Di Tian Lacks Strategy, Silver Dragon Lacks Wisdom (Part 2)

"Teacher, are you the leader of the Ten Great Fierce Beasts?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him with sparkling eyes, her tone full of anticipation, "The strongest one!"

"Uh..."

Gu Chensha looked at her starry eyes and sighed helplessly.

He disdained such empty titles ranked by humans, let alone the fact that this so-called "Ten Great Fierce Beasts" ranking was a concept that only emerged ten thousand years later.

But seeing the little girl's adoring look, he couldn't bear to pour cold water on her.

If he were to speak of strength, although he only had two hundred thousand years of cultivation and hadn't reached the thirty thousand year threshold for Fierce Beasts, how could the title "Demon Emperor" be contained by such a ranking?

Otherwise, why would so many Titled Douluo and Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts join forces to hunt him down?

When he fell, those who dared to step forward were merely taking advantage of his being pursued for dozens of days and critically injured before they dared to show themselves.

The Myriad Monster King, Scarlet King, Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, even the weakest Poison Douluo dared to join the fray.

If he truly only had this little ability, how could he be worthy of the title "Demon Spider Emperor"?

Cultivation and combat power were never the same thing.

The Star Dou Great Forest accounted for more than half of the Ten Great Fierce Beasts, but how many could withstand a single blow from him in his prime?

What's more, this ranking didn't even include sea soul beasts, making it inherently flawed.

He mentioned this name merely for convenience.

If one were to truly compare, the Scarlet King was nothing more than a wild dog, and the Bear Lord was just a stinking bear, all mere paper tigers.

As for Di Tian, ranked first...

A trace of undisguised disdain flashed in his eyes.

Which of those who could be called Fierce Beasts were not old monsters who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years?

Yet he cultivated to two hundred thousand years in five hundred years, breaking the species limit of the Man Faced Demon Spider.

Di Tian, despite possessing the bloodline of the Dark Dragon King, had lived for so many years, yet he couldn't even touch the threshold of demigod, let alone transcendence. His management of the Star Dou Great Forest was also a complete mess.

Di Tian lacked strategy, the Silver Dragon lacked wisdom.

They were merely mediocre beings with brute strength.

So he simply raised his eyes slightly and said.

"If I wanted to, this position would naturally be mine."

As his voice fell, he changed the subject and returned to the main topic.

"Alright, let's not talk about these empty titles."

"There's another crucial issue we need to consider in advance: your injuries are healing too quickly, and Martial Soul Hall will definitely become suspicious."

Zhu Zhuqing immediately put away her smile and nodded seriously.

"As for your injuries, just say that after you woke up, you encountered a passing Titled Douluo who happened to heal you, and after saving you, he left when you woke up."

Gu Chensha already had a plan, "If they ask about his appearance, say he was tall, with black hair and black eyes, and a very commanding voice."

"They will definitely press for his identity, and then you can vaguely mention that you seemed to see him use the Clear Sky Hammer."

"That hammer was entirely black, with a circle of ancient patterns coiled around the head, looking extremely heavy. You can only guess it was the Clear Sky Hammer and you don't know who that soul master was."

"Clear Sky Sect?"

Zhu Zhuqing blinked, her eyes full of confusion, "Why would you say it was someone from the Clear Sky Sect?"

"The outstanding Clear Sky Hammer, the majestic Clear Sky Sect."

Gu Chensha chuckled, "Even though the Clear Sky Sect has been in seclusion for many years, they are still the existence that Martial Soul Hall fears the most."

"Without any evidence, they absolutely wouldn't dare to verify this matter with the Clear Sky Sect."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, then asked curiously.

"Teacher, do you know someone from the Clear Sky Sect?"

"Among those who besieged me back then, there were people from the Clear Sky Sect."

Gu Chensha's tone was light, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"However, the person I'm asking you to mention is another matter."

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's increasingly curious gaze, he chuckled, "Want to know who it is?"

Zhu Zhuqing quickly nodded.

"Do you know the name of the sect leader before the last one of the Clear Sky Sect?"

Zhu Zhuqing thought for a moment and shook her head, "I only know that the current sect leader is Tang Xiao."

"It's normal not to know, after all, he's a figure from the last century."

Gu Chensha said slowly.

"His name is Tang Chen, a rare genius of the Clear Sky Sect, once known as the Clear Sky Douluo, and hailed as invincible on the human continent."

"He is a rank 99 Power Attack System Peerless Douluo, mentioned in the same breath as Qian Daoliu of Martial Soul Hall as the two pillars of the spirit master world; his name alone is enough to keep that black dragon in the Star Dou core from even daring to show its head."

His tone carried a hint of objective acknowledgment, followed immediately by a scoff.

"Di Tian won't even touch the threshold of a half-step god for nearly ten thousand years; compared to Tang Chen, he really doesn't amount to much."

"That is why I say he lacks wisdom; I haven't wronged him in the slightest."

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes widened in shock. A rank 99 Peerless Douluo! In her eyes, that was already an existence no different from a god.

Yet, Teacher actually intended to use this legendary figure as a cover?

She couldn't help but whisper her concern.

"What if... what if he actually appears?"

"Rest assured, he will not come looking for you."

Gu Chensha's tone was resolute. "He is currently unable to look after himself, trapped in a certain place, unable to even recover his own consciousness."

"Furthermore, the Clear Sky Sect has sealed its mountains for many years; no one can verify your words."

"Even if Martial Soul Hall is suspicious, they will have no evidence to investigate, and at most, they will continue to probe you based on what they already know."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, seemingly understanding, and firmly committed all the rhetoric to memory.

"Alright, it is time to rest."

Gu Chensha stood up, a faint dark-gold radiance shimmering around his body.

"Get some good rest today; I will give you a gift tomorrow."

"What gift?"

Zhu Zhuqing was immediately intrigued, her eyes lighting up once again.

"It wouldn't be interesting if I told you."

Before his voice had even faded, Gu Chensha transformed into a streak of light, gently slipping into the center of Zhu Zhuqing's brow before falling silent.

Zhu Zhuqing touched her forehead and muttered softly.

"Teacher really knows how to keep one in suspense."

The next morning, Zhu Zhuqing was awakened by the splashing sound of the hot spring water.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, immediately spotting five stone chests, each half a person tall, neatly arranged in the valley.

Wangcai was sprawled out in the hot spring, its large head resting on the edge of the pool, eyes narrowed in enjoyment, wearing a remarkably human-like, mischievous expression.

Its tail slapped the water rhythmically, and its black fur had been washed until it was sleek and glossy.

These were all things Gu Chensha had ordered Wangcai to dig up from underground throughout the night after she had fallen asleep.

To avoid waking her, Wangcai had to dig with extreme care, struggling until the early hours of the morning to finish, ending up covered in dust.

It hadn't dared to ruin the healing hot spring, so it specifically ran to a stream several miles away to wash itself clean before daring to return for a soak.

"This is..."

Zhu Zhuqing walked toward the stone chests, puzzled.

She crouched down and carefully lifted the lid of the first chest.

The next second, her eyes went round, her small mouth slightly agape, unable to close again.

The chest was lined with soft hay, and inside were neatly stacked over a dozen bones of various colors!