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Chinese Paladin

"Exactly! That's how it should be thought!" Jing Tian slapped his forehead, suddenly enlightened: "How did I not see that?"

Xuejian narrowed her almond eyes into two mischievous slits, staring at Jing Tian for a while: "Hmph, if your wooden head could figure it out, you'd be a schoolteacher by now."

Jing Tian gently stroked the white marble teapot in his hand, smiled: "... Also."

"What do you mean 'also'?" Xuejian snatched the teapot from his hand and slammed it onto the stone table: "Just mentioning a schoolteacher makes me angry—this kid Xiaolou, look what he's been up to lately? Yesterday he went with the Li family boy from east town to catch crickets; the day before he slipped out of school to go to the teahouse for storytelling; the day before that he kept shouting he'd go to Mount Shu to find Xu the Great Hero—how old is he? Ten! Ten years old and he wants to ascend to heaven!"

Jing Tian slowly reached out, scooped the teapot back, poured himself a cup, watching the green tea swirl in the cup: "Kids will be kids, loving play is natural; when I was young..."

"Shut up!" Xuejian snapped, jabbing Jing Tian's forehead with her finger: "Don't impose your own childhood experiences on Xiaolou—you were a clerk in Yong'an, while Xiaolou has been the young master of Xin'an since childhood; circumstances differ, I truly fear Xiaolou will grow arrogant… sigh, if you ask me, the teachers in Yuzhou aren't up to snuff—where can we find a teacher like Kexia or Laatio?"

The two were talking when suddenly a light footsteps came from the side of the backyard archway.

A boy with a small braid at the back of his head, sturdy and vigorous, poked his head out from behind the old locust tree, somewhat fearful, gazing at the…… mother who was chattering on in the courtyard.

The boy was Jing Xiaolou.

"Dad, Mom. I just seemed to hear you talking about my name?"

Jing Tian smiled and waved at Xiaolou: "Your mother said she wants to find you a teacher like Kexia or Laatio, and asks if you're willing."

Xiaolou's smile froze instantly: "Kexia? I feel like that kind of teacher would scold me to death…"

"Heh, strict teachers produce outstanding students." Xuejian crossed her arms: "Otherwise, once you inherit Xin'an, you won't even be able to keep the accounts straight; as the young master of Xin'an, learning some martial arts is far more important. Xiaolou, you need to wield the sword firmly and hold the plow steady!"

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""There's still time—think carefully about how you'll answer, and don't tell me…"" Kexia turned around, facing the crowd of citizens below whose applause was unending: "Go tell those who beg the gods for salvation."

"Bai'e nodded gratefully: 'Thank you, Teacher Kexia.'"

""Call me Anaxagoras.""

""You… which side will you vote for?""

""……Hah."" Kexia gave a light smile: "Watch your performance… may Sethesis defend your thoughts."

Kexia arrived at the entrance of the Demigod Council's passage; the soldier in charge of orders, upon seeing him, respectfully bowed: "Lord Kexia, you have come! The final speaker of this assembly is about to enter; the vote will be held later. Lady Kaines has reserved a special seat for you—would you like to be seated now?"

""Hmm, lead the way.""

At the center of the Demigod Council, Laigushi had already walked to the center of the square, announcing to the surrounding crowd: "Senators, citizens, please be quiet. In the name of the divine ritual audience, I see—upright citizens of Aohema, Aolixie's Bai'e—will deliver the final speech of this assembly!"

The arrogant citizen nearby muttered: "I remember this guy, the poor kid who used to carry Aglaea's shoes!"

The puzzled citizen: "Where is Lady Goldweave? Why send this guy to steal the show? Is the Fire Pursuit Journey really ending?"

The calm citizen: "Just a martial artist? Can this kid handle Kaines?"

Not all of these words reached Bai'e's ears, but he clearly knew he was the focus of everyone's talk. He slowly stepped onto the stage and loudly proclaimed to the crowd: "KefaLe above, citizens of Aohema—I see that all of your gazes are fixed upon me."

""Your eyes are filled with worry—not only about the rift growing between the Golden Heirs and the Senate, but also about the future this holy city is about to step into." Bai'e placed his hand on his chest and solemnly said: "Now, I ask you all: before pondering the grand proposition of 'the fate of the world,' please first sharpen your eyes… look past the horizon illuminated by KefaLe, and see clearly the danger we face."

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Black Robe Riot Squad.

"God, he's stupid—why does he have to attend this damn speech?"

Watching Bai'e stand at the center of the Demigod Council in the skyline, the compatriot felt as if a surge of anger was building in his chest, and he slammed his fist hard onto the nearby armrest.

Thinking about the current situation of their superpowered compatriots, he projected himself into it, his emotions growing more agitated.

"If I were Bai'e, I'd slaughter them all—simple as that. The mob sitting below, the Senate—what have they done? Have they saved anyone? Did they stand on the front lines when the Black Tide came? No, they just sit there, using their bloodless mouths to point fingers at someone ten thousand times better than them."

"I will make them understand—I am the perfect Golden Heir! I never err, I am stronger, smarter, superior to that lot sitting below who just flap their lips! On this day when the Titans have perished, the Golden Heirs are the gods of mankind!"

"You lot of blabbering idiots should indeed thank KefaLe, for it is KefaLe who created the Golden Heirs, and you lot need the Golden Heirs' protection! You need their salvation! Without the Golden Heirs, the Black Tide would have already stabbed a knife into your *eye!"

Blood rushed to his head, buzzing, his reason vanished in an instant; the compatriot felt as if he were standing at the center of the Demigod Council, facing a sea of people.

""Before the new world arrives, all who slander the Golden Heirs—thus slandering me—and those who do not follow me… should all be hanged and burned. Kaines is one, and the Senate lot can't escape either."

"Hah…"

The compatriot exhaled deeply, as if he had finally vented the pent-up frustration in his heart, feeling much lighter.

Shenhai beside him stared, dumbfounded.

""How…?" the compatriot glared fiercely.

"No, no… sir, your words just now truly moved me." Shenhai quickly put on a fawning smile: "I've never heard such a heart‑reaching speech… I, I really mean it, you were fantastic just now."

""…Why is everyone around me just a bunch of sycophantic good‑for‑nothings?"

The compatriot rolled his eyes and left the office without looking back.