"Now this scholar is interesting."
He Yeye’s lips curled into a smile as she stroked her smooth, pale chin.
"I gotta say, I’ve never seen a scholar fight so ruthlessly, so recklessly."
WOOOO—WOOOO—
After a full six hours of bloody, grueling battle.
The mournful sound of a horn finally echoed from far behind the Demon Race army’s lines.
Upon hearing the horn, the Demon Race army, which had been locked in a fierce struggle with the Human Race Cultivators, retreated in an orderly fashion, like a receding tide.
The Demon Cultivators at the Golden Core Realm and above remained behind to cover the retreat, engaging the pursuing Human Race forces in a fighting withdrawal.
Leading the army of Human Race Cultivators, He Yeye gave chase for a ti, only to discover that the demons had quietly laid several powerful Trapping and Killing Arrays along their escape route.
"These bastards."
He Yeye spat and ordered the retreat.
After the first engagent, Xiao Mo dragged his exhausted body back to his small courtyard.
Xiao Mo was covered in blood.
He couldn’t tell if the viscous blood covering him was from his own wounds or from the Demon Beasts he had slain on the battlefield.
But looking at the tattered green robe he wore, Xiao Mo couldn’t help but feel a pang of lancholy.
The green robe had been handmade for him by Ruxue. It was even a high-quality item—a Third Grade Magical Treasure.
Yet after just one major battle...
It was in tatters.
The battlefield truly was a at grinder.
Xiao Mo silently drew cool, clean water in the courtyard and carefully washed off the blackened, clotted blood and gri from his body.
Afterward, he took out so clean cloth strips, applied the herbs he carried with him, and simply bandaged several of his deeper wounds.
"Not bad, not bad."
Just as Xiao Mo was focused on treating his wounds, his head lowered, a clear female voice suddenly ca from beside the stone table behind him.
Xiao Mo turned at the sound of the voice.
He saw a petite young woman sitting leisurely on a stone stool.
Her smooth, pale legs were crossed and swaying gently, catching the soft glow of the moon.
Small silver bells tied to her slender ankles tinkled softly with her movents.
She wore a playful smile, sizing up Xiao Mo with great interest.
"For the Lord City Lord to co uninvited and enter soone’s courtyard... isn’t that a bit improper?"
Xiao Mo stared at her crimson eyes, which seed capable of seeing through a person’s heart, and a question rose in his mind.
’I wonder why the City Lord has suddenly co looking for .’
"What’s so improper about it?"
He Yeye stood up, skipped over to Xiao Mo, and without a shred of formality, gave his abs a couple of quick taps.
"I’m the one paying your rent for this courtyard. Why can’t I co check out a place I’m paying for with my own money?"
With that, she retracted her hand, took a step back, and sized Xiao Mo up. "Not bad at all. Your physique has been tempered to the point where you could almost rival those Martial Artists who specialize in cultivating their bodies. And..."
Her delicate nose twitched. "You also faintly exude a Dragon’s Might. Kid, where did you get so much Dragon Blood to temper your body?"
"..." Xiao Mo didn’t answer.
"Alright, alright. I was just asking. It’s fine if you don’t want to tell . Everyone has their secrets, after all. Take , for example. I can’t stand my little sister. She studies that Divination Skill of hers all day and can figure out anything. I feel completely naked in front of her."
He Yeye didn’t seem to mind. She smiled, sat back down on the stone stool, crossed her legs, and jiggled the bells on her ankles.
"Speaking of which, do you have so deep-seated hatred for the Demon Race? For example, did your parents or relatives die at the hands of the Demon Race?"
"No," Xiao Mo answered crisply. "Why do you ask, City Lord?"
"Oh?" He Yeye grew even more curious, leaning forward slightly. "Then where does that do-or-die ferocity you have on the battlefield co from? The way you fight, it seems like you won’t be satisfied until you’ve slaughtered the entire Demon Race’s World."
"I just want to accumulate more rit for the Human Race," Xiao Mo replied.
"Human Race rit? Alright then."
He Yeye yawned. She didn’t press him on what he needed the Human Race rit for, instead changing the subject, her tone taking on a note of caution.
"Kid, the war has now fully begun. Killing enemies on the battlefield is indeed one of the fastest ways to accumulate Human Race rit. But kid, take it from soone who’s been there. I’m warning you: you’d better be careful on the battlefield from now on."
Her crimson eyes locked onto Xiao Mo. "After this battle, you’ve definitely made it onto the Demon Race’s ’Cyan Cloud List.’ Everyone on the Cyan Cloud List is a genius of the World of Ten Thousand Laws. In the next battle, as long as you appear on the battlefield, you will be a pri target."
She paused, her tone growing more serious. "Don’t be too hasty. Haste will only get you killed faster. Accumulating rit is important, but your life is more so."
"Thank you for the reminder, Lord City Lord. I will keep it in mind and be more careful." Xiao Mo bowed formally to He Yeye, but it seed he hadn’t truly taken her words to heart.
"You... Forget it. I’ve taken a liking to you, and I admire your courage and strength." He Yeye waved her small hand. "So, what reward do you want? Anything I’m willing to give."
Xiao Mo looked at the unconventional City Lord before him and didn’t stand on ceremony. "Could I trouble the Lord City Lord to find a suitable place in the city for to use as a school?"
"A school?" He Yeye was genuinely stunned. The request was completely unexpected. "What are you building a school for?"
"To build a school is, naturally, to teach," Xiao Mo explained calmly. "I’ve heard that one needs the Lord City Lord’s permission to spread teachings in Demon Suppression City. I had originally planned a formal visit to the City Lord’s Mansion tomorrow to report this matter, but since you’re here today, you’ve saved the trip."
"Teach? Teach what?" He Yeye tilted her head. "That stuffy, pedantic knowledge of your Confucian School?"
"I suppose so, but what I teach is a humble discipline of my own creation called Heart Learning." Xiao Mo smiled faintly. "If people are willing to listen, I will speak. If no one cos, then so be it."
"Heart Learning?" He Yeye froze for a second, then, as if she suddenly rembered sothing, a knowing smile spread across her face. "Oh! So you’re *that* Xiao Mo..."
"Alright! I’ll grant your request."
He Yeye stood up and walked toward the courtyard exit.
"Soone will co for you tomorrow morning. You can start your class then.
I’ll co listen, too. I want to see for myself what kind of knowledge this ’Heart Learning’ that threw the Confucian School into chaos really is.
If it’s interesting, I’ll let you keep the school open.
If it’s not, you can just shut it down."
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