Wang Congming’s suggestion was for Wu Tian’s own good. In the Fusang Martial Arts World, Onmyoji were as enigmatic as Dragon Country’s Wizards. Their version of the Martial Path was strange and unorthodox, steeped in mystery and peculiar incantations. Even those who had never seen an Onmyoji in action knew they were not to be trifled with.

This time, a large contingent of Onmyoji had come to Dragon Country, with their first stop being the Beichen Martial Arts School in Yang City. If Wu Tian were to go there, a fierce battle would surely ensue. Moreover, he was completely unfamiliar with Onmyoji. Even if he was stronger, he could easily be caught off guard if he confronted them without understanding their strange methods.

Wang Congming continued, “Let me investigate how the Onmyoji fight. Once I have, you can go to the Beichen Martial Arts School, Mr. Wu Tian. Even with Onmyoji present, you’ll be fine.” He was confident in Wu Tian’s strength, only fearing that Wu Tian might be defeated by new and unfamiliar techniques.

Wu Tian smiled faintly, held up his phone, and replied, “Alright, go and look up some information on the Onmyoji.”

“Okay,” Wang Congming said, pleased. Feeling that Wu Tian had taken his advice, he immediately went to gather information on the Onmyoji to see how they typically operated.

But how could Wu Tian have been listening? He only told Wang Congming to investigate the Onmyoji in the hope that Wang could broaden his own knowledge.

“You head back first. I need to go find someone,” Wu Tian said to Qin Yuhan.

Without giving it much thought, she nodded. The two of them temporarily parted ways.

Qin Yuhan headed home, still feeling exhausted. Wu Tian’s combat prowess was simply too formidable; she wouldn’t dare to try something like that again anytime soon. He was countless times more ferocious than he had been four years ago.

Wu Tian got out of the car and began asking for the location of the Beichen Martial Arts School. As for using a map on his phone—the roads changed every day, so who knew if it would be accurate?

「…」

The disciples of the Beichen Martial Arts School had already gone to the airport and brought the Onmyoji back. Trailing behind them was a group of disciples from Dragon Country’s original Jianghu sects, including the Five Surnames and Seven Families.

Upon arriving at the Beichen Martial Arts School, Akiyama Youshi told them about Wu Tian, which made the Onmyoji frown.

“There is no need to worry.” The one who spoke was the second-in-command of the Onmyoji, Yinyang Shenshan.

He was the successor of Yang Hu Yu Chen, and his words instantly boosted the confidence of the other Onmyoji.

“If that Wu Tian doesn’t show up, so be it. If he does, he’s in for a world of hurt.”

“We Onmyoji rarely display the way of Yin and Yang to others. Wu Tian certainly doesn’t understand it, so we can catch him completely off guard.”

“Exactly. The people of Dragon Country have never seen our way of Yin and Yang. The moment we unleash it, Wu Tian will be terrified.”

“Well said. This Wu Tian might be stronger than us, but in his first clash with us, he will be no match for us at all.”

The group of Onmyoji buzzed with excited laughter, and Akiyama Youshi smiled alongside them.

As the second-in-command of the Onmyoji, Yinyang Shenshan was no fool. He called over the group of disciples from Dragon Country and said, “Tell me everything you know about Wu Tian.”

This was undoubtedly a golden opportunity to win Yinyang Shenshan’s favor.

One of the men from Dragon Country immediately spoke up, “Master, let me tell you. Wu Tian is actually…”

But in the next moment, he was cut off by another. “No, Master, what does he know? How could he possibly understand Wu Tian? I know more about him than he does.”

“Shut up! I obviously know more.”

This group of traitors from Dragon Country had abandoned the parents who birthed them and the masters who raised them, all to swear allegiance to the Onmyoji. Now, vying for a chance to curry favor with Yinyang Shenshan, they descended into a chaotic squabble.

Akiyama Youshi sneered and whispered, “This is what the people of Dragon Country are like—greedy, ignorant, fighting amongst their own for personal gain. How shameful! They truly deserve to be enslaved!”

「…」

While the other Onmyoji waited, Akiyama Youshi discussed the art of the tea ceremony with Yinyang Shenshan. The waiting Onmyoji grew bored and started posting on forums in Fusang.

“A battle in the Martial Arts World! The Martial Emperor of Dragon Country wants to challenge us Onmyoji!”

“How arrogant! Unbelievably arrogant! The Martial Emperor actually dares to provoke the Onmyoji?”

“People of Dragon Country, have you forgotten the former might of Fusang?”

These posts quickly sparked a flood of comments from people in Fusang, along with countless likes.

The Fusangs in Dragon Country waited. The people back in Fusang also waited. Everyone was eager to see the final outcome.

Was Wu Tian really going to confront the Onmyoji without any understanding of them? That was incredibly risky.

Many people have played 5v5 games. When a new hero is released, your own hero might be stronger, but if you charge in without knowing their abilities, you’re likely to be killed. Understanding an opponent before engaging is the only foolproof strategy.

Would Wu Tian dare to come?

Waiting is always tedious. One of the Onmyoji looked at the new recruits from Dragon Country and chuckled. “You tell me. When you compare the Martial Skills of Dragon Country to our Yin Yang Technique, which one is stronger?”

At this, the men who had forsaken the parents who bore them and the masters who raised them—natural sycophants—began to say exactly what their new masters wanted to hear.

“We plan to become citizens of Fusang. We are no longer people of Dragon Country!”

“That’s right! From now on, we should refer to them as ‘the people of Dragon Country’!”

“Yes, yes, yes! How could their Martial Skills possibly compare to our Yin Yang Technique?”

“Exactly! Long live the Yin Yang Technique! The Yin Yang Technique is invincible!”

The traitors from Dragon Country renounced their own identity, singing praises of the Yin Yang Technique’s power while the Onmyoji roared with laughter.

Akiyama Youshi sneered even more derisively. “This is what the people of Dragon Country are like. Willing to abandon their own home, their own country. Laughable, truly laughable. Such people deserve to be enslaved!”

「…」

While the people of Fusang were carrying on like this, Wu Tian had already found the Beichen Martial Arts School, located right next to the Fusang Great Historian Museum.

Dressed in a black suit, every one of Wu Tian’s movements exuded a cool indifference. His powerful aura enhanced his natural charisma immensely. As he walked, girls, young women, and older women alike all cast captivated glances his way.

As he headed toward the Beichen Martial Arts School, nobody noticed when he leaned against a parked car, using its side mirror to check behind him.

Then, with a faint smile on his lips, he continued on his way.

After Wu Tian left, a figure suddenly emerged from the ground—a Ninja technique called Earth Escape. He was enshrouded in a black robe and wore an iron mask, his face completely hidden.

“The Martial Emperor of Dragon Country, is it?”

Let me see just how powerful you really are!

With that thought, the tenth-generation Koshin Koji, a man trusted by the Emperor of Fusang, sank back into the ground.

「…」

At the entrance to the Beichen Martial Arts School stood two gatekeepers. One was from Fusang, and the other was from Dragon Country. The latter was originally a disciple of the Kongtong Sect. He had betrayed them to join the Onmyoji and was now helping to watch the gate out of boredom.

“You were doing well as a disciple of the Kongtong Sect. Why would you want to become a citizen of Fusang and join the ranks of the Onmyoji?” the Fusang gatekeeper asked.

“A fine bird chooses a tree to nest in,” the man from Dragon Country replied plainly, a twinkle in his eye.

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