“Sword Saint, you are too arrogant,” Yong Wu said angrily. Seeing the Sword Saint on the raft with no communication devices, he continued, “It seems you are not yet aware that your Fusang Onmyoji and Yang City’s Beichen Martial Arts School have been annihilated?”

“Oh?” At this, the Fusang Sword Saint’s tone held a hint of interest, not anger. He asked with excitement, “Tell me, who did it?”

He had devoted his entire life to his swords, the Ghost Cleavers, and didn’t even own a cellphone. His Sword Dao was that of an ascetic monk. He rarely enjoyed anything; his days consisted of drinking porridge while avoiding all greasy food and alcohol. After finishing his porridge, he would spend the rest of the day just gazing at his Ghost Cleavers. When night fell, he would sleep holding them in his arms. He pursued the ultimate Bushido path and had come to Dragon Country in search of an opponent, so that neither he nor his swords would feel lonely.

“It was the Martial Emperor, of course,” Yong Wu said. “Since the Martial Emperor could defeat your Fusang Onmyoji, then today, this humble monk shall use Shaolin’s 72 Ultimate Skills to defeat you, the Sword Saint of Fusang!”

“The Martial Emperor?” The Fusang Sword Saint heard only the first half of Yong Wu’s sentence before bursting into laughter, completely ignoring the rest.

“I’ve finally found an opponent! This is fantastic, simply fantastic!” The Fusang Sword Saint seemed to teeter on the brink of madness. Looking at the three Ghost Cleavers at his waist, he said, “My Ghost Cleavers, you must be thrilled too. You can’t wait to meet this Martial Emperor.”

Yong Wu was livid. What is wrong with this Fusang Sword Saint? I’m a living person standing right here, and he won’t even look at me, focused only on dueling Wu Tian? Now he’s talking to himself, refusing to speak to me!

“Such arrogance! The Martial Emperor has no time for you. This time, allow this humble monk to test you with Shaolin’s 72 Ultimate Skills—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the Fusang Sword Saint’s third-generation Ghost Cleaver was already unsheathed. It was the Draw and Slash! This was a famous technique in Fusang, a sword technique from the Iaido school designed to defeat an enemy by drawing the blade in an instant, leaving no opening to exploit.

The draw was almost invisible. Yong Wu never imagined the Fusang Sword Saint would attack so suddenly. In an instant, the Ghost Cleaver struck. Yong Wu had no time to react, let alone use any of the 72 Ultimate Skills.

The Fusang Sword Saint sheathed his blade.

“You…” Yong Wu felt a strange sensation on his neck. He tried to speak, but no sound came out. Then, he collapsed, his eyes wide open in death.

The Shaolin disciples behind him were stunned. The Fusang Sword Saint was too strong; his strike was too fast. They hadn’t seen him draw his sword at all. To them, the Sword Saint had remained on his raft, completely motionless.

“My only opponent is the Martial Emperor. As for the rest? No matter how many come, that’s how many will die,” the Fusang Sword Saint said coldly. He then looked at his Ghost Cleavers with fanatical obsession. “Their blood isn’t tasty. Be patient. Just a few more days. I believe the Martial Emperor’s blood will be just what you need.” As his gaze settled on the third-generation Ghost Cleaver, the Fusang Sword Saint’s expression turned to one of pure madness.

On the ship, the young monks were utterly terrified, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

The Fusang Sword Saint paid them no mind as his raft continued toward Dragon Country.

Wu Tian, of course, had no idea that Shaolin Temple had offered him the scriptures from their Library in exchange for being the first to face the Fusang Sword Saint. As it turned out, any hope of achieving fame and success was completely out of the question. Instead, a life was lost.

The next day, Wu Tian thought his little girl’s enthusiasm for school would have waned. But to his surprise, the moment she opened her eyes, before even brushing her teeth, she was clamoring to go.

“Why do you like school so much?” Wu Tian asked. Even though I used to be a good student, I never understood it. I got good grades, but I never wanted to go to school either.

“Because I can show off,” the little girl said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Wu Tian nodded. Getting good grades doesn’t make you a top student. So, what is a top student? It’s someone who amazes the teachers, someone whose abilities far surpass everyone else in their class. A single sentence from a top student can leave the whole room in shock. Clearly, the Wu Tian of the past, despite his good grades, was not that. But this little girl… she’s a true top student.

She had obviously tasted the wonderful, intoxicating feeling of being at the top.

“Hurry up and squeeze the toothpaste for me! I want to get to school quickly!”

Wu Tian nodded and went downstairs, where Murong Yezi and Qin Yuhan were marveling at the little girl’s love for school. It was something they couldn’t understand either. They were both brilliant and had been good students, but alas, they were not top students.

The little girl wolfed down her breakfast in a great hurry and eagerly pulled Wu Tian toward the door. Waving to Murong Yezi and Qin Yuhan, she shouted, “Grandma, Mom, see you later! The green hills won’t change, and the clear waters will flow forever!”

“Okay, the green hills won’t change, and the clear waters will flow forever!” Murong Yezi and Qin Yuhan replied, amused, and waved back.

The little girl grabbed Wu Tian’s hand, and they hurried away. Wu Tian started the car.

In the car, the little girl was still chattering sweetly, “Dad, guess what? The principal said there’s going to be an essay competition, a Math Olympiad, a recitation contest, a swimming competition, a basketball tournament…”

“Hold on. Why are you rattling off so many competitions?” Wu Tian asked, puzzled.

“How could I pass up so many chances to show off?” she giggled. “With so many contests, lots of people will compete against me. That means there will be plenty of faces to slap!”

Wu Tian was exasperated. Still, I have to marvel at Kong Zhiyuan’s methods. The principal figured out my daughter’s personality in a single day and then dangled the right ‘bait’ to make her fall in love with school.

Soon, they arrived at Jixia Academy. The school gate was crowded with parents and children, some three, four, or even five years older than his daughter. But they all looked miserable. A few were already crying, and one was lying stubbornly on the ground, refusing to enter the school as if it were hell itself.

The little girl sighed. “I really don’t get these kids. Why are they so upset? School is clearly heaven! It’s where you get to feel a sense of achievement and the joy of putting people in their place!”

Wu Tian shot her a sidelong glance. Easy for you to say, little girl, when you’re not in their shoes. You feel a sense of achievement and the thrill of outsmarting others, but what about them? For them, school is just a place of failure and humiliation. Besides… you’re only four. How can you call other people ‘kids’?

A moment later, the little girl happily skipped and bounced into the school.

“Dad, the green hills won’t change, and the clear waters will flow forever!”

“Alright!” Wu Tian responded. He was about to head back, planning to pick her up in the evening since the school provided lunch.

But he had just gotten back into the car when his phone rang. Wu Tian took it out and saw it was Zheng Tianshi calling.

“Hello?” Wu Tian answered, puzzled as to why Zheng Tianshi would be calling him. Both he and his wife give me the strangest looks. It’s a little unsettling.

“Wu Tian, where are you? Do you know what happened? Something big has gone down!”

“Something big?” Wu Tian was more amused than concerned. What major event could possibly bother me?

“A representative from Fusang has arrived! They’re demanding that Dragon Country either hand you over or give them a satisfactory explanation!”

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