Grand Return System-Chapter 107: Laughter After the Storm

Laughter After the Storm

"Senior Brother!"

Shera stiffened midair.

Leon’s voice carried across the open sky of Amethyst Summit Division, light and cheerful—almost friendly.

Leon continued cheerfully.

"Take care on the way back!"

"Be careful not to fall!"

"You’re always welcome to visit Amethyst Summit Division when you have time!"

For a moment—

silence hung in the air.

Then several disciples nearly choked trying not to laugh.

Some covered their mouths.

Others looked away, shoulders trembling.

Even the elders struggled to keep straight faces.

Shera’s body trembled violently.

For a moment—

his flying posture actually faltered.

His foot slipped slightly in midair.

He almost fell.

The humiliation was so intense that it felt like someone had driven a blade straight into his heart and twisted it slowly.

To kill him outright would have been merciful.

Leon’s words—

were torture.

Pure torture.

And far more painful than any weapon.

No one had expected Leon to be this ruthless.

Most people thought the matter would end once Shera left.

Yet Leon still managed to send one final arrow straight into the man’s pride.

And it landed perfectly.

Several elders exchanged looks.

They could almost feel Shera’s killing intent boiling even from a distance.

Yet none of them sympathized.

If anything—

they were enjoying it.

Deep inside their hearts, a quiet voice whispered the same sentence.

You deserve it.

Shera’s eyes flickered downward for a moment as if he could feel the thoughts hidden in their faces.

Every subtle smirk.

Every suppressed laugh.

Every pair of eyes watching him like he was a joke.

His chest tightened.

His hands clenched so hard that the veins bulged under his skin.

Without another word—

he shot into the sky like a streak of black lightning.

He disappeared in seconds.

Running.

Escaping.

Because if he stayed even a moment longer—

he truly might lose control and kill someone.

The moment Shera vanished from sight—

the tension broke.

Laughter finally erupted.

Among everyone present—

the happiest person was Yaman.

"Hahaha!"

His loud laugh echoed across the courtyard.

He slapped Leon heavily on the shoulder.

"Junior Brother!"

"Well done!"

His voice carried absolutely zero restraint.

"I’ve been waiting years to see someone wipe that smug look off Shera’s face!"

He laughed again, almost wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.

"You really did it today."

Yaman shook his head while grinning like a satisfied warrior.

"You have no idea how refreshing that was."

Leon raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

Yaman crossed his arms, still smiling bitterly.

"You remember the incident at Emerald Crest Division a few years ago?"

Leon thought for a moment.

Yaman snorted.

"That time we were choosing new students."

"There was a kid with excellent talent. I saw him first."

"But Shera—"

Yaman clenched his jaw slightly.

"—snatched him away right in front of me."

His voice carried clear resentment.

"And because my cultivation was slightly lower than his... I couldn’t do a damn thing."

Yaman sighed heavily.

"But the worst part..."

He looked toward the direction Shera had flown.

"...was his face."

"That smug look he gave me."

Yaman shook his head again.

"I still remember it clearly."

Then he burst into laughter again.

"But today..."

He looked back at Leon with obvious admiration.

"You paid him back beautifully."

Nearby—

Maya quietly covered her lips.

A soft laugh escaped her.

"Junior Brother..."

Her voice carried gentle amusement.

"You’re really cruel."

Her long azure hair fluttered softly in the fading wind while her teal eyes sparkled with playful warmth.

She tilted her head slightly while looking at Leon.

"But I like it."

Several disciples exchanged shocked looks.

Leon chuckled lightly.

Maya continued teasingly.

"I’m willing to bet Senior Brother Shera will vomit blood from anger the moment he gets back to his division."

She folded her arms loosely, her elegant figure shifting slightly beneath her flowing blue robes.

"Most people can’t withstand that kind of humiliation."

Her eyes narrowed slightly in amusement.

"Especially someone like Shera."

"A man with such a strong ego..."

She shook her head slowly.

"That kind of personality breaks easily when pride is wounded."

Then she sighed softly.

"Honestly... I almost feel sorry for him."

The words sounded sympathetic.

But her smile said otherwise.

Leon laughed.

"Oh?"

"You feel sorry for him?"

Maya nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes."

She tapped her chin lightly.

"If that happened to me..."

She glanced toward the distant sky.

"I probably wouldn’t sleep for a week."

Her eyes narrowed playfully.

"The more I thought about it..."

"The angrier I’d get."

"And the angrier I got..."

"The less I could let it go."

She exhaled slowly.

"That kind of humiliation sticks in your bones."

Then she looked at Leon again.

"You really stabbed him in the heart today."

Leon shrugged casually.

"What can I do?"

"He started it."

His purple eyes glinted faintly.

"I simply finished it."

Maya laughed again.

"Junior Brother... you’re dangerous."

Leon merely smiled and said nothing.

At that moment—

Mike slowly walked over.

The crowd immediately quieted.

Despite everything that had happened, he was still the Headmaster of Celestis Academy.

Even if many people had secretly enjoyed Shera’s humiliation—

they would not openly mock him in front of the Headmaster.

"Senior Brother Headmaster..."

Everyone greeted him respectfully.

The courtyard quickly regained order.

But inside—

many people were still suppressing laughter.

Mike glanced around.

Then his eyes rested on Leon.

For a brief moment—

a complicated expression appeared in his gaze.

He felt a little sympathy for Shera.

But he could not say anything.

After all—

Shera had been the one who provoked Leon first.

And historically...

Amethyst Summit Division and Secret Sword Summit had never gotten along.

Even their previous division leaders constantly clashed.

This rivalry had existed for generations.

At this point—

it had practically become tradition.

Mike finally nodded calmly.

"Alright."

"Everyone disperse."

His tone became firm.

"The Seven Division Martial Meeting is approaching."

"Return to your divisions and prepare."

"Yes, Headmaster."

Everyone responded in unison.

Soon—

the crowd began to disperse.

Elders left first.

Then disciples.

Within minutes the courtyard grew quiet again.

Before leaving—

Mike took one last look at Leon.

Deep satisfaction flickered in his eyes.

He remembered something clearly.

A few months ago—

Shera had suggested abolishing Amethyst Summit Division.

His reasoning had seemed logical.

After all—

the division had only one person left.

Leon.

No students.

No future.

No reason to maintain the division.

Mike had almost agreed.

Now—

he felt deeply relieved that he hadn’t.

Because standing before him now—

was a man who might very well become the future pillar of Celestis Academy.

The inheritance of Amethyst Summit Division...

was not dying.

It was awakening.

Mike nodded once.

Then he turned and left quietly.

Yaman slapped Leon’s shoulder again.

"Junior Brother!"

"I’m heading back."

He laughed loudly.

"See you at the Martial Meeting!"

His mood was clearly excellent.

Leon waved casually.

"Take care, Senior Brother."

Soon—

Yaman disappeared into the sky as well.

The vast courtyard finally fell quiet.

Only a few figures remained.

Leon.

Selena.

Rias.

Maya.

Amaya.

Kevin.

The wind moved gently across Amethyst Summit Division.

The storm had passed.

But everyone present knew—

what happened today would spread through Celestis Academy like wildfire.