Chapter 1099 - Fond of Teaching Requesting Monthly Ticket!
Chapter 1099 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" kicks off with thrilling moments: âWho cares what organization it is.âZhongxuan Sheng grabbed an iron ball, âSince it has shown... Read more!
âWho cares what organization it is.âZhongxuan Sheng grabbed an iron ball, âSince it has shown itself, it must eventually be crushed!â
He didnât use much muscle, but the Monster Art had already squeezed it into a flat iron disc, which he then kneaded back into a spherical shape.
The details of âEquality Countryâ had not been made public yet, but it was already defined as a cult by Qi Ting.
This fatty had always been disdainful of all kinds of evil cults.
Given his background, he didnât indeed need to care or face these things.
However, Jiang Wang couldnât help but feel some caution.
As the saying goes, âOnce bitten by a snake, you fear the well rope for ten years.â
Especially since Equality Country, judging by the information shown so far, was excessively powerful.
Their organizational capabilities far exceeded those of Bone Tao, which ran rampant in Zhuang Country.
They had even taken root in an Overlord Country like Qi Country.
It was truly terrifying.
But then again,
nowadays were indeed the glory days of Qi Country.
Even if the Equality Country could continuously make major moves, even connecting with Summer Country, all of Qi Countryâs actions against them ended in failure.
Cui Zhu, blocked by Jiang Wang, had to assassinate the king prematurelyâŚ
without Jiang Wang, he wouldnât have been a match for Wang Yiwu either.
Zhang Song was forced by Qi Countryâs Green Card to reveal himself, thus actively making a choice that maximized his identity valueâŚ
mourning at the temple.
Indeed, Equality Country was a quite terrifying organization.
Every member that had appeared, regardless of their cultivation level, possessed very high quality.
Under the existing conditions, they made the âbestâ choices.
Even the existence of young powerhouses like Cui Zhu and Zhang Song suggested that the organization had an extremely complete system for talent cultivationâsomething that only major powers could achieve.
But that was all.
No matter how much preparation âEquality Countryâ had, how strong they were, or what actions they had planned next, now everything had to be halted.
Given that Qi Countryâs military had captured a member of God Arrives, the only thing left for the organization was to cut ties as much as possible before Qi Country revealed all their intelligence.
No matter how strong, they couldnât possibly confront Qi Country head-on.
Although Jiang Wang and Zhongxuan Sheng didnât know how far the Courtâs investigation into âEquality Countryâ had progressed, judging from the outcomes of this series of eventsâŚ
after things settled down, not only was there no chaos in Qi Country, but its prestige had increased, closely chasing the once-great Yang Country.
It seemed to confirm the saying, âA mantis trying to stop a chariot is delusional.â
However, looking around the world, if an organization like âEquality Countryâ could only be considered a mantis, what could his current strength amount to?
Jiang Wang smiled inwardly.
As long as you keep moving forward, time will eventually provide the answers.
Putting aside the distractions, he stepped forward and was about to intervene, âYouâre not using the Monster Art correctly; Iâve been cultivating with Zhongxuan Zun these past few days, and he doesnât use it like this!â
Zhongxuan Sheng immediately leaped back, warily pulling back the iron ball, âYou mind your own business.
I donât practice the same way he does!â
Jiang Wangâs hand hung in mid-air, somewhat frustrated, âWhy wonât you listen to advice?â
âAdvise someone else if you want to, Iâm not falling for it.â Zhongxuan Sheng walked out without looking back, âLetâs go, Fourteen, letâs change places to practice!â
Fourteen followed him with light steps.
The courtyard was suddenly empty.
Jiang Wang could only leave a dissatisfied cold snort behind, returning alone to his room.
There are many in the world who love to teach.
Some teach blacksmiths to forge, some teach boat officials to row, and some teach storytellers to narrateâŚ
the list goes on.
Of course, Jiang Wangâs focus was not on âteaching,â but on the process of âbeing a teacher.â
Some people are different.
Our Grandpa Zhongxuan, after much thought today, still knocked on his promising sonâs courtyard door.
At that time, Zhongxuan Zun was writing in his study, standing at a large rosewood desk, penning bold characters.
Standing straight, slightly bowed, with one sweep of his brush, he wrote the character âI.â
What he had written before was unknown, all obscured; but the following characters were all âI.â
His writing was lonely and arrogant, the strokes sharp and decisive, with an unchangeable flavor.
The âsocial celebrityâ Grandpa Zhongxuan, prominent in Linziâs aristocratic circles, of course understood the undertone.
He knew this character was a kind of answer.
But he had hesitated and hesitated before coming, and of course, he wasnât about to leave in disgrace so quickly.
This was his own home, after all.
He, Grandpa Zhongxuan, was the head of a small household!
His eyes glanced over the desk, pretending to inspect the arrangement of the study and also pretending not to see those bold characters, he started the conversation with a casual tone, âThese past few days, when you greeted your grandfather, you were very perfunctory.
Since coming back from the Pointing Generalsâ Stage, you havenât spoken.â
Zhongxuan Zun replied with a light laugh, âDidnât I come back too late, afraid of disturbing grandfather?
Iâll go tomorrow morning.â
âThatâs not an excuseâŚâ
Zhongxuan Mingguang clearly lacked confidence, his voice soft and weak.
Anyone having such an extraordinary son known throughout Linzi would find it hard to feel confident, especially when feeling inadequate oneself.
My goodness, if enemies, he couldnât withstand a finger from his son.
He said listlessly, âYour mother died early, and I didnât restrict you much from childhood.â (In truth, he was just concerned with his own enjoyment.)
âDo whatever you want, spend time with whoever you like.
You donât have to like the girl from the Ruan family.â
At this, his tone grew firmer, âBut thereâs one thing, your grandfather is old now, and you must not talk back to him!â
But then his tone softened again, âYou can say one thing to his face and another behind his back!â
Having said this, he glanced again at the silent Zhongxuan Zun and muttered, âI know youâve grown strong wings, and probably donât listen much to your old man.
But as your father, I still need to say it.â
When others spoke of themselves as âyour old man,â they tended to be aggressive.
But as soon as he said it, he immediately undercut it, as if just trying to support his own spirit.
Zhongxuan Zun sighed, placed down his brush, and looked at him seriously, âFather, you are good in every way.â
Zhongxuan Mingguang snorted through his nose, âJust say it, which part isnât good?â
Lifting his chin slightly, he appeared proud.
Go on, criticize, find trouble, that old tactic of repressing before exalting, Iâve seen it all!
The aristocrats of Linzi, not many look up to your old man, I know it well!
Do they need to respect me?
To hell with them!
Criticize me, go ahead, just criticize me!
Grandfather has trained me from childhood, and it didnât cost me a pound of flesh!
Still afraid of you, you little brat?
This, he thought to himself.
But Zhongxuan Zun just smiled, âThereâs nothing more.
Just that one sentence⌠you are good in every way.â
Zhongxuan Mingguang was silent for a moment, then scoffed, âNothing but nonsense!â
With a swish of his sleeve, he walked out disdainfully.
Pausing at the door, he raised his head even higher and stepped out.
And so, he left arrogantly.