Chapter 58
Most of the big shots in the World Conference WeChat group had little understanding of Chinese culture and had no idea who Kong Sheng was, let alone guess what the Kong Sheng Holy Academy might be.
Only Yanagida Yuichiro, head of the Izumo Society who had some knowledge of Chinese history, and Li Weiguo, who was himself Chinese, could guess that the Kong Sheng Holy Academy must be connected to Kong Sheng.
Li Weiguo sent Facing Facing Cang Luo a private message, saying that if it was important information, he shouldn't post it in the group but send it directly to Feng Lin Huo Shan.
Facing Facing Cang Luo thought for a moment—this probably wasn't important information, right?
So Facing Facing Cang Luo continued posting: "Earlier I said the Yuanwu Continent and Earth were very likely parallel worlds, sharing identical history before 476 BC; now I've finally found some evidence.
The Kong Sheng Holy Academy here is an Emperor-grade martial sect, extremely powerful, second only to the royal family of Chu State, founded by descendants of Kong Sheng on the Yuanwu Continent.
I suspect they and the Kong Sheng descendants on Earth share the same ancestral origin—they're relatives, and extremely close-blooded ones."
After Facing Facing Cang Luo sent this message, the WeChat group fell silent; leaders of countries unfamiliar with Chinese history immediately ordered their subordinates to search for all information about Kong Sheng and analyze the hidden significance in Facing Facing Cang Luo's message.
After more than ten minutes, leaders of all countries reached the same conclusion: the existence of the Kong Sheng Holy Academy benefits China but harms them—it's a threat.
Earth's nations know the Profound Heaven Sect's goal is to invade Earth; once the teleportation array is activated, a two-world war is likely—Earth's victory would be ideal.
But what if Earth loses? What if it's colonized by the Yuanwu Continent?
In the event of defeat, China's fate would surely be better than that of other nations.
Because the ruling race of the Yuanwu Continent is ancient Chinese, they would surely favor Earth's Chinese people.
Now, the revelation of the Kong Sheng Holy Academy—the Emperor-grade power second only to Chu's royal family, and deeply tied to Earth's sage Kong Sheng—is extremely disadvantageous to all other nations.
If a two-world war breaks out, the Kong Sheng Holy Academy, as second only to the royal family, will inevitably join—and upon joining, it will learn that Earth's China harbors a Kong Sheng clan sharing the same ancestral origin.
The outcome is obvious: the Kong Sheng Holy Academy will very likely aid Earth's Kong Sheng clan, thereby indirectly aiding China.
Aiding China means weakening other nations!
After analyzing this, all national leaders frowned in distress.
After a long while, Feng Lin Huo Shan Li Weiguo posted a message in the group, accompanied by a "smug" emoji: "I have some good news to share with you all."
After posting this, Li Weiguo paused, waited a long time, and saw no replies—only Facing Facing Cang Luo sent a message.
Facing Facing Cang Luo wrote: "Hurry up and tell us—are you going to pay me now?"
Li Weiguo was speechless—haven't you made enough from selling videos? Haven't you earned enough in this period to waste for the rest of your life?
Ignoring Facing Facing Cang Luo, Li Weiguo continued writing: "Gentlemen, we've just appointed the current patriarch of China's Kong Sheng clan as Honorary Minister of Foreign Affairs; after the two worlds connect next year, he'll handle all matters concerning the Kong Sheng Holy Academy..."
As soon as this message was posted, the WeChat group exploded.
Eden Park director John Shi Misi: "..."
Izumo Society director Yanagida Yuichiro: "Bakayarou!"
Royal Knights' captain: "You... are shameless!"
Korea representative: "According to our historical records, Kong Sheng was Korean..."
"..."
Facing Facing Cang Luo saw Korea acting shameless again and immediately sent a "smiling" emoji to express his displeasure.
At that moment, Eden Park sent another message: "Cang, could you help us investigate whether the Yuanwu Continent has any of our country's historical figures? Do they have descendants? Of course, we'll pay."
Facing Facing Cang Luo felt a surge of joy—money talks, he was about to agree—when suddenly he remembered something about Eden Park's home country.
Facing Facing Cang Luo posted: "Does your country have history?"
After the message, Facing Facing Cang Luo added a "funny" emoji.
After this message was sent, the group fell silent again.
After a while, Feng Lin Huo Shan Li Weiguo: "Funny emoji!"
Royal Knights: "Funny emoji!"
Tsar's Judgment Court: "Funny emoji!"
Korea representative: "Funny emoji!"
Izumo Society Yanagida Yuichiro: "Director Shi Misi, your country... didn't even establish itself on the Yuanwu Continent, did it...?"
"..."
At this moment, on the west coast of North America, Eden Park headquarters.
Director John Shi Misi of Eden Park was staring at the WeChat group messages, deeply frustrated.
What do you mean, "Does your country have history?"
Fuck! Isn't two hundred years of history still history?
And what's that pale yellow, round-faced emoji supposed to mean?
Exaggeratedly upturned mouth, slightly flushed cheeks, eyes that invite wild imagination... the more he stared, the weirder it felt, as if it held some strange magic.
Frustrated as he was, Director John Shi Misi had to admit his homeland's founding date was indeed very recent—less than three hundred years.
Compared to the other countries in the group, it was a dwarf among giants—even the little island nation had about two thousand years of history.
Suddenly, John Shi Misi exploded: "Fuck! Others mocking us is one thing—but you, Korea? You used to be China's vassal state, and now you don't even have wartime command authority..."
After cursing, John Shi Misi pondered: "According to current intelligence, the Yuanwu Continent and Earth shared identical history before 476 BC, diverging only after that, with the entire continent dominated by ancient Chinese.
That means our homeland never established a state on the Yuanwu Continent—since no state existed, there could be no historical figures..."
Facing Facing Cang Luo's banter with the other leaders ended; he exited the group chat.
At this moment, Facing Facing Cang Luo saw that the Profound Heaven Sect had already selected their combatant—the same person he expected: Zhao Renwu.
This duel was sparked by the conflict between Zhao Renwu and Lin Xin of the Kong Sheng Holy Academy; the first match should logically be between them, and both are Warrior Stage 6—perfectly matched.
Zhao Renwu's gaze blazed, his chest filled with furious flames; under the watchful eyes of his fellow disciples and female spectators, he stepped forward, chest out, determined to teach that bastard a harsh lesson for looking down on him.
Is the Kong Sheng Holy Academy so impressive? Are people from the capital so superior? Is noble birth so admirable? Is wealth so glorious?
Walking to the center of the arena, Zhao Renwu bowed to Lin Xin, who had been waiting: "Zhao Renwu, sixteen, Warrior Stage 6, Dan Yang County, Tongzhou."
Lin Xin slightly bowed in return, glanced at Zhao Renwu with contempt, then formed a palm stance and beckoned him with a finger—signaling him to strike first.
Lin Xin's behavior was an obvious provocation; even Zhao Renwu, known for his patience, couldn't tolerate being looked down upon by a weak woman—who dared make a man like him strike first?
Unbelievable! Even a mud Bodhisattva has a bit of temper!
Zhao Renwu instantly flew into a rage, instantly activating his movement technique and lunging at Lin Xin. He decided not only to defeat her but to humiliate her severely.
He would tear her silver-white dress into pieces, making her a public spectacle and forcing her to regret her actions.
Therefore, Zhao Renwu unleashed the Yellow-Grade Mid-Tier Martial Art he had just learned these past few days but not yet mastered: the Eagle Claw Technique.
The Eagle Claw Technique possesses Yin and Wind dual attributes; while clawing and injuring the enemy, it inflicts corrosive damage on the wounds, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at the injury, causing extreme agony.
With the two separated by two zhang, Zhao Renwu closed the distance to right in front of her in an instant. He let out a cold snort, formed his hands into claws as hard as stone, and, carrying a fierce wind with no mercy, aimed directly for Lin Xin's slightly heaving chest.
After seeing Zhao Renwu's attack clearly, Lin Xin's brows knitted tightly; her pair of willow-leaf eyebrows instantly curled into pea shapes. Her chest heaved as she felt shame and fury.
This man is truly a lecher; then do not blame me for not saving face for the Profound Heaven Sect.
"Spring and Autumn Palm Technique!"
Lin Xin, the junior sister, let out a delicate shout. Instead of retreating, she advanced. Her palms followed her voice, and in the blink of an eye, she struck out dozens of times.
Her white and tender palms erupted with a momentum that held nothing back. The first few strikes directly deflected Zhao Renwu's claw attacks, while the subsequent dozens landed directly on his chest and all four limbs and bones.
The Spring and Autumn Palm Technique is a Heaven-Grade High-Tier Martial Art from the Kong Sheng Sage Academy, consisting of nine layers. Outer Sect disciples with Warrior cultivation can exchange Sect Contribution Points for the first layer; Martial General disciples can exchange for the second, and so on, until a Wu Di can cultivate it to perfection.
This palm technique possesses a majestic momentum; cultivated to the higher layers, it can cause mountains to crumble and seas to overturn, bringing about mountain collapses and earth fissures.
When the palm strikes, heaven and earth will change color.
Of course, this is the power attained only at the ninth layer. Lin Xin is merely at the Warrior cultivation level and can only cultivate the first layer. Yet even the power of this first layer is something Zhao Renwu, a commoner martial artist, cannot withstand, after all, it is a Heaven-Grade High-Tier Martial Art.
It was seen that after taking dozens of palm strikes, Zhao Renwu immediately froze in place, his eyes vacant, his arms hanging powerlessly, and his ten fingers trembling continuously.
A few breaths later, Zhao Renwu suddenly went "Bang!" and collapsed to the ground, unable to rise for a long time.
"I yield!" Lin Xin sneered, cupped her hands in a bow, and then retreated to the side of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy.
"Senior Brother Zhao!"
"Boss!"
"How is this possible!? Defeated in a single move..."
The disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect were all shocked and pale, each sucking in a cold breath, unable to believe the fact unfolding before their eyes.
Zhao Renwu, at Warrior Stage 6, was actually defeated in a single move by a woman of the same cultivation?
Ah, the opponent used the Spring and Autumn Palm Technique, a Heaven-Grade High-Tier Martial Art known to everyone in the Yuanwu Continent. This was no surprise; it is normal for Senior Brother Zhao, who only knows Yellow-Grade Martial Arts, to lose.
The twenty-plus outer sect disciples from the three dormitories immediately found a way for Zhao Renwu to save face, because giving him a way out was giving themselves a way out. If Zhao Renwu couldn't win, they couldn't win either.
In contrast, the side of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy merely smiled slightly in the face of victory. There was no excitement on their faces, nor any mockery, as if the outcome of this duel was already within their expectations.
However, this silent, subtle mockery from the Kong Sheng Sage Academy appeared even more fatal to the disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect than open ridicule. This silent contempt made everyone feel ashamed, as if they were unworthy to be their opponents.
The disciples from the three dormitories all lowered their heads, daring not to meet the gaze of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy group.
Meanwhile, the female disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect watching from the sidelines whispered among themselves, all stating that Zhao Renwu and the others were too weak and were shaming the Sect.
Zhao Renwu was carried back by two people. Seeing Xuan Qingqing stepped forward to check and found a surging, chaotic Qi within his body. This Qi had blocked several key meridians and acupoints of Zhao Renwu, causing him to be unable to move.
Seeing this, Xuan Qingqing gathered a soft force and struck Zhao Renwu's back with a sudden burst to help him clear his meridians and acupoints. Zhao Renwu let out a muffled groan, moved his body, and lowered his head in shame, saying, "This junior brother is incompetent and has shamed the Sect!"
Xuan Qingqing shook her head and said nothing. She did not blame Zhao Renwu. Although their cultivation levels were the same, the Martial Arts they mastered differed too greatly, making the hope of victory slim.
It was just, who should be sent to the field next?
The strength of these junior brothers seems about the same. We cannot possibly choose someone at the last moment; that would be too much of a loss of face.
Xuan Qingqing's brows knitted tightly as she looked at Wang Fuhai and Cang Feng and others, asking anxiously, "Who among you has the highest cultivation?"
Everyone looked at each other, and finally their gazes converged on Wang Fuhai. Wang Fuhai had no choice but to step forward. He said, "Junior brother Wang Fuhai, Warrior Stage 8..."
"Excellent!" Xuan Qingqing nodded as she looked at Wang Fuhai's massive physique. "Your build is perfect; you should be able to withstand the power of the Spring and Autumn Palm Technique."
Wang Fuhai smiled awkwardly and walked helplessly into the arena. Looking at the Kong Sheng Sage Academy group, he took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Wang Fuhai, sixteen years old, Warrior Stage 8, from Tongzhou, Danyang Commandery. Who dares to fight this Fatty?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a wave of snickers immediately erupted from the sidelines.
Whether it was the female disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect or the female disciples of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy, upon seeing Wang Fuhai's obese physique, they could not help but burst out laughing, leaving Wang Fuhai in extreme embarrassment...
End of Chapter
