CHAPTER 558: CHAPTER 327: THE BLOND COVETING THE CABBAGE

Clang~

As the first ray of morning sun fell on the highest point of the Cloud Sea Secret Realm, the soulful and rich, heavy bell sound had already spread to every Cloud Island, startling every Dragon from their dreams.

Clang~

The second bell rang, and the young hatchlings squinted their eyes open, swiftly regaining their clarity. Even with eyes shut, sleeping was now out of the question, forcing them to wake up.

Clang~

With the third bell, even the laziest Dragon felt invigorated, their Dragon Blood boiling, eager to get moving.

Following the three bell sounds, soothing and serene music that calms and settles the mind immediately echoed throughout the Cloud Sea Secret Realm. To the enchanting tunes, a masterpiece of a grandmaster, all the hatchlings reluctantly left their Dragon Nest to head for the Meditation Room.

No matter how melodious or captivating the music, even if it’s the lifetime masterpiece of a grandmaster, once it becomes the alert bell for forced morning classes, it’ll be deeply detested, Dragons included.

"Every day it’s the call of the times; can’t we change the song?"

A little Silver Dragon flapped its wings heading towards the Meditation Room, listened to the musical notes surrounding her, and showed intense disgust.

"No matter what song it is, as long as it’s played when you’ve just woken up, you’ll find it sickening."

Beside her, a Silver Dragon of similar stature responded,

"It’s not the song you hate, but the morning meditation class."

"Sigh, indeed. Why does the Dragon Clan have morning classes? Especially meditation ones, it’s utterly unreasonable!"

"Not only do we have morning classes, but in a few years, we’ll have evening self-study sessions. How about that? Excited?"

A little Golden Dragon overhearing the Silver Dragon’s complaint chimed in mischievously.

"What’s there to be excited about? This schedule is completely unreasonable."

Mei Lin loudly complained,

"This curriculum is clearly designed for the Short-lived Species; why apply it to the Dragon Clan?"

"Apparently, this schedule was personally devised by the Headmaster. If you have opinions about it, you’re welcome to write to the Headmaster’s office to complain."

The little Golden Dragon offered a suggestion filled with ill intentions.

"Do I look foolish to you?"

Mei Lin glanced sideways at the naughty youngster beside her,

"Complaining to the Headmaster about his own curriculum, it’s an outrageously stupid idea."

"You could send an anonymous letter."

"Then you go ahead and send one!"

Mei Lin huffed coldly.

"I’m not doing such meaningless things; I want to become a Dragon strong enough to set school rules. By then, I’ll abolish all unreasonable systems."

The little Golden Dragon proudly raised his head, declaring his life’s ambitions.

"Modify school rules? Do you know how you would even go about modifying them?"

Mei Lin asked, somewhat surprised.

"Of course, you have to become a Legend Ancient Dragon. No, even that wouldn’t be enough; you’d have to become at least a near-saint Ancient Dragon to challenge the rules set by the Headmaster."

The little Golden Dragon lowered his voice, sounding rather mystical yet boastful,

"I want to become such a Dragon Clan!"

"But if you already have such power, what’s the point of modifying curriculums and school rules?"

Nearby, Murphy couldn’t help but retort.

"Because the current courses are just too terrible; we, excellent young Dragon Clans, should strive for a better future for the next generation of Dragon Clans. It’s our historical mission and duty."

The little Golden Dragon stood tall, speaking with a firm and vigorous tone.

"Isn’t that what the teacher says in history class? You’re just plagiarizing."

"What plagiarism? It’s called applying what one has learned; this shows I’ve remembered what the teacher taught."

"But you haven’t changed a word; you’re simply repeating it verbatim."

"But I’m still a student; how can a student’s tasks be called repetition? It’s recitation!"

"You like boasting too much; it will take at least a millennium for you to become an Ancient Dragon, not to mention challenging the Headmaster or altering school rules. It’s simply impossible."

Mei Lin glanced at the little Golden Dragon, brutally piercing through the little Golden Dragon’s dreams with the sword of reality,

"Brother, let’s go; we shouldn’t stick with him."

"Hey, how am I boasting? The Headmaster won’t remain Headmaster forever; I could just inherit the position and not need to challenge him! Why even challenge the Headmaster?"

The little Golden Dragon protested fiercely.

Nowadays, in the Cloud Sea Secret Realm, even the youngest hatchling knows their Headmaster is currently the strongest Dragon Clan in the world.

Though it’s unclear where this notion originated, most Ancient Dragons in the academy agree with this perspective, forming a consensus that has become common knowledge.

Thus, any suggestion of challenging the Headmaster by anyone, even by the young hatchlings striving for such a goal, wouldn’t be seen as admirable bravery but as sheer folly.

"Scadilo!"

However, the little Silver Dragon Mei Lin already disregarded the little Golden Dragon behind her and spotted a figure among the many swirling Dragon shadows, a figure notably different and extraordinary, and while enthusiastically calling, pulled her brother along to approach.

"Mei Lin, Murphy, good morning!"

Standing on ice blossoms under her feet, gliding through the sky swiftly as any soaring young dragon, the little girl politely greeted the two Silver Dragons approaching.

"I envy you, Scadilo."

Seeing the girl’s face glowing like the colorful buds of early spring, Merlin couldn’t help but sigh.