Chapter 444: Both Are Body Cultivators, Yet Why Is Your Mind So Sharp?
“Two Martial Uncles, do I look like the type to speak without reason?”
Cao Youqian spoke with a bright, confident smile.
Great Sage Babao said, “Nephew, it’s not that we don’t believe you, but we’d like to witness it with our own eyes.”
“I can vouch for this matter.”
Before Cao Youqian could respond, the voice of Great Sage Jiaoyang came from outside the door.
With a creak, the cabin door opened, and Great Sage Jiaoyang slowly stepped inside.
Great Sage Xuanjing said lazily, “Senior Sister Jiaoyang, why are you eavesdropping again?”
Great Sage Jiaoyang chuckled. “I was merely passing by. Who told you all to speak so loudly that I could hear every word from the corridor?”
Of course, Great Sage Babao and Great Sage Xuanjing did not believe her. The cabin they were in was protected by a restriction—unless one deliberately probed with divine sense, it was impossible to hear anything from outside.
However, neither dared to question her. After all, Great Sage Jiaoyang’s strength surpassed both of theirs, and they could not discern her full cultivation at all.
According to the Dean, this Great Sage Jiaoyang was already not far from the Saint Realm.
“Ancestor, don’t you wish to join in? Perhaps this could even help your dao truth advance another step, maybe even break through eighty-one in one go.”
Cao Youqian spoke with a cheerful grin.
The two great sages beside him fell silent instantly. Their eyes toward Great Sage Jiaoyang held not only reverence but also envy.
“You may go if you wish,” Great Sage Jiaoyang replied, “but I must first hear your full plan. Otherwise, the matter is off the table.”
She was increasingly pleased with this junior. Since meeting him, her dao truth had risen from seventy to eighty in just a few short years—an increase of ten points.
Moreover, she often listened to Great Sage Qiankun’s lectures on the Dao. Her rate of progress was something she never could have achieved back in the Holy Academy.
If this news spread back there, those old fossils would probably have their eyes pop out in shock—and might even regret not having been Cao Youqian’s guardians back then.
Cao Youqian shrugged. “Ancestor, you’ve been on Miaomiao Mountain for years, so I’m sure you’ve often heard Master talk about fishing, right?”
The corners of Great Sage Jiaoyang’s lips curved upward. “I understand. You wish to use yourself as bait. But unless you fully reveal your bloodline talent, the people of the Fire God Cult might not take the bait.”
“True enough. It seems the time has come for the world to know about my Immortal Body.”
Cao Youqian had never revealed his Immortal Body before the members of Giant God Academy.
Great Sage Babao and Great Sage Xuanjing were both so shocked that their eyes nearly bulged out.
“Saint Son… didn’t you just say you possessed a divine body?”
Great Sage Babao looked at him with a speechless expression.
“I had to leave you some sense of mystery, didn’t I? It’s not too late to know now.”
Cao Youqian spoke carelessly, completely unconcerned.
The two exchanged glances before saying in unison, “We finally understand why the Saint Son could awe all of Xuanzhou. We are not even one ten-thousandth of him.”
Cao Youqian waved his hand. “Enough of that. Let’s focus on refining the plan.”
“We await your instructions, Saint Son.”
Both great sages responded respectfully.
After pouring each of them a cup of tea, Cao Youqian calmly laid out his plan in full detail.
Arrogant, bold, confident!
These three traits flashed through the two great sages’ minds as they listened, and in unison they sighed,
“Saint Son, we’re all body cultivators—so why is your mind so much sharper than ours?”
Cao Youqian smiled and said, “It’s probably because I’ve read more books than you.”
Great Sage Babao: “…”
Great Sage Xuanjing: “…”
Great Sage Jiaoyang spoke up. “It’s indeed a good plan. As long as the great sages of the Fire God Cult are suppressed, the remaining riffraff will pose no threat. The Fire God Cult won’t have the chance to rise again.”
Cao Youqian said, “Then it’s decided. When the time comes, find me a few fearless disciples to accompany me for a walk through the Fire God Cult’s main altar.”
Great Sage Xuanjing cupped his hands. “Leave that to me. I will make sure not to disappoint you, Saint Son.”
“Good. Then just sit back and watch my performance. I promise the rewards will be plentiful.”
Cao Youqian said with a grin, lifting the teacup from the table. “Let’s use tea instead of wine to celebrate our coming victory. Cheers!”
“Cheers!”
…
In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
The flying ship of the Giant God Academy arrived in the territory of the Nine Nether Holy Land, within the western part of the Barbarian Continent—specifically, the Kingdom of the Mad Lion.
The Mad Lion Kingdom was a demi-beast nation.
Most of its inhabitants were half-beasts, while humans, demons, and giants were in the minority.
The Mad Lion King had long received word that the cultivators of the Giant God Academy would arrive in person. He led his people to the outskirts of the royal city early to welcome them.
The airship landed on an open field outside the city walls. Surrounded by the two great sages, Cao Youqian stepped out proudly, head held high.
As soon as he disembarked, a chorus of respectful voices greeted them.
“We pay respects to Great Sage Babao and Great Sage Xuanjing.”
“At ease,” Great Sage Babao said lightly. His commanding tone and expression were entirely different from his usual self.
“Thank you, Great Sage.”
A burly man with a lion’s head, golden mane, and a human body stepped forward respectfully.
“Honored great sages, I have already prepared a banquet in the royal city. Please, enter the city and enjoy a few cups of wine.”
Great Sage Babao did not reply but instead turned to look at Cao Youqian and said respectfully, “Saint Son, what do you think?”
This was part of their plan—to let everyone know that among the visiting members of the Giant God Academy, there was an extraordinary figure.
In the Barbarian Continent, the higher a cultivator’s status, the nobler their bloodline was presumed to be.
Cao Youqian said calmly, “As the saying goes, when a guest visits, he follows the host’s will. Since Brother Lionhead has invited us, how could we refuse?”
The Mad Lion King’s face stiffened slightly. He instinctively found this man before him rather arrogant.
However, when he saw the great respect Great Sage Babao showed this person, he couldn’t help but ask cautiously, “Forgive my boldness, but may I ask who this is?”
Cao Youqian gave Great Sage Xuanjing a glance. “Martial Uncle Xuanjing, introduce me.”
“Yes.”
Great Sage Xuanjing answered with utmost respect, then looked down at the Mad Lion King with imposing authority. “Mad Lion King, the man before you is the Saint Son of our Wen Dao Academy—the personal disciple of the number one Great Sage of this era, and the future Dean of the Giant God Academy.”
At those words, the Mad Lion King trembled involuntarily.
The Giant God Academy was a holy institution, one where saints resided, and whose influence stretched across the entire Xuantian Continent.
He hurriedly bent at the waist and saluted deeply. “The Mad Lion pays respects to the Saint Son. I was remiss in my welcome—please forgive me.”
Cao Youqian smiled faintly. “It’s fine. Ignorance bears no guilt. Lead the way.”
“Yes.”
The Mad Lion King immediately led the group toward the royal palace.
Before long, the banquet began, filled with music and dance.
At the feast, Cao Youqian drew all attention, and by the next morning, his name had spread throughout the royal city.
The hidden members of the Fire God Cult within the city received the news at once…
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