AST 1938 - Wimpy Kid As A Teacher? (1/2)

Qing Shui would not be overjoyed for the title of “State Master” since it was troublesome. At present, Qing Shui would only help the Great Confucian Empire, when he is needed. Needless to say, the Great Confucian Empire might be helpful in the future too. Besides, the Thirteenth Prince was the Battle God Inheritor, it was not to be neglected. Furthermore, the Old Ancestor of the Great Confucian Empire gave him a magnificent present and he successfully refined the Immortal Dao Divine Origin. Regardless of what it might take, he had to fulfill his promise.

The morning sunlight shone onto the Sacred Emperor City. It was the Emperor City of the Great Confucian Empire, it was indeed not as gloomy as the Linhai City. Any martial artists could feel the ample spiritual sense in this Sacred Emperor City when compared to the other cities. Rumor had it that a Spiritual Spring existed beneath the Sacred Emperor City.

The Spiritual Spring and Spiritual Vein were invaluable. For example, training in the Sacred Emperor City would be faster than training in other places. Whereby in rough estimation, it should be about 20% faster. Meanwhile, staying by the Spiritual Spring, one could moisten his body with the spring water daily. Training around the Spiritual Vein would give twice the result with half the effort.

There were millions of Sects, but the bigger Sects would choose locations with Spiritual Spring and Spiritual Vein as their basecamps. Great locations were either near the mountains or the water, Spiritual Spring was usually underground while the Spiritual Vein was normally found in the mountains. That was also why some strong warriors chose to stay in caves.

The Sacred Emperor City was mysterious and unpredictable, only the royals of the Great Confucian Empire knew about the underground Spiritual Spring or Spiritual Vein, although some other people might know about them too. The Spiritual Spring and Spiritual Vein were the essentials of an Empire or a Sect; Some precious herbs grew around the Spiritual Spring and Spiritual Vein too, thus, they were the biggest wealth which symbolized the strength.

The crowds were brimming in the Sacred Emperor City today, including the Outer City and the Inner City. The Royals were not against it, this kind of promotion was great. The Sacred Royal Stage was crowded too, but it was relatively quieter than the other places.

“Old thing, how come the guy you mentioned hasn't shown up?” On the front seat just below the Sacred Royal Stage, an old man said. He sounded loud and energetic. This old man had thick white hairs blazing like a raging lion. He was rough and gaudy with a sense of mad tyrants.

The old thing he meant was the Old Ancestor of the Great Confucian Empire.

This place was different from the other places in the Sacred Royal Stage, the stage was lower than its surroundings. Besides, it was surrounded by seats which were positioned higher as they were placed further. The further back, the wider the gap between each row of the seats.

If Qing Shui was here, he would surely feel the strangeness of this design. Usually, the battlefields and stages in the Main Continents would be at higher places.

The old man sat in one of the best seats; facing near to the Sacred Royal Stage. Aside from that, the row of the seats which was half a feet higher than the Sacred Royal Stage was exclusively for the most important guests. They were either the closest friends or the biggest foes.

“Elder Sikong, what are you hurrying for, it is still early,” The Old Ancestor of the Great Confucian Empire sat in one of the seats too. The Thirteenth Prince sat beside him and a lot of royal family members sat behind.

The seats were 80% full, the front row was filled by mostly elderlies and some of them looked rather young too.

“Of course I’m in a hurry, the Xia Clan has been oppressing the Sikong Clan over several tens of generations. However, it seems to come to an end,” The old man laughed halfway while talking, he seemed to be really happy.

The Old Ancestor of Xia Clan did not appear mad, he only smiled at Elder Sikong, “How much do you know about the Xia Clan’s background, even if the Clan has fallen, an upstart like you, the Sikong Clan could never catch up.”

“Haha, you are the only old thing in the Xia Clan, you can only live another five years without an accident. I have two hundred years, two hundred years is enough.” Elder Sikong looked at the Old Ancestor of Xia Clan and said without hiding.