"Any discoveries?"
In the mountains, an old man in a blue robe asked an old man in black opposite him, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
These two were two of the eight patriarchs of Confucian School. After Wang Hao left, they followed the direction he had last looked in to search for him.
According to the other party, the mysterious person watching the battle from the mountaintop was likely a descendant of the overseas martial arts Little Sage Manor. Only Little Sage Manor, which shared the same origin, could be worthy of being the one Wang Hao described as taking the blame for their Confucian School.
They searched for a whole day and night, but found nothing.
The other martial arts masters who followed also found nothing and soon left. However, this person was of great importance to their Confucian School, so the two of them did not give up and continued to search the vicinity.
Only the people of the Overseas Martial Arts Little Sage Manor can resolve their perilous situation; they are their only hope and cannot afford to give up.
The old man in black shook his head slightly, his expression also quite unpleasant, clearly having gained nothing as well.
"Rumble..."
Just as the old man in the green robe was about to say something in thanks, a slight rumbling sound suddenly came from the depths of the western mountains. The two exchanged a glance, their faces beaming with joy, and rushed toward the direction from which the sound came.
"This is..."
The two arrived at the source of the commotion, but were shocked by what they saw.
This is a canyon surrounded by solid rock cliffs, but most of the rock cliffs inside have collapsed and crumbled, covered with hideous and terrifying sword marks. It is clearly a battlefield where terrifying beings are fighting.
"It's that scoundrel Wang Hao!"
The old man in black stared at the huge sword mark for a long time, finally confirming that it was Wang Hao who had made the cut, and a trace of the opponent's sword energy still remained on it.
This discovery surprised and alarmed the two, who rushed into the valley to search. They eventually came to a large pit where a naked man covered in wounds was lying inside.
"It's the aura of my Confucian School martial arts!"
Sensing the same cultivation technique originating from the same source within the man's body, the old man in the blue robe was almost overjoyed to tears.
He was certain that their Central Plains Confucian School had no such young Xiantian Grandmaster. Since he wasn't from the Central Plains, he could only be from the Little Sage Manor in the overseas martial arts world.
This is the person they've been waiting for!
"He can still be saved! We need to get him back as soon as possible!"
The old man in black jumped into the pit, and after confirming that the man was not in any danger, he quickly carried him on his back. The old man in green also took off his own coat and draped it over the man.
The two cautiously and hastily made their way to the nearest Confucian School stronghold to meet up with the other patriarchs.
This is not something that the two of them can decide on their own; everyone needs to be gathered together.
Soon the two returned to their lair, and all the Confucian School patriarchs, upon hearing the news, dropped what they were doing and rushed over. Even the two who were seriously injured shouted for someone to carry them over.
The man who was carried back was treated by a Confucian School physician, and his body was wrapped up like a mummy.
"Is he awake?"
When the physicians who had come to treat him emerged from the room, the Confucian School patriarchs rushed forward to inquire anxiously.
That was their only hope, and they couldn't afford to let it slip even slightly.
"The injuries have been treated, and he should be fully recovered in a year at most. As for when he will wake up, I don't know..."
The elderly physician at the head of the group shook his head slightly, but before he could finish speaking, the Confucian School patriarchs seemed to sense something, forcibly broke through the door and rushed in, only to witness an embarrassing scene.
A mummy covered in bandages was struggling to climb out of the window behind it, but its left leg bone was almost completely shattered, and it was stuck in the window and unable to move forward or backward.
When the mummy saw the Confucian School patriarchs who had barged in, its eyes widened as if it had seen something terrifying. Ignoring the injury to its left leg, it rolled away.
Fifteen minutes later, the mummy was carried back to the bed. The remaining old doctors treated its injuries once more before leaving.
At this moment, only the mummy and the eight Confucian School patriarchs remained in the room, the nine people staring at each other in disbelief.
"Are you a descendant of the Little Sage Manor?"
The Confucian School patriarch at the head of the group broke the silence first, asking kindly, his old face beaming with a smile.
There was no other way; this was where their Confucian School hopes lay, so they couldn't be careless and naturally had to be more polite.
The mummy, as if resigned to its fate, lay down on the bed, utterly despondent.
"What are you bastards doing bringing me here? I, Jing Tianming, would rather die out there than come to this godforsaken place!"
That's right, this is exactly the pseudonym Wang Hao used— Jing Tianming.
The setting of the Little Sage Manor is taken from the Legend of Qin series. However, the identities of the characters in the Little Sage Manor in the animation are quite sensitive. It is not appropriate to impersonate Xunzi or the three leaders.
Therefore, he could only choose the character Jing Tianming as the subject of his Simulation.
Of course, he chose the youth version.
After all, Jing Tianming had impersonated a disciple of the Little Sage Manor in the anime, so using that to fool people was not a problem. At the same time, it was also a way for him to reminisce about the past.
"Young friend Jing, why go to such lengths? Our Confucian School is situated in a beautiful and prosperous region, and we are quite well-off. If you have any needs, we will certainly take care of them for you."
The Confucian School patriarch at the head of the group maintained his kind smile, showing no concern whatsoever for what the young man had said earlier.
"You Confucian School of the Central Plains are burdened with immense Karma, and your ancestral lands are completely Entanglement in Karmic Cause and Effect, resembling a demon's lair. How dare you call it a beautiful place?"
Wang Hao cursed without any restraint.
He could also see how much these eight old Confucian School scholars valued him, so as long as they didn't see through his disguise, he could hurl insults at will, and they would never retaliate.
These words made the faces of the eight Confucian School patriarchs darken, and they became even more worried.
Previously, the Sword God Ximen Chuixue and Chunyangzi had been very wary of the Karmic Cause and Effect on them, but since they weren't on their side, they didn't pay much attention to it.
But now, this Jing Tianming is very likely a successor of the overseas martial arts sect, the Little Sage Manor, so he's definitely one of our own, and his words are highly credible.
They had no choice but to believe it, and they also understood why the other party had insisted on fleeing despite their serious injuries.
"It seems that the problems within our Confucian School are far more serious than you think!"
The eight Confucian School patriarchs exchanged glances, all determined to curry favor with this successor of the Little Sage Manor at all costs.
"Young friend Jing, we are aware of this matter and have some ideas on how to resolve it, but we lack concrete reform methods. We wonder if you could offer some guidance?"
Finally, a Confucian School elder spoke up, adopting a very humble posture.
For the sake of their family's survival, they didn't mind humbling themselves to ask a mere youth for help.
"I can say it, but not here. I'm moving to some random mountain. Staying here any longer will definitely taint me with your Karmic Cause and Effect!"
Wang Hao's attitude was quite firm; he had no intention of staying in the Confucian School clan's territory.
After all, acting requires a complete performance!
The eight Confucian School patriarchs' faces darkened again, but they still agreed to the suggestion.
It doesn't matter where we talk, as long as this kid is willing to communicate, even if we're squatting in the latrine to talk, it's not a problem.
Soon, Wang Hao was escorted by eight Confucian School elders to the top of a desolate mountain. There stood a simple wooden building, the former cultivation place of Confucian School Confucian School, which had been abandoned since his death.
After a quick tidying up, Wang Hao moved into the wooden building, and a large number of Confucian School masters were also assigned to guard the area.
This is where their Confucian School hopes lie; they cannot afford the slightest mishap.
Even the six Confucian School patriarchs who were in good condition held ancient swords, just in case someone came to assassinate this successor of the Little Sage Manor.
With everything settled, Wang Hao comfortably lay back in the rocking chair and gestured for the eight Confucian School patriarchs to come forward.
His injuries were merely for show; in fact, if he hadn't deliberately suppressed the regenerative abilities of his Bloodline Power, his injuries would have healed long ago.
He deliberately created that canyon to form a battlefield, in order to make a commotion and attract the Confucian School there.
Now he can finally begin his grand scheme to deceive Confucian School!
The eight Confucian School patriarchs hurriedly stepped forward, and the two patriarchs who had been injured by Wang Hao were also carried over.
"Are you guys out of your minds?!"
Wang Hao immediately launched into a tirade, clearly seething with hatred for these eight old men. Now that he had the chance to unleash his fury, he wasn't going to miss it.
As expected, although they were very unhappy with Wang Hao's words, none of them showed it, and they quietly waited for Wang Hao to say something next.
"Have you been ruling and dominating this wretched place in the Central Plains for too long that you really think you're something special? First you went to besiege that freak Wang Hao, then you went to besiege the Peerless Sword Saint, and finally you even went against the Protagonist of the Era of Zhu Yanzu's era. You're defying the heavens!"
Do you even know how much that old bastard, the Great Heavenly Demon, values that freak Wang Hao? Do you even know how many Celestial Person Realm experts are in Peerless City? The worst part is that Zhu Yanzu is being watched by so many Shattering Realm old monsters. You're all courting death, don't drag our Little Sage Manor down with you..."
Wang Hao's cursing got more and more heated, while the eight Confucian School patriarchs remained indifferent, not even reacting when Wang Hao's spittle hit their faces.
At their age, they would never be swayed by such words. As long as it could save Confucian School, they wouldn't even flinch at the thought of dying.
He cursed for a full half Tokiomi, until his mouth was dry, Wang Hao finally stopping. He picked up the tea brought to him by a maid and drank it all in one gulp.
"I actually didn't want to come to your Central Plains Confucian School at all, but I was forced into it."
You guys are just too good at causing trouble. They don't even care about your own little bit of wealth. It's just that our Little Sage Manor will suffer.
I haven't even had a few days to enjoy myself in this Central Plains before I was first beaten up by the Lady of Peerless City, then that bastard Saitama came and gave me another beating, and before that, that pervert Wang Hao chased after me and beat me up again. All the little stuff I had on me was stolen.
I've been lying in bed recovering for the rest of my time!
After catching his breath, Wang Hao started ranting again, making the eight Confucian School patriarchs, who had been expressionless, quite embarrassed.
So it seems that the matter really is the fault of the Confucian School school. No wonder this Little Sage Manor has not shown up in the Central Plains for more than a year. It turns out he was recuperating from his injuries!
He brought this on himself!
It's no wonder they were so resentful; no one would feel good in that situation.
They had personally examined the boy's injuries before, and they were truly horrific, almost unbearable to look at, especially his face, which was nearly disfigured.