The Sacred Teacher's Instructions

Deep underground in the capital of the Blue Country, within a maze of mechanical passageways, in a dark tunnel reeking of engine oil, a scruffy-bearded man sat on the ground, fiddling with something.

A radio in the distance announced, "Information detected, including the term 'Landao Tianwu'. We are now playing..."

Hello, is this Mr. Qin Hong? I'm quite familiar with Landao Tianwu. He's in trouble in Northern Europe, and I've come to find you to see him. If it's convenient for you, could we meet?

"Hello, are you there? If you are, could you please answer me?"

With a bang, a wrench smashed the transmitter to pieces. The man sitting on the ground scratched his disheveled hair and said:

"Damn it, phone scams are rampant these days. They've even started calling here! Brother Tianwu has never been to Northern Europe, how could he be in trouble? This is absurd."

Qin Hong continued fiddling with the machine in his hands, his words steady but his tone like that of an exaggerated actor. His words were also quite strange, as if Landao Tianwu had never actually set foot in Northern Europe.

"Brother Qin Hong, this is not to be underestimated. The fact that they know my name is enough to warrant attention. Our Lan's dream is still that of an infant in swaddling clothes, unable to withstand even the slightest cold."

Beside Qin Hong, a figure appeared. This person was dressed in a sharp suit, with eyes as sharp as an eagle's. It was none other than Landao Tianwu!

But upon closer inspection, Landao Tianwu's figure appeared somewhat illusory, like a mirage. Qin Hong nodded to Landao Tianwu, revealing an almost shy smile:

"Well, Brother Tianwu is right. In that case, I'll have someone thoroughly search that city."

Qin Hong sprang up from the ground and scurried away. Behind her, a small, floating robot flew to the broken transmitter, extended its mechanical tentacles to begin repairs, and on the ground, the figure of Landao Tianwu vanished instantly, like a light bulb going out.

Qin Hong's message was like a spark igniting a fuse, reaching the center of the Blue Country. Upon hearing it, several people dressed in long robes and wearing glasses immediately wrote down the words on a scroll that shimmered with golden light, which was then quickly delivered by a person dressed as a eunuch.

The eunuch huffed and puffed as he ran up a building standing atop a series of steps. He was just an ordinary person, and it seemed that this kind of work was not his responsibility.

But often, the strong or those in power enjoy watching others work hard for them. Even if it's a strong person with less than 100,000 horsepower, or if they're given some high-tech tools, they can work faster and have an easier time.

Some people take pleasure in bullying others, because it makes them feel superior. The people living here are no exception; does being a personal guard give them the right to do as they please?

Everyone has to climb up here, little by little, before they can see the king, who is high above them.

"Reporting, Your Majesty the Western Emperor, the Holy Master has sent word!"

The eunuch mustered all his strength to breathe, then collapsed weakly to the ground, coughing up blood. In front of him was a long, soft leather carpet, just like human skin.

Or rather, this is human skin.

After a while, a woman with outstanding looks and a voluptuous figure, wearing only a thin gauze bodice, came out. Red marks could still be seen on her body, making one's blood boil.

Fortunately, the eunuch was already exhausted, his face and neck flushed, and he had lost most of his weight, so he shouldn't be able to tell anything was wrong. The woman took the scroll, glanced at the eunuch lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and gave him a seductive smile.

Then, without looking back, he left. The eunuch tried hard to control himself and not raise his head.

He lay there, not daring to move, while the woman went into the luxurious palace and climbed back onto the golden bed.

"Your Majesty, this is truly disappointing. Why did this message have to arrive at the very moment I was serving you?"

The man she addressed as "Your Majesty" had a sallow complexion, but his muscles were like the roots of an old tree, and he resembled a fierce tiger. This was Zhang Xianzhong, the apparent ruler of the Blue Country and the Western Emperor Zhang Xianzhong.

"Alright, the Holy Master has been missing for many years, so news of him now is naturally urgent."

A flicker of disgust flashed deep in the woman's eyes. She had finally gotten this chance to serve him alone; her wealth and privilege depended on this day, but it had been interrupted. For a moment, she couldn't help but curse inwardly:

Dead eunuch.

"Your Majesty is right, but you have been working so hard for the country, you should rest for a while. It's not too late to watch after we've had our fun."

"That's for sure."

The two were entwined in this place, and just as their passion was reaching its peak, the woman asked, "Your Majesty, shouldn't you make amends to me properly?"

"Sigh, this matter cannot be delayed; we'll make it up to you later."

This meant the same thing as "go back to the queue." A flash of resentment crossed the woman's eyes as she said to him, "Your Majesty, I just saw that eunuch leering at people. Now... who knows what he's thinking?"

"What?"

An angry voice rang out, and then a magnetic sword shot out of the palace. The eunuch who was walking down the slope was instantly decapitated, and his head rolled down the slope.

The woman was clearly extremely excited. The amount a man was willing to do for her reflected his importance in her heart. If a man was willing to spend money on her, it meant he cared about her; if he was willing to kill for her, it meant he cared even more.

However, this is on the premise that the person is a normal person.

"Your Majesty? Why aren't you moving?"

The woman was in the throes of passion when Zhang Xianzhong suddenly stopped, pressing his large hands down on her head. He gritted his teeth and roared:

"That damned vixen! She actually bewitched me into killing someone loyal to me! How could an emperor be so narrow-minded! That wretched woman, she deserves to die!"

With a loud bang, the concubine's head was crushed like a watermelon.

Covered in blood, Zhang Xianzhong stood up, licking the blood with his tongue. He had just been uninterested in the woman, but looking at the headless corpse that had been "executed" gave him a strange kind of stimulation.

The thumping sounds echoed through the palace, accompanied by curses. "Witch! Witch!"

Only when the warmth in front of him faded did he belatedly pick up the scroll. It contained only the name of a city: Bustling Metropolis under Han Xin's control, a border city of the Blue Country.