Chapter 682 - 663: Public Enemy of Young Girls

Wang Meng didn’t dislike Wang Shifeng. He had his own way of life. The man might be a bit debauched, but he’d never harmed anyone.

Wang Shifeng was busy bustling about. This was how it was for the direct descendants of the Wang Family. If their cultivation prospects weren’t great, they would pivot to management. Even Wang Rencai’s father’s generation was the same. Ultimately, only those who possessed both strength and Control Power could stand out.

Of course, Wang Shifeng was one of the ones who wasn’t doing very well.

For a great house like the Wang Family, one had to reach the Divinity Transformation Realm to become the Patriarch. However, Wang Ang’s father’s generation had all stopped at the Godbound Realm. Sometimes it wasn’t that they didn’t want to cultivate, but that no matter how hard they tried, their efforts yielded minimal results.

For those with decent aptitude and sufficient cultivation resources, reaching the Godbound Realm was a certainty. But after entering the Godbound Realm, their cultivation speed would plummet, making it difficult to advance even a single level. At that point, only those who could maintain a certain pace of progress had a chance of entering the Divinity Transformation Realm. Otherwise, if they couldn’t advance an inch in several years, they might as well give up the notion entirely.

Seeing that no one was around, Wang Shifeng said mysteriously, "I’ll tell you an exclusive secret, hot off the press. The Royal Dao Field has invited Fairy Han this time! I even bought you a ticket. It’s crazy! I can’t believe Fairy Han actually agreed."

"The Royal Dao Field?" The memory of it existed in Wang Rencai’s mind. It was a Dao Field run by the Ji Family, where they would invite some of the most impressive people from various professions to give lectures. But Wang Rencai had clearly avoided it like the plague, so why would he ever go?

"The point is Fairy Han! Han Chuxue!!!" Wang Shifeng was very dissatisfied that his former fellow Daoist couldn’t grasp the main point.

"Oh. I don’t want to go."

Wang Shifeng was dumbfounded. He looked Wang Meng up and down. "Don’t tell me your tastes have changed. She’s Han Chuxue!"

Wang Meng gave a wry smile. ’What did a Fairy have to do with him?’ But it seemed he couldn’t be too antisocial either. Since coming here, he had long heard of the great name of the Spirit Saint, Han Chuxue.

"I just think it’ll be too crowded, and I can’t be bothered to join the throng. But I can’t let your good intentions go to waste. Fine, I’ll go."

"Haha! Though thousands may stand in my way, I will still go!" Wang Shifeng was fired up. This was what he lived for. At this moment, he felt a burning impulse.

Wang Meng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He was also quite curious. ’Just how beautiful could this woman be to have such devastating power?’

In the early morning, birds chirped and flowers bloomed. The courtyard was peaceful and quiet.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a burst of flame exploded in mid-air, and a Firebird swooped down from high above. At the same time, the ground began to shake, and an Armored Turtle covered in spikes burst out of the earth. Its scales suddenly trembled, revealing the phantom form of a crystalline suit of armor.

The Firebird was none other than the Red Melt Bird, Nine Discount. A stream of red fire detached from Nine Discount’s wings, merging into a single Red Fire Arrow that shot toward Little Jia...

BUZZ!

The suit of armor shattered, but at the same time, Nine Discount’s Red Fire Arrow also dissipated into a wisp of smoke. What had started as playing for Nine Discount and the others had gradually evolved into a battle game.

Not far away, Old Horse watched all this with disdain. ’Kids’ games. So boring...’

’Still, these little ones are growing up quite well. So full of vitality. It’s great to be young.’

Just then, several roars echoed from the side. As the Big-mouthed Water Spirit Beast, Little Flower the Snake-tailed Flower, and the Large Golden-Horned Ape joined the fray, the beautiful morning instantly descended into chaos...

Old Horse’s face darkened. "ROAR!"

’This is intolerable.’

The little ones immediately reined themselves in, but the courtyard was already a total mess. The ground was scorched black where Nine Discount had burned it. Pits were pockmarked everywhere from the holes the Armored Turtle had dug. Puddles of mud, from the water Big Mouth had sprayed, were all over. A broken tree... was still clutched in Big Guy’s hands. Such a lovely ornamental tree, and this oaf had used it as a weapon.

Just then, Little Flower, who hadn’t joined the battle, slowly slithered over from the side. Without a sound, it began to clean up the courtyard... From time to time, the verdant green light of its innate talent would flash, and a burst of natural energy would erupt. In an instant, the pits were filled, the mud vanished, and the scorched ground was covered with new soil and small blades of grass...

Nine Discount nodded its bird head. ’Little Flower did a good job.’ Then it looked at Old Horse, trying to curry favor.

Old Horse turned its face away, but it couldn’t hold back its thoughts. ’These little rascals are annoying, but without them, it feels a bit empty. Sigh... empty, lonely, and cold. Back in the day, I was surrounded by at least ninety-nine, if not a hundred, drop-dead gorgeous... better not think about it. The more I think, the more painful it gets...’

"HISS... ROAR..."

Old Horse proceeded to lecture Nine Discount and the others...

The lecture was a mess of critiques. ’Is that how you use a Red Fire Arrow? Firing it right off the bat? Remember, you’re a female bird, don’t just shoot your shot recklessly! And you, Armored Turtle, nice use of your armor, huh? Why didn’t you dodge an attack you could have dodged? You just love using up all your True Essence, don’t you? Golden-Horned Ape, let go of that tree, it’s not your wife! ...Only Little Flower did a good job.’

Little Flower froze... ’But... I don’t think I did anything?’

Old Horse snorted. Having finished its lecture and feeling much better, it began to impart its combat experience...

’What is the essence of a fight? It’s about hitting others while not letting them hit you. There’s one way to fight when you have numbers, and another way when you’re outnumbered...’

Clearly, Old Horse’s combat philosophy was a brand of extreme, underhanded cunning. And so, the five innocent Little True Essence Beasts just stood there, stunned, as Old Horse’s various "philosophies" were drilled into them.

...

When Wang Meng walked out of his room, Old Horse was already strolling about on one side, while Nine Discount and the others were arranged in the Five Elements Array. The courtyard was peaceful and quiet.

Wang Meng smiled, greeted Old Horse, and then recalled Nine Discount and the others into the Five Elements Spirit Holding Bracelet. Today was the day to go to the Royal Dao Field.

Not just anyone could go to this Royal Dao Field, especially not for a lecture by Han Chuxue. All the young disciples in Haojing with any semblance of status were flocking to it. He had long heard of Han Chuxue’s great name, and it would be impossible to say he wasn’t the least bit curious. Wang Meng wanted to see for himself just what was so extraordinary about this woman.

The Royal Dao Field was located in the royal Yingtian Palace.

The Yingtian Palace was called a royal palace, but it was actually a Holy Land bestowed by the Emperor for various families and sects to discourse on Daoist Techniques. Ordinarily, if someone made a significant achievement, demonstrating their technique at the Royal Dao Field was the fastest shortcut to making a name for themselves and achieving success and fame. Of course, not just anyone was qualified to lecture there. The Royal Dao Field had specialized personnel to handle verification.

Wang Meng found it very interesting. While it was certainly a method to display the Royal Family’s prestige and influence, it also spurred the continuous advancement of Daoist Techniques.

So, after receiving the admission ticket to the Royal Dao Field, Master Wang wanted to go see what it was all about.

He made his way to the Yingtian Palace. The palace grounds weren’t large, consisting of three main structures: a front hall, a central palace, and a rear hall. On the eaves of the front hall were carvings of Exotic Beasts like the Suanni, Xiayu, Xiezhi, Qiuchi, and Hangshi. Each had a different form, and though they were just wooden reliefs, they radiated a tyrannical life force, as if they could come alive at any moment.

Wang Meng observed that this was actually a type of restriction. If anyone were to attack the palace, the Array Technique contained within would activate immediately, creating a path fraught with deadly peril.

Past the magnificent front hall was the central palace. The central palace was actually a circular Dao Field. In the middle was a platform for discussing Daoist Techniques, level with the ground. It was surrounded by tiered seating, divided into seven levels with a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine seats. This was the demonstration area of the Royal Dao Field.

However, this was not where Han Chuxue would be lecturing this time. The venue for this event could only accommodate a little over a hundred people, leaving many unable to fulfill their wish to attend.

At the entrance to the venue, royal guards were checking invitations. Many people were crowded outside, clamoring to get in but being denied entry. Only then did Wang Meng understand what Wang Shifeng had meant about the tickets being precious. At least several hundred people were gathered outside, all dressed luxuriously, clearly individuals of status.

Wang Shifeng also arrived. "See? Was I wrong? This is an unprecedented event! Ah, Wang Meng, it’s not that I don’t want to go in with you, but you know your reputation is just too big. For the sake of your uncle’s future happiness, let’s go our separate ways and each use our own Divine Techniques. I’ll go on ahead."

Before Wang Meng could even react, Wang Shifeng zipped off like a wisp of smoke. Master Wang rubbed his nose. ’...Am I really that famous?’

"Wasn’t that Wang Rencai who just went in?"

"I think so! The guy’s gotten a bit tanner, I almost didn’t recognize him. Damn it, we should stop that damn hooligan from getting near our Goddess!"

The crowd instantly realized what had happened, but this was the Royal Dao Field, and the guards didn’t care about any of that. The group could only watch helplessly as Wang Meng slipped inside.

The moment Master Wang stepped into the Dao Field, the previously bustling venue fell silent. Everyone stared at him at the entrance.

Wang Shifeng hid off to the side, feigning meditation and acting as if it had nothing to do with him. ’Wang Meng, whatever you do, don’t look for me right now,’ he prayed. ’Otherwise, my lifetime of fame will be ruined.’

The moment of silence was followed by a clamor of discussion. People pointed at Wang Meng, their eyes filled with disgust. Wang Meng felt a headache coming on. ’I must have a body that naturally attracts taunts. Coming to a public place like this is just asking for trouble, isn’t it?’ But since he was already here, Wang Meng couldn’t just leave. The front seats were out of the question, so he could only walk to a corner in the back. The surrounding chatter moved with him as he walked.

Today, the head of the Eight Saints, Han Chuxue, was giving a lecture, and the event was truly unprecedented. Although past lecturers also had solid status and positions, they were nothing compared to Han Chuxue. The crucial point was that Han Chuxue was using a small Dao Field, so everyone who managed to get in was a person of exceptional status and standing.

In truth, for someone at Han Chuxue’s level, whether she was actually giving a lecture or not was secondary.

Han Chuxue’s personal charisma was what drove people mad. Countless people worshipped her fervently. Mulholland Drive was a classic example; in order to become her follower, he hadn’t hesitated to abandon his great family. In Haojing, people like Mulholland Drive who were crazy for Han Chuxue were innumerable. And it wasn’t just men; even Female Cultivators were captivated by her. This included the Imperial Family, where girls idolized Han Chuxue, making her their role model. They would frantically imitate her, down to a single hair ornament or facial expression!

The younger generation came for her charisma.

At this moment, the crowd’s attention shifted back to the entrance. Wang Meng was, after all, just an object of ridicule. As soon as a major figure arrived, he was quickly forgotten.

Zhan Yingluo, Little Yu, and their group of sisters arrived. As soon as she entered, Zhan Yingluo scanned the Dao Field and quickly spotted Wang Meng in a corner.

Little Yu, standing beside her, saw him too. "Ah, he’s here too? Ugh, how disgusting. Let’s go, quickly!"

"Little Yu, I’m going to go say hello."

"Yingluo, are you crazy? I know your family is on good terms with the Wang Family, but you absolutely cannot get involved with him at a time like this. Listen to me, let’s go!"