942 Heaven-Equaling Supreme Saint? (2/2)
If he had asked himself, Dong Qitian was aware that he might not have been able to construct the layout to this stage, even if he was given a year to do so.
The fatty had a rare talent for masterful organizing.
”Not bad!”
Dong Qitian's curt compliment cheered up Qian Duoduo immediately. His plump face blossomed into a beam as he replied, ”Not at all, not at all – you're too kind with your words…”
Dong Qitian looked around and continued saying with a sense of pity, ”Your groundwork for the Residence of Nine Supremes is already hitting the nail on the head… Looking at it now, you really are only lacking the guarding experts and your central forces…”
”Simply put, you are missing the upper-class experts, the middle-class management, disciples who can link the higher authority with the rest of the sect, and the lower class seedlings who have exceptional talent – these are probably all.”
”It's too bad; it's impossible for a sect to grow strong and far with these missing… What's laid before us is a plant without water – how can you go on?”
Yun Yang smiled faintly and answered, ”Senior Dong's concerns are spot on, but they aren't an issue to the Residence of Nine Supremes.”
Not an issue?
Dong Qitian stared back at Yun Yang, thinking that the young man must have tooted his horn a bit too loudly.
These were major issues to any sect, the most crucial ones amongst other main problems. Yet, they were 'not an issue' to the leader of the Residence of Nine Supremes that had just been erected. Where did his confidence come from?
”I shall anticipate it,” said Dong Qitian, ”However, these… disciples you have here – I have no interest to become the chief trainer at all. I'd rather take heaven's punishment than to train these people.”
”You'll be very interested, I promise!” Yun Yang said assuredly.
…
Dong Qitian went to rest in a house that Yun Yang arranged for him while Yun Yang called Little Fatty aside.
”What were you so shocked about just now? Saint what? What Saint was it about?”
Little Fatty was quivering but his gaze was glowing as he lowered his voice and said furtively, ”The Supreme Saint… He's a Supreme Saint, boss. Where did you summon this divine presence from? It's amazing!”
”Supreme Saint…”
Yun Yang looked thoughtful.
”Have you heard of the name Dong Qitian?” asked Yun Yang.
”Dong Qitian? The Heaven-Equaling Supreme Saint?” Little Fatty was flabbergasted.
”Heaven-Equaling Supreme Saint?”
”He was… a famous person a few thousand years ago…” Little Fatty spoke shakily, ”Dong Qitian was called Standing Parallel to Heaven (齐天qí tiān also means parallel or equals to heaven) back in the day. He has also been unrivaled in the same class of Supreme Saint, thus people called him the Heaven-Equaling Supreme Saint…”
”Wow…”
Yun Yang thought that the name was rather impressive, laced with a sense of grandeur.
” However, the martial world rumors has it that this man offended someone later on… disappearing within a night and was no longer seen…”
Admiration colored Little Fatty's eyes as he asked, ”This… this big fellow… is he…”
He lowered his voice.
”Is he… the Heaven-Equaling Supreme Saint?”
Yun Yang nodded slowly.
”He should be.”