The three arrived in Spirit City. As the royal capital of the Miling Kingdom, it was not as chaotic as other places. This was all the National Preceptor's doing, meant to deceive the king.
As long as the Royal City was made prosperous, the king living there would believe every other place was just as good. He would regard the National Preceptor as a god and revere him deeply.
"Excuse me, where is the academy for women's cultivation?" Uchiha Shin stopped a passerby and asked.
"It's in the western part of the city. The red-walled building across the street from the National Preceptor's residence is it."
The three arrived at this so-called cultivation academy. Red gates, deep red walls—everything was red, painfully eye-catching.
Above the gates hung a plaque: Miling Women's Cultivation Academy. Two male guards stood before the entrance, tall and burly, like guardian gods.
Across the street north of the academy stood the National Preceptor's residence. National Preceptor Dragon was seated in the main hall, having already learned of Uchiha Shin and the others' arrival.
He had originally intended for Yellow Brow to stop the three, but Yellow Brow had run into trouble. Just as he was about to send someone else, he discovered that the Barefoot Immortal of the Celestial Court had appeared near Spirit City. National Preceptor Dragon could only retreat for the moment.
Though National Preceptor Dragon's backing was not weak, the Barefoot Immortal was, after all, a great god of the heavens. If matters escalated and the truth was exposed, spreading throughout the Three Realms, even those behind him would have no choice but to punish him.
"Jin Ling, what are those three doing now?" National Preceptor Dragon asked the woman in red as she entered.
The woman wore a red veil, red robes,