Chapter 217: Chapter 214: Cultivation Room Disturbance (Part 2)
The King of Kaosan’s clan was the most unique existence at the very peak of power in the Mountain and Sea Empire.
They ranked first among the Six Great Clans, a position they had held unshakeably since the founding of the Mountain and Sea Empire.
Unlike the two generals and three grand ministers, the King of Kaosan’s clan passed down its title through a single line of succession. Each generation produced only one King of Kaosan.
So how did the King of Kaosan’s clan manage to hold so firmly to the number one spot?
It was because the King of Kaosan not only possessed transcendent strength himself, but he also commanded a group of powerful and absolutely loyal Death Warriors.
Death Warriors who belonged exclusively to the King of Kaosan!
Other than the King of Kaosan himself, no one knew the exact number of these Death Warriors, the specifics of their Cultivation and strength, or where they were stationed.
Not even the Zhu Family, which was in charge of intelligence, had any knowledge of them.
The public only knew one thing: in the Mountain and Sea Empire, anyone the King of Kaosan wanted dead would never live to see the next day.
Most importantly, the King of Kaosan wielded the absolute power of life and death, with the authority to execute first and report afterward.
He answered only to the current His Holiness, and only His Holiness had the authority to command him. He was Li Shimu’s absolute confidant.
The relationship between the two could be described this way:
Even if the King of Kaosan were to kill Li Shimu’s son, Li Shimu would not utter a single word of blame. Likewise, if Li Shimu ordered the King of Kaosan to die, the King would, without a second thought, immediately sever his own head and present it before him.
No one knew why the Royal Family placed such immense trust in the King of Kaosan.
And no one knew why the King of Kaosan was so loyal to the Royal Family.
This was one of the greatest secrets of the Mountain and Sea Empire.
At that moment, the Young Prince of Kaosan—Li Yuanhao, the only son of the current King of Kaosan—was walking alone out of the Imperial Academy.
The King of Kaosan had sent him a message, ordering him to return to the Prince’s Mansion before dark for a matter of great importance.
Li Yuanhao dared not delay and started heading back to the Prince’s Mansion ahead of schedule.
But just then, he sensed that the restrictive seal he had placed on his Fighting Cultivation Room had been triggered.
This meant someone had entered his Cultivation Room without permission.
Li Yuanhao was a severe germaphobe and detested it when others touched his things without permission.
To him, this was even more repulsive than someone pointing a finger in his face and cursing him.
"Damn it! Who is it?!"
Li Yuanhao spun around without hesitation and shot toward the Fighting Cultivation Room. He was determined to teach this person a lesson they would never forget. At the same time, he would make his stance clear to everyone else: what belongs to Li Yuanhao is inviolable!
「At the same time, within the Prince’s Mansion.」
The King of Kaosan was continuously replaying his battle with Mo Qi in his mind.
The more he savored the memory, the more his admiration for Mo Qi grew.
’A genius! A genius beyond the reach of even gods and demons!’
’I have always been proud, believing that within the Empire, in all the world, no one’s talent could surpass my own. Now it seems I was just a frog in a well.’
’That boy Yuanhao is even more arrogant than I am. If I let him continue down this path, he’s bound to suffer a great loss in the future.’
’This is the perfect opportunity. I’ll call him back and invite the Blessed One to the mansion. It’s time Yuanhao learned that there’s always someone better!’
...
Mu Xue felt that ever since she met Niu Kexin, nothing had been going her way.
First, a large portion of Mu Kongfu’s fatherly affection had been diverted. Then, her own foolish brother, Mu He, had become bewitched by Niu Kexin, always speaking up for her while disregarding his own sister.
Then there was the time they went to pick a Treasure from Mu Kongfu’s treasury. The newcomer Niu Kexin had acted even more experienced than she did, immediately picking out an amazing item that even Mu Xue herself had never seen before.
And finally, there was the matter of Liu Hong and his grandson, a pair whom even great figures of the Empire like Li Shimu had to treat with caution. Niu Kexin, it turned out, was an old acquaintance of theirs, and they were incredibly close.
Whenever she recalled how she used to think of Niu Kexin as some country bumpkin from a backwater town, Mu Xue’s face would burn with shame.
The girl was just being low-key, but it had made Mu Xue look like a complete fool.
This left her feeling extremely frustrated.
At this very moment, she received a message from her best friend, who told her that a man had appeared in the female cultivators’ residential area at the Imperial Academy!
At the Imperial Academy, the residential areas for male and female cultivators were separate and located far apart from each other.
Female cultivators could come and go from the men’s residential area as they pleased, but male cultivators were forbidden from entering the women’s.
As for why, the reason was simple. The Imperial Consort of the founding emperor was one of the founders of the Imperial Academy, as well as its first Headmaster.
The rule had come directly from her. Although it was never formally written into the Imperial Academy’s regulations, it had been passed down through the years as a tradition out of respect for the Imperial Consort.
Ordinarily, even if a male cultivator accidentally wandered into the women’s residential area, it wouldn’t be a big deal as long as he didn’t cause any trouble.
But Mu Xue was full of pent-up anger with nowhere to vent it, so she headed straight there.
...
Inside the Cultivation Room, Mo Qi was locked in an intense battle with a Fighting Puppet.
Mo Qi had never systematically learned how to fight, nor had he studied any combat skills. He had no experience with so-called Fist Techniques, Palm Techniques, Leg Techniques, Body Techniques, or anything of the sort.
In all his past fights, apart from using a cleaver and his Fire Stick, he had relied entirely on his reaction speed, countering moves as they came.
This method was great for crushing weaklings, but he would be at a huge disadvantage against a true expert.
Combat skills were different from Martial Techniques.
Once a Martial Technique was mastered, it could be unleashed without much thought. As long as one’s True Essence didn’t run out and one’s Divine Sense remained, it could be used continuously.
Combat skills, however, were different. Simply put, they were for close-quarters fighting.
Mo Qi firmly believed that when facing an enemy of similar Cultivation, close-quarters combat was essential. He couldn’t always expect to kill his opponent with a single slap.
The best way to hone combat skills was undoubtedly through real battle.
Experience was always the best teacher.
Therefore, Mo Qi had to do more than just block the Puppet’s attacks. More importantly, he had to learn its combat skills and make them his own.
Only after building a solid enough foundation could he begin to incorporate his own understanding as he saw fit.
Just as he and the Fighting Puppet were at the height of their battle, the door to the Cultivation Room emitted a special, low hum, alerting Mo Qi that someone was outside. Simultaneously, the Fighting Puppet automatically stopped its attacks and retreated to the side.
This was a very thoughtful design feature of the Imperial Academy. Inside a Cultivation Room, one didn’t have to worry about being startled and making a mistake that could lead to injury.
’He’s here already?’
Mo Qi now had only one choice: let the challenger in and decide ownership of the Cultivation Room through battle.
This was a unique rule for these special-access Cultivation Rooms.
Mo Qi didn’t hesitate. He opened the door, and a young man in his early twenties walked in, his face cold as ice.
Who else could it be but Li Yuanhao!
The doorway was packed with onlookers, all of whom looked at Mo Qi with pity.
BOOM!
The moment Li Yuanhao stepped into the Cultivation Room, the door slammed shut, blocking the onlookers from view.
Inside the Cultivation Room, Mo Qi’s expression was calm, while Li Yuanhao’s face was grim.
"Who are you? And what gives you the right to use my, Li Yuanhao’s, Cultivation Room?"
"Li Yuanhao?"
’His surname is Li?’
’Could he be from the Royal Family?’
The name sounded very familiar to Mo Qi. He quickly sent a wisp of his Spiritual Power into his Jade Ring tattoo to search for information.
Soon, his expression turned strange.
"You’re the Young Prince of Kaosan?"
Li Yuanhao sneered arrogantly. "That’s right! Now, will you admit your mistake, or will you fight me? If you admit your mistake, then cripple your own Cultivation and get out. If you choose to fight... well, come on then. But I should warn you, your fate will be far worse!"
Mo Qi felt not a single ripple of emotion. He almost wanted to laugh.
He waved his hand. "Alright, that’s enough. Stop posturing in front of me. Contact your father. Tell him my name is Qin Daye. After that, you’ll know what to do."
