivation that surpasses even me when I was your age" she said, her eyes shining with admiration.

"Thank you, Instructor," Daemon replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

The other students watched in silence, their envy palpable. They had all worked hard to get to this point, but Daemon seemed to have a natural talent that they could only dream of.

As the class came to an end, Instructor Lyra approached Daemon. "I have some advanced cultivation techniques that I think you will find more to your speed.," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Would you be interested in learning them?"

Daemon's eyes lit up with excitement. "Of course, Instructor. I'm always eager to learn more."

With that, Instructor Lyra handed him a stack of books and told him to begin studying. Daemon nodded, already planning to spend every waking moment perfecting the new techniques.

Class had just ended, and the students began to disperse. Some chose to stay and practice in the training grounds, while others planned to head to the library. Daemon was among the latter group, eager to continue his studies and hone his skills.

As he entered the library, he was immediately struck by the sheer amount of knowledge contained within its walls. The library was a massive, multi-story building with rows upon rows of shelves filled with books, scrolls, and other ancient texts. Some parts of the library seemed to be restricted, accessible only to the most elite of the academy's students.

But even with the restricted areas aside, the available collection of texts was enough to keep someone busy for months on end. Daemon couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as he scanned the shelves, his eyes darting from title to title.

Heading to the front desk, Daemon quickly asked the librarian for books on Qi Manipulation and Mental Cultivation, the subjects he was most interested in studying. The librarian directed him to a section of the library filled with tomes on the subject, warning him that some of the texts were not for the faint of heart.

Daemon wandered through the aisles, his eyes wide as he took in the sheer number of books surrounding him. The smell of old parchment filled his nostrils, and the sound of pages rustling echoed through the halls.

Finally, Daemon found the section he was looking for and began to search for books on Qi Manipulation and Mental Cultivation. He pulled out book after book, scanning through the pages, looking for any valuable information that could help him on his journey.

As he read, the words seemed to come alive on the page, jumping out at him and sparking his imagination. Daemon's mind raced as he visualized the techniques and skills he was learning, feeling the energy within him growing stronger with every passing moment.

Time seemed to stand still as Daemon lost himself in his studies. He was so absorbed in his reading that he barely noticed the other students around him, all of them deep in their own studies.

Slowly closing the book he had just finished he looked around and noticed that quite a lot of time had passed. Heading back up to the front desk, he asked the librarian what time it was.

Eyes widening in surprise he quickly turned and hurried his way out of the library and headed to his second class of the day. Finally, he arrived at the classroom, panting and out of breath, just seconds before the teacher.

As Daemon sat in his chair, he began to fidget restlessly, his mind wandering as he tried to think of ways to make the lesson more interesting. Suddenly, an idea struck him. Ignoring the teacher's droning voice, he began to focus on manifesting his qi outside of his body.

Closing his eyes, he imagined his qi as a shimmering ball of energy floating in front of him. He concentrated on it, feeling the energy pulsing through him as he willed it to take shape outside of his body. At first, nothing happened, and he began to grow frustrated. But he refused to give up, continuing to concentrate on his qi.

Slowly but surely, he began to see the energy take shape in front of him, forming a small ball of light that hovered in mid-air. He gasped in amazement, his eyes widening as he stared at the ball of energy. It was beautiful, a shimmering kaleidoscope of colors that shifted and changed with each passing moment.

Filled with excitement, he began to experiment with the energy, trying to change its shape and color. He twisted and pulled at the energy, watching as it morphed and changed in response to his commands. It was like molding clay, but with an invisible force that only he could see and control.

For the rest of the class, Daemon was lost in his own world, completely ignoring the teacher's words as he played with his newfound ability. He was fascinated by the malleability of his qi, and he knew that he had only scratched the surface of what he could do with it.

Excited by his success, Daemon continued to experiment, trying to manipulate the ball's shape and color. He closed his eyes once more, envisioning the ball transforming into different shapes - a star, a flower, a dragon. With each attempt, he could feel his qi becoming more malleable and responsive to his will.

Lost in his own world, Daemon continued to experiment with his qi, trying out new shapes and colors, each one more intricate than the last. He didn't even notice when the class ended and his classmates began to file out of the room. It wasn't until the teacher called his name that he snapped out of his trance and realized he had been there alone for some time.

Daemon sat in the empty classroom after the lecture had ended, lost in thought. He had been so excited for the class on qi manipulation, but he quickly realized that it wouldn't be much help to him. He had already surpassed the level that the class was designed for.

The teacher, sensing Daemon's disappointment, approached him. "Daemon, I've noticed that you seem to be quite advanced for a first-year student," he said, his eyes peering over his glasses. "I don't think this class will be of much use to you."

Daemon's eyes widened, surprised by the teacher's observation. "What do you suggest I do then?" he asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"I suggest that you supplement your learning with these books," the teacher said, handing Daemon a list of titles. "And in the meantime, you can skip this class for the foreseeable future."

Daemon's heart raced with excitement as he took the list of books from the teacher. He couldn't wait to dive into them and learn more.

After the talk, Daemon made his way back to his dormitory, his mind racing with new ideas and possibilities. He quickly changed into his training clothes and began to practice the new combat stances that Instructor Lyra had taught him earlier that day. His movements were fluid and precise as he executed each move with ease, his body becoming one with the techniques.

As Daemon practiced, his mind replayed the conversation he had with his teacher. He felt a sense of relief that he would no longer be held back by the basics of qi manipulation. Now he could focus on the more advanced techniques that he had been eager to learn. The newfound freedom filled him with energy, and he felt invigorated as he moved through the combat stances. He tried to perfect every move, visualizing his opponent and imagining every possible outcome.

As the night grew darker, Daemon moved on to practicing his qi manipulation. He began with the basic techniques he had learned in his previous class, but soon he started experimenting with new ideas. He pushed himself to see how far he could stretch his abilities, trying to manipulate his qi into new shapes and colors. As he concentrated, his mind felt like it was on fire, buzzing with energy and excitement.

Finally, exhausted from the day's events, Daemon collapsed onto his bed. As he lay there, he felt his mind slowly quieting down, his body relaxing. He knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges and opportunities, but for now, he allowed himself to drift off into a deep and peaceful sleep.