I Have A Disciple Simulator

Chapter 903: Chapter 578: The Qing Emperor’s Cultivation Technique! (4K)_2

“May I have the honor of knowing the Princess’s name?”

Since the other party wished to befriend him, Lu Changsheng deemed it necessary to at least know her name. Otherwise, it would be too distant for friends.

“My name is Yao Yusheng.”

The Princess was thrilled, seeing that bestowing a treasure had been worthwhile.

However, upon further thought, she realized that it has always been others who sought her favor. Why was it that this time, she was the one courting favor from someone else? Moreover, the other party merely asked for her name, was there a need for such excitement?

At the Ziyang Academy’s meeting venue, the Third Prince came to the seat reserved for Ziyang Academy to pay a visit to Mo Huazhi: “Miss Mo, this is the Nanshan’s Cold Jade discovered by my house guest at the Qing Emperor’s Mausoleum. It can stabilize the mind and prevent one from becoming possessed by deviant energies during cultivation. I hope Miss Mo will kindly accept it.”

The Third Prince presented a piece of valuable cold jade with both hands in a flattering manner.

However, Mo Huazhi was expressionless: “I appreciate the kind intentions of the Third Prince, but I cannot accept a reward without any service rendered. Please take it back.”

She was a disciple of both Master and Lu Changsheng, both of whom had bestowed her with numerous treasures; she really was not in want of such items. Even though Nanshan’s Cold Jade was rare, she already had some.

Accepting the Third Prince’s gift would incur obligations and leave her beholden to others.

Mo Huazhi was no longer the naïve girl whom the Young Sect Leader of the Joyous Union Sect had once deceived. Having practiced cultivation for many years, she could clearly perceive the Third Prince’s motives.

After the Third Prince’s attempts at gifting failed, he concealed the trace of annoyance in his eyes, barely managing a smile: “After the conclusion of the Confucian Sect conference, would Miss Mo honor me with your presence at my residence for a meal? I will definitely prepare the finest delicacies to entertain Miss Mo.”

“The Third Prince need not trouble himself. I have reunited with my former master, and I wish to have a good catch-up after the Confucian Sect conference ends. I won’t be able to spare the time, so there’s no need for the Third Prince to go to such expenses.”

Mo Huazhi did not show the slightest interest in him.

With a clenched fist in the sleeve of his robe, the Third Prince still said with a smile: “Indeed, it is understandable. Miss Mo and your long-lost master should indeed have a good talk after so many years. Your company can be sought at another time.”

With that, the Third Prince took his leave.

But once he turned around, the Third Prince’s countenance turned terribly dark.

The masters of Mo Huazhi were dragons among men; her standards were high. She wouldn’t grovel before the Third Prince just because of his status in the Immortal Dynasty.

On the contrary, as a direct disciple of Master, Mo Huazhi held a status even higher than the Third Prince.

Mo Huazhi’s first master, Lu Changsheng, was also the Holy Son of Mount Taihua Sacred Land. With such a connection, the Third Prince was even less comparable to Mo Huazhi.

While the Holy Maidens of some sects in the Immortal Dynasty threw themselves at the Third Prince, Mo Huazhi had no such need.

In comparison with Lu Changsheng, the Third Prince paled even more.

Whether in terms of talent or appearance, he lost to her.

“It seems I can only use the method taught by my master. Once the uncooked rice is made into cooked rice, she will have no choice but to obediently follow me,” the Third Prince thought.

Returning to his seat, he plotted his future moves.

The Ninth Prince scoffed at him from the side: “Third Brother, being rebuffed is unpleasant, isn’t it? Do you now understand how I feel? I’ve used no less than a hundred thousand years, yet I’m unable to win over the Holy Maiden of Ziyang Academy.”

With a passionless face, the Third Prince retorted: “You useless waste, don’t compare your failure to me.”

“You…”

“Do not fight in the same room,” the Crown Prince intervened upon seeing the two brothers arguing.

“It seems that within the Immortal Dynasty, the struggle among the nine princes for the throne is not stable.”

The South Foot Academy, where the child-faced, crane-haired Nanhua Duke observed the subtle movements among the members of the royal family of the Immortal Dynasty. He knew that these princes did not respect each other and were all vying for the position of the Crown Prince.

However, the internal affairs of the Immortal Dynasty had no bearing on the South Foot Academy, located in the southern part of the Immortal Realm.

“Master, I have an uneasy premonition.”

Next to Nanhua Duke, a disciple dressed in a Scholar’s outfit and displaying a gentle demeanor expressed his inner unease.

Xie Wenyun, one of the four great talents of the Confucian Sect, was also Mo Huazhi’s next opponent.

Nanhua Duke raised an eyebrow: “You’ve noticed it too?”

“Yes. Aside from the Nine Great Confucian Sects, this Confucian Sect conference seems to be shrouded in an eerie aura. But, I can’t pinpoint what it is,” his disciple said.

Xie Wenyun surveyed the bustling venue of the Confucian Sect conference, unable to discern from which direction the threat might come.

Almost all the great Confucians from various Confucian Sects in the Immortal Realm were gathered there, along with some Loose Cultivator Confucians who had established schools in Cave Heaven Blessed Lands. The total number of attendees was no less than a million. Apart from the prominent Nine Great Confucian Sects and the Immortal Dynasty, other powers were relatively weak.

Even in the Mount Taihua Sacred Land, the strongest who came was merely the Taihua Holy Son of the ninth-rank Divine King Realm.

Although Lu Changsheng’s aptitude is terrifying, after all, he is just a ninth-rank Divine King. In front of masters like Master, Duke Huanglong, Nanhua Duke, Yi’an, and the Pale-faced Scholar, among other Confucian Cultivators, he wouldn’t be able to withstand a single blow.

Even the Crown Prince and Princess of the Immortal Dynasty have higher cultivation levels than Lu Changsheng.

Therefore, Mount Taihua Sacred Land is not the source of unease.

“Master, have you learned something?”

Xie Wenyun thought his cultivation was shallow, so he inquired of his mentor, Nanhua Duke.

Nanhua Duke is one of the Saints of South Foot Academy, a leading figure in the Confucian Sects in the southern part of the Immortal Realm. He should have perceived more.

Nanhua Duke spoke slowly, “Some time ago, the Heavenly Emperor summoned all the major Daoist Sects and Immortal Dynasties to convene a meeting of the Heavenly Court, but the Buddhist Sect and Confucian Sect were missing. It is rumored that the Heavenly Court assembly is in response to the Demon Realm, a continuation of the conflict between the Ancient Celestial Court and the Demon Sect, and it’s possible that the Demon Realm will interfere with this Confucian Sects’ assembly…”

“We, the Confucian Sects, have no grudges with the Demon Realm; why would they target the Nine Great Confucian Sects?”

“I do not know the answer to that, let’s just wait and see how things unfold,” said the Master.

Nanhua Duke floated aloofly in mid-air, expressionless, but his Divine Sense had already covered the entire venue of the Confucian Sects’ assembly.

Masters like Master, Duke Huanglong, the Pale-faced Scholar, and Yi’an, other strong Confucian Cultivators, had a change in their expressions.

“It seems that old fellow Nanhua Duke has sensed something.”

Duke Huanglong plugged his wine gourd with a wooden stopper and hung it at his waist.

Zhuo Xiangren, who was beside him, asked in confusion, “Master, why have you stopped drinking?”

“Have you not felt that something is off?”

Duke Huanglong’s turbid eyes gradually sharpened.

“Something off? What’s wrong here?”

Zhuo Xiangren scratched his head. The venue of the Confucian Sects’ assembly was bustling, with the major Confucian Sects visiting and greeting each other and taking a short rest. Soon, four Confucian geniuses selected by the Nine Great Confucian Sects would compete for the chief position. What could be wrong?

Duke Huanglong rolled his eyes, “A block of rotten wood cannot be carved.”

“…”

Zhuo Xiangren felt aggrieved.

After all, he is a greatly accomplished Divine King-level Great Confucian of Tianming Academy, not far from becoming a Saint, or at least it wasn’t an unreachable goal.

How did he become rotten wood?

“Disciple, this is a talisman I’ve crafted for you to protect yourself,”

The gentle-looking Yi’an of Menghua Academy bestowed three immortal Confucian talismans to her disciple, Xiaoxin.

“Master, why?” asked Xiaoxin, puzzled.

She had already been defeated by Xia Zi’an of Bailu Academy, and now these talismans from her master seemed to have no use for her.

“Just take them, you’ll find a use for them soon enough.”

Yi’an was a delicate lady, evoking feelings of compassion.

Nevertheless, she was among the top hundred geniuses on the Divine King Ranking, only one step away from saint-hood.

Lin Qingzhi, Lu Changsheng’s Chief Senior Disciple, was troubled by dealing with the Great Confucians who came to meet Lu Changsheng as his expression subtly changed.

Having followed Lu Changsheng in cultivation for many years, Lin Qingzhi had inherited his master’s steady character and sense of danger. He had begun to vaguely perceive something.

“Gentlemen, the competition among the Confucian Sect disciples is about to resume. Please return to your seats. After the conclusion of the assembly, you may come to meet him,” said Lin Qingzhi.

Realizing the potential danger, he did not wish to entangle with these Great Confucians any longer.

These Confucians, all eloquent and seeking an audience with Lu Changsheng, were hard for the usually reticent Lin Qingzhi to outtalk.

The assembly of Confucians reluctantly left, returning to their respective seats.

Having a word with the Taihua Holy Son was too difficult.

After these Confucians left, a figure appeared on the seat of Lu Changsheng; he had returned.