Wang Dawan and his son, Wang Congming, set aside their work to focus on finding the sword scabbard. They even posted a reward online. Million Group promised one hundred million to whoever found it, provided their net worth was below one hundred million. If the finder’s net worth exceeded one hundred million, Million Group was willing to concede several major projects. It was a faster way to get rich than winning the lottery.

After waiting all morning, Wang Congming’s phone rang while he was eating lunch. Someone had contacted him through a Weibo direct message. “Boss, I know where the sword scabbard is. May I… may I ask if you could give me one hundred million?”

Without hesitation, Wang Congming—a man of his word, a necessity for any businessman—immediately replied, “Of course. I guarantee it with my personal honor. Where are you? What’s your account number? I can transfer the money to you in advance.”

Of course, if he was being scammed, Wang Congming had ways of getting the one hundred million back.

“I’m a Fusang, and I work at a Fusang martial arts school in Yang City, usually just sweeping and doing other chores. I don’t really stand out, so people tend to look down on me or just ignore me. Today, I overheard a conversation. It turns out the sword scabbard is in this martial arts school.” The person seemed unsure and sent another message: “That’s what it sounded like, anyway. I was pretty far away, so it was a bit muffled.”

How could it be related to a Fusang martial arts school?

Wang Congming quickly told Wang Dawan.

Wang Dawan frowned slightly, took Wang Congming’s phone, and typed a reply. “Which martial arts school?”

“Beichen Martial Arts School.”

Upon seeing these words, Wang Dawan’s eyelids twitched. Everyone knew the Sword Saint of Fusang was coming to Dragon Country soon, and his swordsmanship originated from Beichen.

“Okay, thank you. Once we confirm the information is true, the money will be transferred,” Wang Dawan typed, sent the message, and then tossed the phone back to Wang Congming.

Wang Congming said earnestly, “Dad, we should inform Mr. Wu Tian now, so you can immediately…”

“No, wait a moment.” As one of the top businessmen in Dragon Country, Wang Dawan was far more thorough in his thinking. He said immediately, “Go investigate when the Fusang Sword Saint is arriving in Dragon Country, and while you’re at it, check if anything has happened at the Beichen Martial Arts School recently. Know your enemy and know yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles without defeat. Then, send all the information you gather to Mr. Wu Tian.”

Wang Congming nodded and immediately set to work. The investigation took an entire day, as these were difficult matters to look into.

「The next day,」

Wang Congming still hadn’t slept. He had posted another large reward, hiring people to investigate.

Meanwhile, early that morning, Wu Tian was still unaware of this. He had another major issue to address. His little one’s vacation was over, and it was time for her to go to Jixia Academy.

For any parent, this was a big deal.

Qin Yuhan had just woken up that morning, thinking she had only slept for a little while. But Murong Yezi, looking surprised, told her that two days had passed. Qin Yuhan herself was stunned.

When she saw Wu Tian coming out of the room holding their little one, Qin Yuhan couldn’t help but snort. She walked over to do her makeup, but her posture was a bit awkward. She was clearly still in pain. After finishing her makeup, she dressed the little one up beautifully.

The little one was dressed in an adorable “maid outfit” and looked incredibly cute. Seeing her, Qin Yuhan and Murong Yezi couldn’t help but run over and smother her with kisses!

Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan both went. Wu Tian drove them and their little one to Jixia Academy, where security guards were already posted outside. Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan were very satisfied with this, as some schools allowed all kinds of unsavory characters to wander in freely. How could anyone feel safe about a school like that?

After Wu Tian spoke with a guard, the man called Kong Zhiyuan, got his approval, and then opened the school gates.

When Kong Zhiyuan—a descendant of Confucius and the principal of Jixia Academy—heard that the little one had arrived, he came out to greet them himself, his face exuding warmth. He then personally led the little one, Wu Tian, and Qin Yuhan to a classroom filled with teenage girls. This was an intentional arrangement by Kong Zhiyuan, who didn’t want any boisterous boys disturbing the little one. He planned to cultivate her into a female scholar.

Kong Zhiyuan said, “On the first day of school, children are always scared. They need…”

Before he could finish, the little one had already walked in by herself. She found an empty seat. Of course, the chair was high, so she had to jump to get onto it.

Seeing their new classmate, and remembering Kong Zhiyuan’s instructions, the teenage girls came up one by one to comfort her. They told her not to be afraid and promised to look after her like big sisters.

But the little one’s reaction was unexpected. She stood right up on the chair and declared, “From today on, I am King!”

What?

The female students stared, dumbfounded.

Outside the classroom, Kong Zhiyuan was also taken aback for a moment, but he quickly recovered and couldn’t help but laugh. He knew that all great people behaved a little differently in their childhood. The more he looked at the little one, the more satisfied he felt.

He turned to Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan. “Mr. Wu Tian, Mrs. Wu, rest assured. Your little Princess is in good hands with me.”

Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan nodded. Kong Zhiyuan entered the classroom to start the lesson. They stood outside for a long time until Kong Zhiyuan gestured with his eyes that they could go.

Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan knew it was time to leave. It was time for their child to get used to being on her own.

As they left, Qin Yuhan felt a sense of emptiness, even though it was just for the school day and their daughter would be home in the evening.

Wu Tian felt the same.

My first time being a father. My first time sending my daughter off to school. My first time not being able to see my daughter whenever I want.

The feeling was strange and complex. Perhaps only a father could truly understand.

「Meanwhile, in Yang City, at the Beichen Martial Arts School.」

The Fusang man who had messaged Wang Congming was a poor man named Kojima Ryotian. The thought of receiving one hundred million made him so excited that he started acting abnormally, giving himself away.

The school’s headmaster, a middle-aged man named Akiyama Youshi, noticed. He ordered his disciples to hang Kojima Ryotian up and beat him mercilessly.

Hei Shan Zheye sighed from the side. “Teacher,” he said again, “you always say the people of Dragon Country would betray their own families for profit and deserve to be enslaved. But now you see that we Fusangs also have people like that…”

“Shut up!” Akiyama Youshi rebuked Hei Shan Zheye. He then looked at the other disciples and said, “A team of Onmyoji is coming here today. Go and receive them. So what if Wu Tian finds out?”

“Long live the Great Fusang Empire!” Akiyama Youshi’s face was full of madness and longing as he shouted this.

At the same time, Wang Congming finally gathered all the information and sent it to Wu Tian’s phone. Still, he decided to call, his tone grave. “Is that sword scabbard really that important? Can it be delayed for a few days? Let’s wait until those Onmyoji have left before we make a move.”

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