The morning air carried a sweetness Tae-Won had never experienced in the slums. Pure and crisp, it filled his lungs as he moved through the precise forms of his morning cultivation routine. His movements flowed like water, each stance transitioning to the next with practiced precision despite having learned them only days ago.

The Azure Phoenix Meridians within his body hummed with energy, drinking in the abundant Qi that permeated the estate grounds. He could feel his cultivation advancing at a rate that would have been impossible in the toxic miasma of the slums.

The difference is staggering, Tae-Won thought, sensing how the pure Qi responded eagerly to his direction. No wonder the strong remain strong and the weak remain weak in this world. Resources truly determined destiny.

As he completed his final form, he noticed a familiar figure approaching from the main house. Taekyung walked with the casual confidence that matched his status, his youthful features belying the sharpness in his eyes.

"Your progress is remarkable," Taekyung observed, stopping at the edge of the training area. "Three days ago, you could barely channel Qi through your meridians. Now you're executing advanced foundation techniques."

Tae-Won lowered his hands, offering a respectful nod. "The resources here have made all the difference."

"And your exceptional talent," Taekyung countered, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Most cultivators take months to reach your current level, even with proper resources."

He approached, carrying a package wrapped in blue silk. "I've brought additional cultivation materials and books as promised. I believe you'll find them useful."

Tae-Won accepted the package with both hands. "Thank you. This is more than generous."

Taekyung waved dismissively. "It's merely an investment." His gaze lingered on Tae-Won's stance, noting how naturally he held himself. "Though I must admit, your progress exceeds even my highest expectations. In mere days with proper materials, you've advanced further than most disciples manage in months."

"That wouldn't have been possible without your support," Tae-Won replied, though internally he acknowledged a different truth. My cultivation speed has increased more than tenfold since moving here. The pure Qi in this environment has awakened something within my Azure Phoenix Constitution that was dormant in the slums.

Taekyung smiled. "You flatter me. I simply recognized and invested in an insane talent like yours."

He gestured toward a stone bench beneath a flowering plum tree. "Let's sit. I've brought materials to prepare you for the academy."

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As they settled, Tae-Won carefully unwrapped the package. Inside lay several bound manuscripts, their covers inscribed with flowing characters that seemed to shimmer with subtle power.

"These contain the fundamental principles taught at the Heavenly Cloud Martial Academy," Taekyung explained. "Basic cultivation techniques, philosophical foundations, and historical context."

Tae-Won ran his fingers over the embossed cover of the topmost book. "Speaking of history... I have a question, if you don't mind."

"Ask."

"As you know, I'm from the slums. I haven't seen the wide world, nor do I know any of this world's history," Tae-Won said, his voice measured. "Do you perhaps have books about this so I don't fall behind in any classes the academy might have?"

Taekyung's eyes lit with interest. "Absolutely." He reached into the package and pulled out a leather-bound tome with age-worn edges. The book's weight spoke of the knowledge contained within. "Our world is far more fascinating than most realize."

Opening the book carefully, he revealed intricate illustrations that seemed to breathe with life—towering mountain ranges that pierced the clouds, vast oceans that stretched beyond mortal comprehension, and sprawling civilizations that defied imagination. "The Murim Continent, vast as it may seem to us, is but one small part of a much grander cosmology."

As Taekyung spoke, Tae-Won's mind began constructing a framework of understanding, each piece of information fitting together like parts of an elaborate puzzle. The sheer scope of what he was learning both humbled and excited him.

"Our world exists within a greater cosmic hierarchy known as the Six Realms," Taekyung continued, his finger tracing an elegant diagram that depicted ascending layers of existence. "Most people live and die never knowing this truth. But as cultivators, this knowledge becomes our foundation."

"Tell me about these realms," Tae-Won prompted, genuinely fascinated by the complexity before him.

Taekyung nodded, turning to the first illustration. "At the lowest level lies the Hell Realm, the Infernal Abyss. Imagine a place of eternal suffering, where the wicked and forsaken dwell alongside ancient demonic entities." His voice dropped lower, matching the grimness of the subject. "The artifacts and beings sealed there occasionally find ways to breach the barriers between realms, leading to catastrophes in the mortal world."

The page turned to reveal a landscape wreathed in purple flames. "Above the Hell Realm exists the Demon Realm, the Abyssal Dominion. Here, demon clans and abyssal kings reign supreme, practicing forbidden arts that corrupt the very essence of cultivation. Their power comes at terrible costs—sacrifices that would turn your stomach."

Tae-Won absorbed each detail, noting how Taekyung's expressions shifted with each realm he described. The young noble clearly held both fascination and respect for the cosmic order he was revealing.

"The Spirit Realm follows—the Underworld Veil. This is where souls and powerful spirits make their domain." Taekyung's tone grew cautionary. "Some cultivators seek power there through spirit arts and necromancy, though such practices often lead to tragedy."

"And where do we fit in this hierarchy?" Tae-Won asked, though he suspected he knew the answer.

"We exist in the Mortal Realm, specifically the Murim Continent." Pride crept into Taekyung's voice. "Here, martial sects, noble clans, and great empires vie for power. It's the crucible where cultivation truly began."

His enthusiasm grew as he continued. "Above us spreads the Divine Realm, the Celestial Peak. Try to imagine a place so vast that our entire continent would appear as merely a speck." He gestured expansively. "The Divine Realm contains countless territories, each with its own laws and powers. Newly ascended immortals begin in the lower domains, while the higher reaches host beings who have cultivated for countless millennia."

Tae-Won leaned forward slightly. "And beyond even that?"

"At the very peak lies the Ascension Realm." Taekyung's voice took on an almost reverent quality. "A place so far beyond mortal comprehension that even the mightiest beings in the Divine Realm's highest domains appear as insects in comparison. Few have ever reached it, and fewer still have returned with their sanity intact to speak of its mysteries."

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"Can beings from these higher realms visit us here?" Tae-Won asked, his mind already calculating the implications.

Taekyung's expression grew serious. "They can, but cosmic laws place strict limitations on such movements. The more powerful the being, the more restricted their ability to interfere with lower realms becomes. It's one of the fundamental balances that prevents the strong from simply dominating everything below them."

The conversation gradually shifted from the cosmic to the mundane, though in the Murim Continent, even the mundane held elements of the extraordinary. "Let's discuss how power functions in our realm," Taekyung suggested, noting Tae-Won's thoughtful expression.

"The Mortal Realm—our Murim Continent—is governed by three intertwined power structures: the Empire, the Noble Families, and the Cultivation Sects."

He traced the outline of the continent on the map. "The Empire controls vast territories, enforces laws, and collects taxes even from cultivators. It's supported by most of the Noble Families with their immense martial strength, though some families have chosen to align themselves more closely with powerful cultivation sects instead."

"Like the Jin Clan?" Tae-Won asked.

"The Jin Clan is one of the Twelve Noble Families that primarily support the Empire, yes," Taekyung confirmed, a hint of pride in his voice. "Each Noble Family has an ancestral cultivator who ascended to the Divine Realm and acts as their patron, providing protection and occasionally guidance."

He continued explaining, "But true power often lies with the independent sects and martial clans. They follow rigid hierarchies: Outer Disciples, Inner Disciples, Core Members, Elders, and finally the Sect Leader. The most supreme sects are feared by both noble families and the empire itself."

Taekyung closed the book carefully. "There are also underground forces—hidden demonic cults practicing forbidden arts, assassin guilds enforcing contracts across the continent, and rogue martial artists seeking their own paths to power."

Tae-Won nodded thoughtfully. "And cultivation itself? I understand Qi is the foundation, but how does one progress?"

"Ah, the path of cultivation." Taekyung smiled, his youthful face lighting up with genuine enthusiasm despite his usual composure. "In the Mortal Realm, cultivation progresses through six primary stages. First is Body Refinement, where one gets their first taste of martial power and learns basic techniques. This is where you currently stand."

He held up two fingers. "Next comes Foundation Establishment, where Qi condenses and internal energy strengthens. Then Core Formation, when Qi solidifies into a core, allowing users to wield spiritual attacks."

Taekyung's eyes gleamed with ambition. "Beyond that lies the Nascent Soul stage, where one's soul cultivates independently, granting supernatural abilities. Then Spirit King, which is the half-step to divinity, allowing cultivators to defy mortal limitations."

"And the final stage?" Tae-Won prompted.

"Heavenly Ascendant—the peak of the Mortal Realm. Once a cultivator breaks past that barrier, they achieve immortality and ascend to the Divine Realm, becoming what we call an Immortal Cultivator." Taekyung's voice carried both reverence and determination. "That is the ultimate goal of every true cultivator in our realm."

As their discussion of cultivation stages concluded, Taekyung added an important caveat. "Remember, though, that these divisions aren't as simple as they might appear. Each realm contains its own hierarchies and domains of power. Even here in the Mortal Realm, we have areas where Qi concentration rivals the lower reaches of the Divine Realm."

His smile held a hint of warning. "That's why many immortals choose to remain in the Divine Realm's lower domains rather than risk the dangers above. Even eternal life doesn't guarantee survival when facing beings who have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years."

Tae-Won closed his eyes briefly, processing everything. In his previous life as Edward Reinhart, he had navigated complex power structures and cosmic hierarchies. This world, with its clearly defined progression path and power dynamics, seemed almost refreshingly straightforward.

"I see," he said finally. "And the Heavenly Cloud Martial Academy? Where does it fit within this structure?"

"The academy stands independent of the major sects and clans, though it maintains relationships with all," Taekyung explained. "It's one of the few institutions that accepts students based on talent rather than background. Many of the greatest cultivators in history began their journeys there."

He fixed Tae-Won with a steady gaze. "Which brings me to my next point. I've signed you up for the academy. The entrance ceremony starts in a week. You should prepare yourself—you'll find strong people to fight there, people who could push your abilities to new heights."

Tae-Won inclined his head. "I appreciate the opportunity."

As Taekyung departed to attend to other matters, Tae-Won remained beneath the plum tree, opening one of the books on cultivation techniques. The text described methods of Qi circulation, meridian expansion, and energy refinement—all fundamentals he would need to master.

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Hours passed as he absorbed knowledge, occasionally practicing the described techniques. The difference in his cultivation speed compared to the slums was striking. Here, surrounded by pure Qi, his Azure Phoenix Constitution flourished, allowing him to refine and circulate energy at an unprecedented rate.

That evening, as Tae-Won walked with Ho-Jin through the estate grounds, the weight of his newfound knowledge settled comfortably in his mind. The chatter of the children provided a welcome counterpoint to the cosmic mysteries he'd spent the day contemplating.

"Young Master," Ho-Jin called, excitement evident in his voice. "The others and I found something amazing by the eastern grove!"

Tae-Won smiled, setting aside his weighty thoughts. "Show me."

As they walked, Ho-Jin's enthusiasm was infectious. "Everyone's getting stronger already," he remarked. "Ji-Yeon can run twice as far without getting tired, and Min-Su lifted a rock yesterday that he couldn't even budge before."

Tae-Won nodded, not surprised. "The air here is cleaner, the food more nourishing. Your bodies are finally getting what they need."

They reached a small clearing where the other children had gathered around what appeared to be ancient stone tablets partially embedded in the ground. Worn inscriptions covered their surfaces, barely visible beneath centuries of weathering.

"We found these while exploring," one of the children explained proudly. "Are they important?"

Tae-Won knelt beside the tablets, brushing away soil to reveal more of the inscriptions. His eyes widened slightly as he recognized certain characters that matched descriptions in the historical texts he'd just studied.

"These might be cultivation formation markers," he murmured, tracing the weathered symbols. "From the early Heavenly Cloud Sect period, if I'm not mistaken."

The children gathered closer, eyes wide with wonder.

"What does that mean, Young Master?" Ho-Jin asked.

Tae-Won smiled. "It means we might have discovered something valuable. These could be part of an ancient Qi gathering formation."

He straightened, looking around the clearing with new awareness. "This entire area might have been a cultivation ground centuries ago. The residual energy could explain why the Qi here feels particularly pure."

As the children excitedly discussed their discovery, Tae-Won's mind was already calculating possibilities. If he could decipher these formation markers, perhaps he could restore part of the ancient formation, further enhancing the cultivation environment.

Another advantage, he thought. And one that Taekyung apparently didn't know about when he offered this estate.

That night, after ensuring the children were settled, Tae-Won returned to his quarters and continued studying the texts Taekyung had provided. The history of the Six Realms, the structure of the Murim Continent, the progression of cultivation—all of it formed a complex tapestry that he was determined to master.

Knowledge is power, he reminded himself, a principle that had served him well across two lifetimes.

As he prepared for sleep, Tae-Won reflected on how far he had come in just a week. From the filth of the slums to this tranquil estate, from ignorance to understanding, from weakness to the beginnings of true strength.

The Heavenly Cloud Martial Academy awaited, and with it, the opportunity to test himself against other talented cultivators. The thought stirred something within him—not just ambition, but a genuine desire to prove himself worthy of the second chance he had been given.

In my previous life, I conquered worlds alone, he thought as sleep began to claim him. This time, perhaps, I need not walk the path to power in solitude.

Outside his window, the night sky glittered with stars—each one, according to the texts he'd read, representing a different realm of existence. Somewhere among them lay his destiny, and Tae-Won was determined to reach it, one cultivation level at a time.