Chapter 245

There's a saying in this Small Mountain Village: "Spring rain is as precious as oil."

These words were not taught by Hebe, nor did Kama say them, but in the same environment, some of the same brilliance will always shine through.

In some ways, this Small Mountain Village lives a very poetic life.

Centuries have passed, and the layout of the roads in the mountain village has changed several times, but the overall arrangement has not changed much.

Hebe and Kama revisited the village and knocked on the village chief's door.

Princess Anba already showed signs of aging, opened the door and was startled when she saw Hebe's features.

"You are—"

"The old friends of this mountain village."

"Of course, it's also the name of the original owner of this house," Hebe said.

She reached out and threw the Yang Pill in her palm, which landed and transformed into a human.

Sita's illusory figure floated out and stood blankly in the home where he had grown up.

"Let's go inside and have a seat."

"Hebe said."

Princess Anba did not refuse.

After everyone was seated, she tentatively asked, "Are you Master Kama?"

Kama was following behind Hebe, looked somewhat dazed. She reached out and touched her cheek, revealing a nostalgic expression.

How did you know?

Kama asked.

"When I first came to this village, some of the elderly people still remembered you."

Princess Anba said, "They say that without you, this mountain village would become just like the towns outside, sinful and ugly."

"...Yeah."

Kama hesitated, then sighed softly.

"She is?"

Princess Anba glanced at Sita.

"Her name is Sita."

This time it was Hebe answered, "This house used to belong to the village chief, and Sita was the village chief's daughter."

Princess Anba nodded silently.

But she always Sita shouldn't be such a simple person, because the moment she saw Sita, her body and mind trembled with fear.

It seemed as if his own soul and bloodline were terrified of the girl before him.

But since Hebe had no intention of saying anything, Princess Anba wouldn't ask.

She had already realized that among these people, Hebe was the one in control.

"You're the village chief now?"

Hebe asked, holding a warm teacup.

"Just doing what I can."

Anba said shyly, "It's mainly because the villagers help each other."

"I see, that's good too. Shanwai Village doesn't need an emperor."

Hebe nodded slightly. "Speaking of which, Princess Anba, do you still hold the belief in avenging your Tianshi?"

"Ah--"

The woman, who looked middle-aged but was actually quite old, couldn't help but let out an "Ah!"

A flame flashed rapidly in her light-colored pupils—a flame of anger, revenge, and resentment, seemingly ready to burst forth from her eye sockets at any moment and completely burn away the imagined "Tianshi"!

Outside, spring rain drizzled. Inside, several people sat facing each other in Silent and Solemn.

Who exactly are you?

Princess Anba asked in a hoarse voice.

She had stayed in this village for so long, the long, peaceful time had almost veiled the anger and resentment in her heart with a thick veil.

Even she herself never told anyone about it.

"Didn't I already say? I'm just an 'old friend'."

Hebe said with a smile, "He is not only an old friend of this mountain village, but also an 'old friend' of the immortal who brought you out of the cage."

"It's you...!"

Princess Anba forced a sound out of her throat.

She finally understood why she had called out so devoutly and desperately in the wilderness.

Neither the Vedas gods nor Brahma looked down upon them.

But in the end, a celestial being came to the rescue. This was not without reason; rather, Hebe had heard his cries and sent someone to save him...

Princess Anba was filled with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow.

Hebe simply looked into her eyes. "Anba, do you still Tianshi?"

"How can I not hate what I hate?"

Princess Anba's voice was somewhat desolate, "Since you come from outside the village, you must have seen the widespread suffering in Bharata and know how those people live in pain and struggle... and I almost suffered the same fate."

After saying that, Princess Anba smiled somewhat bitterly, "In your eyes, I must be a vicious person."

"No, what I mean is, you certainly have the right to hate and seek revenge."

Hebe shook his head. "I will not discuss the Dharma with you, nor will I speak of the Vedas. I only want to know if you still harbor hatred in your heart and are willing to stain your hands with blood again."

"Do you want me to kill Tianshi?"

"No, it is the root cause of all this suffering."

"That is Tianshi."

Princess Anba said firmly.

Hebe smiled noncommittally, "You can start training again, but before you step back onto the battlefield, you'd better settle things in Shanwai Village."

"That's natural."

Princess Anba said seriously, "Even if you don't look me in the eye, I will still do this."

Over the years, she has come to regard this village as her most precious treasure.

Even if it means leaving the mountain village for revenge, Princess Anba will not allow anyone to destroy it.

But after she finished speaking, Princess Anba had even more questions in her mind. For example, the identity of the previous village chief (which was still Sita hinting at Sita's background), and the origin of the village's name, etc.

Hebe put down her teacup and smiled.

She reached out and beckoned, and Sita's phantom vanished, returning to the Yin-Yang Twin Pills in her palm.

Kama stood up, took Karna's hand, and walked out the door.

Hebe's voice slowly rang in Princess Anba's ears.

"In this mountain village, her name is Sita."

"Outside this mountain village, on the Bharata, her name is Rama."

The girl took a few steps, then turned back at the doorway, looking at the stiff Princess Anba and chuckled softly.

"As for the origin of the name of this mountain village..."

"It's because there used to be a Fangcun Mountain here."

Using Shanwaicun as the final stop on the educational study tour was very effective.

Karna was deep in thought on their way back.

Hebe and Kama did not disturb her thoughts. Whether as an ordinary person or a heroic demigod on the Path of Ascension, such contemplation and transformation are essential.

On her way back to Pelican Town, Hebe happened to run into Drona was returning empty-handed.

"Master!"

Drona dismounted and strode over.

He bowed deeply when he was still ten meters away from Hebe.

"Master Drona, your reputation is known throughout the entire Kuru Dynasty."

Hebe went over and helped him up, saying, "You are now the National Teacher of Kuru, so there's no need for such formalities."

"No, without your guidance and assistance, how could I be where I am today?"

Drona then explained his purpose for coming.

"Oh?"

Just as Drona had predicted, Hebe's face showed no joy, remaining as indifferent as ever.

If Arjuna and the others were to see this, they would be utterly shocked.

After this period of fermentation, Drona's reputation and power have spread far and wide. Various factions that were originally disloyal have all cursed him after hearing that Drona had joined the club.

Damn it, the Tianshi alone was already a headache enough.

Now let's have another one, Drona, who is no less than the Tianshi!

Your Kuru Dynasty has some good ancestors who really exerted their power in the Snow Mountain Pure Land, right?

Various lords and nobles vied to send their disciples to Drona's tutelage. However, Drona was keenly aware of the origins of his status, and he rejected the sons of many lords, selecting only a select few as his nominal disciples. This rigorous selection process did not alienate the lords; on the contrary, it made them even more appreciative of Drona's abilities.

As Hebe once said, the best way for a Brahmin to establish his authority is to step on the heads of Kshatriya.

Of course, if you happen to step on a ruthless character like the Immortal Zhongyou, the consequences are hard to predict.

In short, being a disciple of Drona is currently the most sought-after path to advancement.

But Drona was uneasy, because he didn't know if Hebe would agree.

"I don't care."

Hebe said, "But the key is still Karna himself."

"As long as you agree."

Drona raised a finger. "I, Drona, swear that I will pass on my mantle and all my skills to—"

"No need to swear an oath."

Hebe blinked, and Drona was unable to make a sound.

"Master, I don't understand."

After trying several times, Drona clasped his hands together in frustration, "Why won't you let me make a vow?"

"Because I'm afraid you'll regret it in the future."

Hebe said calmly, "Master Drona, Karna is a girl."

"It's nothing, it's just him—hmm?"

Drona was shocked. "Karna is a girl?!"

Chapter 306 Let's use joint locks on the baby.

As mentioned in the preface, whether in Lostbelt or later, the status of women in Bharata was extremely polarized.

In the relatively affluent South Bharata of later generations, women were able to freely expose their calves and arms, enter higher education institutions, and even potentially become government officials.

In North Bharata, the situation is quite the opposite.