Reborn as the Last van Ambrose

The Celestial Sect’s training grounds had taken on an atmosphere of mounting tension as the end of the first week approached.

What had begun as enthusiastic determination among the remaining students had gradually shifted into something more complex—a mixture of exhaustion, doubt, and whispered conversations that ceased whenever Shen Lao appeared.

Grim observed these developments from the balcony of his private quarters, watching as clusters of students gathered in the dormitory courtyards during their rest periods. Their body language spoke volumes about the internal struggles many were experiencing.

"The complaints are becoming more frequent," Chen Xing reported, joining him on the balcony with a folder of daily reports. "Several students have approached me about modifying the training regimen. Others have begun discussing departure dates."

"How many are seriously considering leaving?" Grim asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.

"Perhaps two hundred," Chen Xing replied carefully. "Though the number seems to fluctuate based on daily performance and peer influence."

"And their reasons?"

Chen Xing said with obvious distaste. "The training is too demanding, the living conditions are inadequate, the instruction lacks proper academic structure. Some claim they could achieve better results through private tutoring."

Grim turned from his observation of the students to study his aide’s expression. "You sound disapproving."

"I find their reasoning shortsighted," Chen Xing replied diplomatically. "They came here seeking extraordinary abilities, yet they reject the extraordinary discipline required to achieve them."

"Indeed," Grim agreed. "Though their weakness presents an interesting opportunity."