292 One Step Away! (2/2)

As for Wang Baole's assigned office, it hadn't been his decision; the Federation had appointed it. He took a look, decided that it wasn't that fantastic a posting, and hence didn't bother interfering further.

At present, a distraught Wang Baole was fleeing the flame-shaped building. Once outside, he took a few deep breaths. He could feel a chill down his spine. He alternated between moping and going mad with anxiety. He immediately turned on his voice transmission ring and contacted the Sect Lord of the Ethereal Dao College.

As soon as the call got through, Wang Baole started shouting frantically.

”I've decided, Sect Lord. I live and die as part of Ethereal Dao College. I want to spend my whole life working for the college. I want to remain with the college. I want to become the Pavilion Head of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion. I want to spend the rest of my life contributing to the college mission!”

”I see you've met our Fellow Daoist Osmanthus. I only found out today that he's been appointed the Deputy Governor of the Martian Colony.” The Sect Lord of the Ethereal Dao College sighed before continuing to speak.

”Your records have been transferred to the Martian Colony. They're now under his jurisdiction. According to the regulations, you have to serve a minimum of one year on Mars before I can transfer you back. The both of us are Primary Rank Two Nobles. We're of the same rank. That makes things difficult. Not to mention that he's only one step away from the Nascent Soul realm.”

Upon hearing those words, Wang Baole's heart turned to ice. He clutched the voice transmission ring in his hands. He suddenly felt that there was no meaning in living anymore. Even the skies looked dark and hopeless.

”Sect Lord, please don't mention anything about being one step away from the Nascent Soul realm again. It frightens me…”

The Sect Lord sighed. He immediately consoled Wang Baole.

”Don't worry too much. Since our Federation President has been appointed the Deputy Governor, he is now a member of the Federation. He is bound by Federation regulations and won't do anything rash. Besides… there's still the Martian Colony Governor. She's a character. Even the Federation President accords her some degree of respect when he sees her.

”I'll try to think of something as well, and fight to get you transferred back as soon as possible.”

They exchanged a few more words before Wang Baole finally ended the transmission with a tragic sigh. He had no tears left to shed. There was nothing left to do but accept his fate. After a long while, he lowered his head and stared at the jade slip in his hand with a glum face. He activated it with his Spirit Qi. After reading its contents, Wang Baole's earlier sorrow and fury grew.

What's this? Vice Dean of the Martian Dao Mountain Mist Academy? Me?

The Martian Colony had an immense population. The presence of the various political forces created a messy political scene. Said political forces even had some of their most abled cultivators stationed in the colony. Naturally, there was a need to build schools for the heirs and descendants of the powerful figures in the various political forces.

The colony itself needed such academies as well, and a multitude of academies mushroomed in the city. They didn't fall under the governance of the four Dao Colleges but were directly controlled by the colony.

Amongst the schools, two stood out. One was the Fire Spirit Academy, and the other was the Dao Mountain Mist Academy.

The two academies were special because they had another name in the Martian Colony City. They were also known as the academies for the rich!

The dean of an academy for the rich was a Secondary Rank Four Noble. Its vice dean was a Primary Rank Five Noble!

Damn you!

Asking me, an esteemed Foundation Establishment realm cultivator, one of the revered Hundred Seedlings of the Federation, a famous personality on Earth, to be the Vice Dean of a stupid school? I must be the most useless Primary Rank Five Noble there is! The one with the least power! If it had been some other occasion, Wang Baole would have quit, but he was reminded of the Deputy Governor. Wang Baole sighed. He felt that sometimes one had to be a coward about certain things. It wasn't anything to be ashamed of.

I've no choice. I'll just have to bear this for a while… then fight for a transfer after surviving one year, and get the hell out of here. Wang Baole slapped his forehead. He sighed again, then hurried dispiritedly in the direction of the Dao Mountain Mist Academy as directed by the jade slip.

Since he was already here and had nowhere else to go, Wang Baole decided to head for the stupid school and settle the matter of his accommodation.

Wang Baole sighed as he went along. He wove his way through the various city zones and finally arrived at Zone Twelve… the Dao Mountain Mist Academy.