Rainbow Continent Arc

At his waist, feeling Qin Yi gently wrap an arm around him, Qin Rong's lips curled into a smile of certain victory.

Rainbow Continent was a place where strength reigned supreme, and moral restraints were comparatively much weaker. After a few hundred or thousand years had passed, who would still care that they were brothers...

For instance, Ying Zheng and Fusu; Liu Che and Liu Ju...

Above them, the starlight in the night sky grew ever more dazzling...

Author's note: This chapter counted as a light confession.

☆, Chapter 37: The Strange School

Rainbow Continent Arc

"Qin Yi, how did you sleep last night?" Early the next morning, Qin Yi had just gotten out of bed when he saw Fusu standing outside the room in a black robe, looking at him gently. Perhaps because Qin Yi was the first descendant he had met, or perhaps because they simply clicked, Fusu took especially good care of him.

"Not bad!" Qin Yi scratched his head, dark circles beneath his eyes. In truth, because of what Qin Rong had said, he had barely slept at all.

"That's good!" Fusu smiled and nodded at Qin Yi.

Everything was new in a new environment. Having just arrived, he must have felt rather uncomfortable, right? Thinking this, Fusu said, "If you have any requests, you can tell me."

"Um..." Qin Yi suddenly thought of something and said, "My brother and I have been figuring out cultivation on our own. If possible, could Your Highness the Crown Prince find us a master?"

Fusu looked at Qin Yi in surprise. Qin Yi was one thing, but Qin Rong... he should already have reached that realm, shouldn't he? If he had figured it out entirely by himself, then his talent was truly formidable!

Fusu's eyes flickered. After pondering briefly, he said, "Given your current situation, it seems you already possess cultivation techniques. Otherwise, entering the Royal Academy would not be a bad choice."

The so-called Royal Academy was an academy only those with imperial bloodlines or the children of prominent court officials could attend. Some exceptionally gifted commoners could enter as well. However, cultivators mostly relied on bloodline inheritances and financial resources, so while there were common-born students, they were not numerous.

"Then let us enter the academy!" He and Qin Rong cultivated the Dragon-Controlling Art that Andre had somehow scavenged up from who knew where. He had been practicing in a muddled fashion, but he was fine—so long as Andre leveled up, he automatically leveled up as well. Yet for Qin Rong to keep feeling his way forward alone was far too wasteful. Besides, the Dragon-Controlling Art had the word "dragon" in it, so it should probably be similar to the Ying clan's True Dragon Art!

Qin Yi thought irresponsibly.

"Um..." Fusu seemed to think of something, and a flush suddenly spread across his jade-like face.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Qin Yi asked, blinking.

"If you do not mind, I can be your master." Fusu spoke somewhat shyly.

"..." Qin Yi suddenly felt as if a pie had fallen from the heavens and smashed him full in the head.

"What, you don't want to?" Seeing Qin Yi's stunned expression, a trace of disappointment flashed through Fusu's eyes. "If you don't want to, then forget it. I'll help you—"

"I do!" Qin Yi's voice even turned shrill from sheer excitement. This was the legendary act of clinging to a golden thigh! Who was Fusu? Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng's lover and son. Who was Qin Shi Huang? If you did not know, you might as well go die. So, with such a pie smashing down onto his head, anyone unwilling to accept it might as well go die.

"Master above, please accept this bow from your disciple." Qin Yi promptly and decisively kowtowed to Fusu.

"Get up, quickly, get up!" Once Qin Yi had finished kowtowing, Fusu helped him up with a beaming smile. He felt that his relationship with Qin Yi had become even closer. Still smiling, Fusu took a glittering golden vest from his storage pouch. "This is Soft Gold Armor, a high-grade defensive spirit artifact. Wear it, and it can withstand attacks below the Golden Immortal realm."

This badass? Qin Yi curiously took it and examined it over and over. Without standing on ceremony, he said, "Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome!" Fusu smiled and patted Qin Yi's head.

"Oh, right, Master, this is my gift for becoming your disciple." As Qin Yi spoke, he smilingly took a fruit from his space. He had just extorted it from Andre. Though he did not know what kind of fruit it was, seeing Andre's pained expression told him that it was definitely no ordinary fruit.

"What gift for becoming my disciple? You're such a child." Fusu shook his head with amused helplessness. Yet when the fruit landed in his hand, even the well-traveled Fusu could not help staring in stunned disbelief. "A Divine Fruit of Crossing Calamity—it is actually a Divine Fruit of Crossing Calamity!"

"Hehe, just a little gift. Please accept it." Qin Yi cupped his hands in mock solemnity.

"This is no little gift." Fusu's eyes practically shone. "This is a Divine Fruit of Crossing Calamity!"

"What is a Divine Fruit of Crossing Calamity?" Seeing this, Qin Yi secretly asked Andre within the space.

"Of course it's good stuff, a treasure even gods dream of obtaining!" Andre said impatiently. He had been careless, truly careless. Qin Yi and Fusu had been talking, so he had thought they would not notice him. Only then had he taken out the newly ripened Divine Fruit of Crossing Calamity to admire it. Who could have known that the instant it appeared in his hand, Qin Yi's consciousness would enter and extort it away? Wuwu, a Divine Fruit of Crossing Calamity that bore fruit only once every hundred thousand years, and one was gone just like that!

"What exactly does it do? Look how much it hurts you to lose it!" Qin Yi asked weakly and guiltily.

"For gods, the Divine Fruit of Crossing Calamity is the most delicious food. Not only does it contain immense divine power, everyone who consumes it can comprehend the laws without exception. For these cultivators and even immortals, however, its effect is this—it allows all who consume it to enter the God Realm as naturally as water flowing into a channel. They will absolutely never encounter any bottlenecks or the terrifying Five Declines of Heaven and Man. Of course, in our terms, it means you will absolutely never encounter the Twilight of the Gods." The more Andre spoke, the angrier he became. "Such a good thing, and you just casually gave it away!"

"Hehe, don't be angry!" Qin Yi carefully tried to soothe him. "Don't you still have some?"

"Fortunately, the Divine Calamity Tree bore ten fruits this time. Otherwise, I wouldn't even have a place to cry." Andre said with his brows raised and eyes glaring.

"Oh, so there are still nine left!" Hearing this, Qin Yi's eyes rolled and rolled. "Um... Andre, can we discuss something?"

"What is it!" Andre asked stiffly.

"Could you give me two more Divine Fruits of Crossing Calamity?" Qin Yi asked cautiously.

"..."

"Andre?"

"..."

"Andre?"

"..."

"Andre?"

"Get the hell out!" With an explosive roar, Qin Yi's consciousness was violently kicked out of the space by Andre.

Touching his nose, Qin Yi looked at the wildly excited Fusu before him and said, "Master, I'm so bored! Could you take my brother and me to the Royal Academy for a look?"

There were all people their age there. It should be more fun, right?

"Um..." Fusu suddenly blushed slightly as he said to Qin Yi, "Could I first deliver the Divine Fruit of Crossing Calamity to Father Emperor?"

Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng was only a single step away from entering the God Realm. Fusu believed that if his father consumed the divine fruit, he would definitely be able to break into the God Stage.

"Of course you can!" Qin Yi said with a smile.

Not even taking the time to say goodbye to Qin Yi, Fusu immediately cradled the Divine Fruit of Crossing Calamity and flew toward the imperial palace...

Three hours later, Fusu hurriedly reappeared before Qin Yi. His eyes rippled, spring intoxication clouding them, while his entire body exuded an enchanting allure. Having experienced the affairs of the world in his previous life, Qin Yi naturally understood what had happened to Fusu. He could not help chuckling to himself.

"What are you laughing at?" Fusu asked somewhat uneasily. Before Qin Yi could reply, he immediately said, "Father Emperor said that since he has accepted your Divine Fruit of Crossing Calamity, he naturally cannot accept it for nothing. He plans to have you and Qin Rong move into the imperial palace to live with us. That way, he can guide you from time to time when he is free."

Live with Qin Shi Huang? Startled by Fusu's suggestion, Qin Yi said dryly, "Let's forget that! His Majesty the First Emperor handles ten thousand affairs every day. How could it be good if we disturbed him? Um, Master, didn't you say you would take me to see the Royal Academy? Let's go there first!"

"What is there to see at the Royal Academy? How could it compare to Father Emperor personally guiding you? You should know that Father Emperor is the foremost person on Rainbow Continent. No one possesses deeper or broader knowledge than he does." Fusu was somewhat puzzled.

Hearing Fusu say this, Qin Yi's heart stirred. Though he did not wish to face Qin Shi Huang, the First Emperor's abilities were plain for all to see. If he gave his brother some guidance...

But thinking of Qin Shi Huang's cold, stern face, Qin Yi still shuddered. "Um, I just feel bored. There are lots of students at the Royal Academy! I'd have companions there!"

"Very well, then!" Seeing that Qin Yi insisted, Fusu no longer tried to persuade him. Qin Yi and Qin Rong had already become his disciples, so if they encountered any cultivation problems, he—and even Father Emperor—would not stand by with folded arms. Thinking it over, whether Qin Yi stayed in the imperial palace was not so important after all. Children liked lively places, so he would let them play at the Royal Academy first. When they grew tired of it, they could return to the palace.

"If you encounter any problems, remember to come back and find me." Fusu had finally gained a disciple and had already been delighted. Now that he had accepted such a great favor from him, he felt even more embarrassed. He fussed over them with instructions for a long while. Then, after silently summoning him in his heart, General Meng Yi sprang out from some unknown corner.

"I must trouble General Meng to send Qin Yi and the other one to the Royal Academy." Fusu said warmly.

"As commanded!" Meng Yi clasped his fists. "What identities shall they use?"

"My disciples—"

"Any insignificant identity will do!" Qin Yi cut in, then said to Fusu, "Master, people get along best when their status is equal. If they learn I am your disciple, everyone will just flatter and fawn over me. What fun would there be in that?"

"..." Fusu furrowed his brow and considered it for a moment before saying, "Then use the identity of a collateral branch of the Ying clan!"

If they used the direct line, it would be far too conspicuous. Anyone with eyes would immediately see through it.

Wouldn't that mean changing their names to Ying Rong and Ying Yi? Ugly as hell. Qin Yi thought with a dark expression. "No need. We'll just be called Qin Rong and Qin Yi! I think those names are quite good!"

"Very well!" Fusu glanced at Qin Yi and nodded. "Then it shall be so. I leave them to you, General Meng."

Qin Yi immediately notified Qin Rong. Qin Rong had just circulated the Dragon-Controlling Art that morning. Hearing Qin Yi's summons, he came over at once. After the two bid farewell to Fusu, they followed the expressionless Meng Yi away.

The moment they left the imperial palace, Meng Yi grabbed Qin Rong and Qin Yi and flew on his sword. In mere moments, they arrived at the Royal Academy. They went straight to the headmaster's office, where Meng Yi kicked the door open with a bang. Then, with a cold expression, he said to the young man sprawled on the desk in a sleepy haze, "I'm delivering two students."

"Huh?" The man lying on the desk stared blankly with wide eyes. He looked at Qin Rong and Qin Yi, then shifted his gaze to Meng Yi's face. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "It's little Yi-Yi! Have you finally missed me?"

Little Yi-Yi...

Qin Yi fell silent. He finally understood why Meng Yi's expression was so icy. No seven-foot-tall man would be too happy about something like this.