Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Who Would You Save, Me or Mom?

“Indeed, I believe he is a Saint,” Ye Tianshi stated directly.

The declaration left Huang Xuantian and Huang Ming astonished. Even Zhou Weimou and the other soldiers were taken aback. They knew Ye Tianshi. Despite coming from a military lineage, he chose not to rely on his ancestors’ achievements, instead making his own way in the military step by step. Such a person would not lie and seldom joked.

Zhou Weimou and the other soldiers thought of the young man who had entered the New Holy Land. He was so mysterious, seemingly countless times more enigmatic than Huang Xuantian. The realization startled them.

Could it be that the young man is truly a Saint?

“A Saint?” Huang Xuantian snorted and shook his head, saying coldly, “Youngster, you have not seen a truly great individual. If you had, you wouldn’t think that young man amounts to anything.”

Ye Tianshi shook his head and remained silent.

Zhou Weimou inwardly chuckled. Ye Tianshi? How could he not have seen great people? As a descendant of General Ye, he has naturally encountered many eminent individuals.

But Zhou Weimou didn’t voice this thought aloud, as it would have been tantamount to slapping Huang Xuantian in the face. In his mind, the bigger picture was what mattered most.

“Regarding why that young man could enter the New Holy Land, I’ve thought of a possibility,” Huang Ming spoke up. “It’s not that the young man is incredibly powerful, but rather that he specializes in Formations. His actual strength is nothing special; he simply understands Formations better than we do. However, Formations are merely a supplementary discipline, not true, hard-hitting martial arts. If he wasn’t given time to set up his Formation, forget my Master—I could kill him with a single kick.”

Having said this, Huang Ming threw a kick so fast that it seemed to leave no shadow.

The sight of it sent a chill down the soldiers’ spines. If they were to fight Huang Ming, they knew they would undoubtedly be hit.

It was the same for Ye Tianshi. He considered his own aptitude superior to Huang Ming’s, but alas, he had no connection whatsoever with the Jianghu sects or the Five Surnames and Seven Families. Therefore, knowing only military boxing, he was no match for Huang Ming.

And Ye Tianshi recognized the technique.

Shadowless Kick!

“Master, what do you think of my kick?” Huang Ming suddenly asked Huang Xuantian.

“Not bad,” Huang Xuantian nodded in approval. “It’s almost as good as mine when I was your age. Ming’er, do you have something to say?”

Upon hearing this, Huang Ming’s spirits soared, and he said with a joyous laugh, “Master, I feel… I am ready to graduate.”

Huang Xuantian nodded. “You may.”

Huang Ming was overjoyed.

“This was my plan all along,” Huang Xuantian continued, “as I have some personal matters to attend to these days. Coming to Yang City was just a detour, but I never expected a Sacred Land to appear here.”

“Other matters?” Zhou Weimou thought of something and asked, “Could it be about the situation with Xiao Tianzan?”

“Exactly,” Huang Xuantian openly acknowledged, his voice turning cold. “There are too many impoverished areas in our Dragon Country and countless children who cannot afford an education. We, the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, charge for our services, but do you think it’s for ourselves? Of course not. It’s for the whole of Dragon Country. No, our dream is one world, one dream. We hope for a world where no child has to suffer from poverty. Seven billion… We would assist Xiao Tianzan if Sword Saint Fusang comes to the southern provinces, but he isn’t even willing to part with seven billion. That is truly excessive.”

Zhou Weimou frowned with worry. He certainly did not want Huang Xuantian to make trouble for Xiao Tianzan. While Xiao Tianzan held a high position, his authority had little hold over the Seven Saints of Dragon Country.

First, the Seven Saints themselves possessed extraordinary abilities.

Second, ever since Mr. Sun established the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, he seemed to have granted them a special kind of authority, like the Imperial Sword of olden times. They could execute any treacherous official without seeking permission from above.

“I know what you’re worried about,” Huang Xuantian glanced at Zhou Weimou and said indifferently. “As they say, if you refuse a toast, you’ll be forced to drink a forfeit.

“Of course, I won’t serve Xiao Tianzan a forfeit right from the start.

“I’ll reason with him and make him understand his mistake.

“If he willingly hands over the seven billion for the children in the impoverished mountain regions, I will certainly spare him.

“But if he remains obstinate, then he shouldn’t blame me for being impolite.”

Huang Xuantian’s eyes turned frosty as he continued, enunciating each word, “I won’t push him too hard either, because I also need free time to research how to enter this New Holy Land. You said that young man entered the Sacred Land. Well, he has to come out eventually. Everyone must eat and drink, even an Innate practitioner. Besides, he’s so young; how could he possibly be an Innate?”

“Master is wise,” Huang Ming said immediately.

Huang Xuantian stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his lips.

I must acquire this New Holy Land.

「That night」

Huang Xuantian was still trying to figure out how to enter the New Holy Land. He was utterly stumped, but with Zhou Weimou, Ye Tianshi, and the other soldiers watching, he maintained his facade. As a supposed expert, he simply stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Meanwhile, Wu Tian had already eaten dinner at home and was with Qin Yuhan and their little girl, watching TV.

“This is bad, so bad!” the little one shouted, her face a mask of discontent.

The television was showing a drama adapted from a web novel. Unfortunately, such adaptations often shattered the dreams of many fans. Reading the original novel could be an utterly captivating experience, but after being adapted into a TV series… How can it be so terrible? Only true fans could possibly endure watching this.

On the couch, the little one stopped watching TV. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were flushed, as if she were shy.

This surprised Wu Tian. What’s gotten into my little girl?

“Papa, can I ask you a question, okay?” the little one asked, looking up at Wu Tian with her beautiful, hopeful eyes. “But you have to answer. No dodging the question.”

“Alright,” Wu Tian agreed, bracing himself. He had a premonition. If he wanted to advance further, perhaps even beyond the realm of the Immortal Emperor, he would have to experience certain things—and his daughter was the key.

“Papa, if Mommy and I both fell into the sea, and neither of us could swim, but you only had time to save one of us, who would you save?” the little one asked immediately.

“…” Wu Tian was speechless. He noticed that Qin Yuhan, who had been watching TV, was no longer focused on it after hearing their daughter’s question. Though her eyes were still on the screen, her attention was elsewhere.

“Have you two heard of herbal facial masks?” All Wu Tian could do at that moment was try to change the subject.

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