Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
In the grand hall, there was no brutal slaughter; Tang Fengyue maintained a careful balance. The elders who had jumped out were struck down to the same realm they had entered Heterodox from. Not a single person was killed, but this method seemed more terrifying than death in the eyes of those elders.
It wasn't uncommon for someone to be forcefully knocked down a realm, but what chilled these elders was that Tang Fengyue managed to reduce each elder who was knocked down to their previous cultivation level. Dozens of people attacked, yet Zhao Quan and the others had no power to resist and fell feebly to the ground.
"I can step down from being the sect leader because there is only one leader of Heterodox, and that is you, Young Master." Looking at the elders sprawled on the ground, who had claimed to work for Heterodox, Tang Fengyue shook his head disdainfully. "Now that no one is competing with you, anyone who wants to be the sect leader can do so. I'm leaving; no need to see me off."
Watching Tang Fengyue, the Lu Family, and the group of elders depart, Zhao Quan felt an intense hatred in his heart. Helpless against their superior skills, he could only swallow his anger. At the same time, he truly grasped Tang Fengyue's methods. Reflecting on his past actions, he realized they were utterly insignificant in comparison.
With Tang Fengyue and the Lu Family gone, the true backbone of Heterodox had left as well. No one knew where they had gone because Zuo Dao had Jiang Yuqi assist in directly transporting them to Supreme Academy via a large ship.
The abundant Spirit Energy and different environment made the disciples of Heterodox feel fresh and curious. Zuo Dao looked at these young faces with a mix of joy and concern.
These individuals represented the future of Heterodox and would serve as a solid foundation for him in the future; he just wondered how many would survive if war truly broke out.
The only way forward was to quickly elevate their cultivation realms so they could unleash greater power in the future. Only by continuously improving their strength could they secure more chances of survival.
The influx of fresh blood brought life to Zuo Wang Peak. Jiang Wuhen and Luo Huaxing were surprised that Zuo Dao could gather such a large group in such a short time.
Tang Fengyue brought around three hundred people, but these were the true essence of Heterodox—the real Heterodox that Tang Fengyue painstakingly assembled. Although each individual might not possess the highest strength, their talent and loyalty were undoubtedly exceptional.
The Twelve Holy Sons continued their seclusion, leaving the training of this group of over three hundred entirely in the hands of Zuo Dao, Tang Fengyue, and the Lu Family. The latter two were fine since they were familiar with their own teams and communicated better than Zuo Dao.
Initially, Zuo Dao wanted to train this team using his own methods, but after a few attempts, he realized these individuals were already accustomed to Tang Fengyue's training style. He felt out of place trying to train them.
He and Tang Fengyue were two completely different types of people; in every aspect they compared, they were extremes. Zuo Dao's dynamism clashed with Tang Fengyue's stability, making it difficult for them to function as a single unit. This left Zuo Dao feeling frustrated as he contemplated whether he should personally form a squad.
In the end, Zuo Dao became the only idle person on Zuo Wang Peak. Seizing this opportunity, Zuo Dao decided to visit various academies. This made the heads of these academies quite pleased, as each visit allowed both sides to gain something beneficial.
In a short period, Zuo Dao managed to gather a substantial amount of resources. He wasted no time and poured all these resources into his own academy.
Eventually, the students of the Sitting Forgetting Academy became too afraid to go outside. The reason was that as soon as they stepped out, they were met with a multitude of hungry gazes, like wolves eyeing their prey. Although nothing would happen within the Supreme Academy, being watched so intently every time they went out was quite uncomfortable.
This led the students of Zuo Wang Peak to complain about why their academy head had prepared them so well. This also caused students from other academies who understood their thoughts to spit blood in frustration. There was no need to belittle them! If you don’t want it, we do!
However, due to this exchange, the overall strength of the Supreme Academy saw significant growth. It was undeniable that the pills produced by Zuo Dao were highly effective, and any equipment coming from the Sitting Forgetting Academy was guaranteed to be top-notch.
The strength of the Supreme Academy also translated into better performance on the battlefield, which could be seen from the casualty numbers. Previously, every time a War occurred, the Supreme Academy would experience a casualty rate of around five to six percent. But after Zuo Dao began distributing his pills and equipment, this number dropped directly to about three percent. This delighted the higher-ups during late-night meetings.
What is most important on the battlefield? It is the combat personnel. Often, those who have been nurtured with substantial resources fail to demonstrate their value before turning to ashes. To put it bluntly, the input and output are disproportionate.
Zuo Dao did not concern himself with the death rate on the battlefield; having seen many films in his past life where large groups perished without a second thought, he had also caused his fair share of harm in this life. It would surprise him if there were no deaths on the battlefield.
Heterodox continued to be referred to by that name within the academy not because Zuo Dao had any issues with it. From its inception, he had already positioned Heterodox as a sharp blade in his hand. This was not cruelty; it was simply reality.
After several months of adjustment and training, it was finally time for Heterodox to head into battle. Zuo Dao was curious about the current battlefield; even Jiang Yuqi hadn’t shared much about it with him. He could only sense a demonic aura from the students of Supreme Academy and couldn’t be sure if this battlefield was indeed the Outer Battlefield that appeared in the Great Dream Mirror.
When Zuo Dao shared his plans with Jiang Yuqi, she looked at him with a strange expression.
“What do you expect me to do? Everyone in Supreme Academy is afraid of going to this battlefield, yet you want to play there? Is that really a place for you? No wait, are you trying to send your Heterodox folks to their deaths?”
During this period of interaction, Jiang Yuqi developed a fondness for the disciples of the Debate Squad. They were a group of vibrant young Cultivators, full of energy and passion. He couldn't fathom where Zuo Dao had found these Cultivators, but being with them made Jiang Yuqi feel rejuvenated.
"I'm not sending them to their deaths; it's just that a Cultivator who has never seen blood can never truly grow. There are things I can't share with you, but rest assured, I'm not sending them to die," Zuo Dao said seriously, looking at Jiang Yuqi.
"Perhaps some of them will fall on the battlefield, but I'd rather that than see them fall at the hands of their own people in the future. I have a general understanding of what happens on the battlefield, even if you don't share it with me. This is merely a request; I hope your dean can send someone to accompany our Squad into battle."
Jiang Yuqi still held a degree of respect for Zuo Dao; as long as it was Zuo Dao's request, he would do his best to fulfill it. However, getting the Machine Institute to send someone along was beyond his authority. Every student from the Machine Institute was a treasure of the Supreme Academy, and even Luo Huaxing did not have full authority over them.
"I can speak to my master about this, but you should know our Mechanics Academy is unique. Especially for a new Squad like yours, it's difficult to request one of our members."
"You can talk to Dean Luo; I guarantee their safety. I will have the Twelve Disciples protect them throughout," Zuo Dao stated. Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuqi was completely stunned. What was going on? Having the Twelve Disciples protect Mechanics Students? If his master heard about this, he would surely be furious.
"Daozi, aren't you taking this too far?"
"Don't worry; just tell your master the truth. The Twelve Disciples are indeed the Twelve Disciples," Zuo Dao interrupted Jiang Yuqi. He understood the significance of the Twelve Disciples in the eyes of the higher-ups at Supreme Academy.
When news reached Luo Huaxing's ears, he was equally astonished. He never expected that Zuo Dao would invest so much for a rookie Squad. In his view, the Holy Twelve Sons represented the future and hope of Supreme Academy. Allowing them to go to battle made him uneasy.
He quickly gathered several Lords of the Mansion to discuss this matter. When these Lords learned why Luo Huaxing had summoned them, they were also taken aback. The Holy Twelve Sons—when did they become someone else's bodyguards? If they were under Supreme Academy's jurisdiction, they would have been treated like treasures long ago. As long as they hadn't reached Saint Aspect completion, they would never be allowed to go out.
"Tell that kid he can have people, but the Twelve Disciples absolutely cannot appear on the battlefield," Jiang Wuhen said through gritted teeth, furious. It was too wasteful and extravagant. Only this kid could pull off something like this in all of Supreme Academy.
"Yes, give him as many as he wants; if the Twelve Disciples appear on the battlefield, that would be extremely dangerous," said Zhao Zhi Li, the Lord of the Mansion in charge of intelligence. "If those Alien Races find out we have a Saint Child here, who knows what might happen?"
The Lords of the Mansion each expressed their opinions, and in summary, there was only one conclusion: the Twelve Disciples must not appear on the battlefield.
Luo Huaxing had long anticipated this outcome and could only smile wryly.
"Who among you can subdue him?"
With that question, everyone fell silent.
This was a vast starry sky, or perhaps a star system. Yet the overarching theme that spanned it all was always the same: annihilation.
Ruined planets, meteors scattered everywhere, and countless debris floated through the void. Bloodstains, broken weapons, and equipment were visible in every direction.
Giant Battle Ships traversed the sea of stars incessantly. Observing this scene, Zuo Dao realized that this battlefield was different from the Outer Battlefield in the Great Dream Mirror; the only constant was the enemy: the Demon Clan.
Jiang Yuqi stood helplessly behind Zuo Dao, while Snow Red Swallow laughed alongside the Three Women nearby.
Looking out from the massive Water Screen of the Battleship, distant flashes of light occasionally appeared; that was evidence of battles taking place far away.
"Humans are still insignificant. Surviving in this realm is even more difficult, especially for us Cultivators burdened with the sins of rebellion."
Comment 0 Comment Count