Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Alright, that's enough for today's training. You can all sit down and rest for an hour before heading back," Timothy announced.

As soon as his words landed, the disciples, who were still exhausted, let out a collective sigh of relief.

Their bodies ached, legs felt like jelly, and before long, they collapsed onto the ground, unable to hold themselves up any longer.

Even those who were usually picky about cleanliness didn't care anymore about whether the ground was dirty or not. The overwhelming fatigue left them with no energy to worry about such things. In no time, they were all sitting on the ground, completely drained.

Looking around, they quickly realized that everyone else was in the same state. Covered in sweat, utterly exhausted—whether they were from the inner circle or the outer circle, it didn't matter. Everyone looked the same.

Forget doing anything else; they barely had the strength to sit up straight.

But soon, they noticed something else.

"Wait a minute... my spiritual energy... it's actually increased!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, and as soon as they focused on their own bodies, almost everyone froze for a moment.

They were stunned to find that after just a few hours of training, not only had their cultivation improved, but their spiritual energy had become more abundant. Their senses felt sharper, and their bodies seemed to have undergone a significant purification.

This kind of improvement was something they had never experienced before, not even when they had pushed themselves to the limit or sought out rare opportunities in secret realms.
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"I can't believe Timothy's training method is actually this incredible!"

In an instant, the disciples who had been skeptical couldn't help but widen their eyes in excitement, thrilled by the changes happening within them.

Among them, Felix's progress was the most noticeable.

Having inherited his grandfather's powerful physique, Felix, who had only recently reached the early stage of the Mystic Core, experienced a massive leap in his cultivation during this training session. His spiritual energy surged, and he advanced to the mid-stage of the Mystic Core.

"Felix's progress is insane! He went from the early stage to the mid-stage of the Mystic Core in just a few hours. That's unbelievably fast!"

"Yeah, Timothy's method is powerful, but Felix's talent is on another level. He's a once-in-a-lifetime genius!"

Felix's rapid improvement sparked cheers from the crowd.

"Hmph, who would've thought that Timothy, that sneaky little bastard, actually had a training method that works," Felix muttered to himself, his earlier embarrassment about calling Timothy 'grandpa' in front of everyone long forgotten. His ego was now through the roof.

"Hahaha, you're all right! I, Felix, inherited my great-grandfather's physique. I'm a one-in-a-million prodigy! With this method, it won't be long before I surpass Timothy in strength. And trust me, the girl I end up with will be way better than his!"

Felix's loud, arrogant laughter left the other disciples speechless. But given his undeniable talent and decent attitude, they could only awkwardly praise him.

"Yeah, Felix, you're amazing."

"Felix, you're the best."

"Hahaha, you guys sure know how to speak the truth!" Felix laughed even louder, his confidence soaring. He was practically floating with pride, and the nervous glances he had been throwing at Timothy earlier were now filled with a hint of challenge and smugness.

But just then, a cold, ethereal breeze swept through the area, carried by the fading light of the setting sun.

The chill in the air brought with it a subtle but unmistakable sense of pressure, and in an instant, all the noise died down.

Everyone's gaze turned toward the direction of the Sky Sanctuary, and the disciples' expressions shifted from playful to serious, their faces filled with respect and awe.

There, in the distance, was a figure of breathtaking beauty, draped in a pale blue gown that fluttered gracefully in the air. Her presence was both serene and commanding, and just the sight of her was enough to inspire reverence in anyone who laid eyes on her. No one dared to entertain even the slightest disrespectful thought.

Many of the disciples couldn't help but feel their hearts race.

Before the training session, Elder Turner had mentioned that the goddess might personally come to observe. That was why they had pushed themselves so hard today.

But none of them had actually expected her to leave the Sky Sanctuary and come here in person.

After all, the goddess rarely ever left the sanctuary. Only the elders and the holy envoys were usually granted the privilege of seeing her. Even though many of them had been at the Sky Sanctuary for years, they had only caught glimpses of Sylvia a handful of times.

For her to come here and oversee their training personally—what an incredible honor!

At that moment, the disciples' excitement far surpassed any joy they had felt from their cultivation progress. The thrill of seeing the goddess in person was overwhelming, even more so than their newfound strength.

Though none of them dared to look directly at her cold, majestic figure, many couldn't help but feel their hearts race. After all, every single person present was a male disciple. Even though they knew full well that the goddess was an unattainable figure, far beyond their reach, they couldn't completely suppress the wild thoughts that crept into their minds.

Her gown swayed like ripples on the surface of a calm lake, mirroring the rhythm of their quickening heartbeats.

But soon, the disciples noticed something strange.

The goddess was holding a bowl—white and yellow, with a delicate pattern. And what was even more surprising was that the usually aloof and dignified goddess was walking with such care, as if she was afraid of spilling whatever was inside.

"Wait a second... that bowl... could it be...?"

In an instant, the realization hit them all at once.

The Sky Sanctuary was known for its strict organization, with everything meticulously categorized, even down to the kitchenware. For example, plain white plates were used for serving bread, and blue porcelain bowls were reserved for ice water.

But the white-and-yellow patterned bowl? That was specifically used for serving lemon tea during the scorching summer months, to prevent disciples from fainting due to overexertion in the heat.

These bowls were usually kept in the kitchen and weren't brought out unless needed. And now, with autumn in full swing and the summer heat long gone, there shouldn't be any reason for the kitchen to be making lemon tea.

Which meant... this bowl of lemon tea might have been made by the goddess herself!

The absurdity of this thought left many of the disciples frozen in place. The idea that the cold, regal goddess would personally make lemon tea was almost too unbelievable to comprehend.

But then, they noticed something even more shocking—the goddess was walking straight toward them!