After storms of war and cosmic awakening, peace finally descended upon the Hundred-Galaxy Dominion.
For the first time in what felt like centuries, Arjun did not cultivate, calculate, or conquer.
He simply… lived.
🌄 A Stroll Through the Verdant Realm
Arjun and the Phoenix Empress chose to travel in disguise through one of their lower realms—a lush cultivation world known for floating waterfalls and spirit-beast forests.
The Empress wore a simple crimson robe instead of her imperial flame regalia.
Arjun carried a bamboo staff like an ordinary wandering cultivator.
Behind them trailed a group of their inner disciples—carefully instructed:
"Today, no kneeling. No titles. No calling me Sovereign."
The disciples nodded seriously.
Five minutes later—
"SUPREME SOVEREIGN—"
Thud.
Arjun lightly tapped the disciple's forehead.
"Didn't I just say something?"
The Phoenix Empress covered her smile with her sleeve.
🍢 Street Food & Supreme Authority
They entered a lively cultivation city marketplace.
Spiritual lanterns floated overhead. Children chased small wind-element sprites. Vendors shouted about elixirs and roasted spirit-beast skewers.
Arjun stopped at a stall.
"How much for five?"
The vendor looked at him lazily. "Five low-grade spirit stones."
One disciple gasped.
"That's daylight robbery! Even a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn't—"
Arjun raised a brow.
The vendor suddenly felt a strange chill.
He looked closer at Arjun… then at the Empress… whose eyes briefly shimmered gold.
He swallowed.
"Actually… two stones. Buy five, get two free."
Arjun laughed.
"See? Negotiation is also cultivation."
The Empress whispered, amused:
"You rewrote probability for roasted meat."
"A small use of Sovereign Authority," he replied calmly.
😌 Enjoying the World
They climbed a jade-green mountain overlooking oceans of clouds.
The Empress leaned lightly against him, phoenix flame aura restrained to a soft warmth.
The disciples sat nearby, pretending not to watch.
The wind carried the scent of wild blossoms.
For a moment—
No wars. No void. No cosmic calculations.
Just sky.
The Empress spoke softly:
"After everything… this is what I wanted."
Arjun looked at the horizon.
"We built galaxies to protect moments like this."
One disciple wiped a tear.
Another whispered:
"Master… looks cooler when silent."
Arjun threw a pebble at him without turning.
Direct hit.
👊 The Arrogant Young Master Incident
Peace never lasts long.
From the mountain path below came shouting.
A wealthy young cultivator, dressed in golden silk, was harassing a poor farmer's daughter who had accidentally bumped into him.
"You low-born trash! Do you know who I am?"
His guards surrounded the trembling girl and her injured father.
The disciples immediately stiffened.
Arjun sighed.
"Educational moment."
He walked down casually.
The young master sneered.
"Who are you? Another peasant?"
Arjun looked at the Empress.
She nodded once.
Permission granted.
💥 Face-Slapping (Literally and Figuratively)
Arjun didn't release pressure.
Didn't show aura.
Didn't reveal identity.
He simply tapped the air.
PAH!
The young master spun three times before landing flat.
His guards rushed forward.
The Empress stepped lightly.
A tiny phoenix spark flickered.
All guards froze mid-step, unable to move.
The disciples gasped.
"Such refined suppression…"
Arjun crouched beside the young master.
"Strength is meant to protect. Not bully."
Another light tap.
PAH!
Second spin.
The young master's arrogance shattered faster than his dignity.
"W-Who are you?!"
Arjun smiled.
"Someone who dislikes noise."
💰 Justice, Dominion Style
The Empress flicked a sleeve.
A storage ring dropped before the farmer.
"Compensation."
The disciples immediately wrote down notes:
Protect the weak.
Suppress bullies.
No excessive force.
Leave room for reform.
Arjun added:
"Punishment should correct. Not destroy."
The young master was stripped of cultivation for one month and assigned labor to rebuild rural spirit farms.
Educational.
Effective.
Humiliating.
🌇 Sunset Reflections
As the sun set, the group returned to the mountain peak.
The disciples laughed about the young master's spinning technique.
One attempted to recreate it.
Failed.
Rolled down the hill.
The Empress laughed openly this time—no imperial restraint.
Arjun watched her.
Galaxies trembled before her flame.
Yet here she was…
Laughing at rolling disciples.
He thought:
Power without joy is meaningless.
🌌 Closing Scene
Night fell.
Stars shimmered across the sky—some of them stars Arjun himself had forged.
The Empress leaned into him again.
"Next time," she said softly, "no political crises. Just travel."
He nodded.
"Agreed."
From below, a disciple shouted:
"Master! That spinning technique… can we name it Sovereign Rotating Palm?!"
Arjun closed his eyes.
The Empress laughed again.
Peace—brief, bright, and well-earned—settled across the world.