Li Xin chuckled, not bothering to argue with Celestia, "Let’s see how well you’ve grasped it."
"Thanks to the Angel’s Heart you provided, it works wonders. Currently, spiritual burst can already affect the rhythm of battle, but the accuracy while moving is sowhat off. Sotis it misses, and sotis the cohesion isn’t strong enough."
"It’s like just farting," Celestia teased, "Brother Li, show them what the spiritual burst of the founder is like!"
Simmons widened his eyes, "Celestia, our family may not allow concubines, but if I discuss it with my grandfather, who knows, it might work."
"Simmons, go die!" Celestia swung her greatsword and chased after Simmons to hack at him, while Lancer and the others watched the commotion. Wherever Celestia was, it was never dull.
The Royal Palace was also lively. Within the school, discussions grew increasingly intense. Fresh blood brought new ideas, breaking the tradition of only the old nobility engaging in surface-level banter. Different classes, new thoughts, different demands, and interpretations continuously erged under the guidance of the Celestial Principle School.
Undoubtedly, this change was in line with the trend of the tis, much more interesting than before. But Estella still had her own tasks to complete. During a tea break, she sneaked into the archive to return the borrowed map.
Just as she completed her task, turning her head, she saw Grandmaster Jas looking at her with an ambiguous smile.
"Is Her Highness the Princess looking for sothing?" Jas asked.
Estella’s reaction was swift, her big eyes flashing with a smile, "Yes, there was a historical story I’m not clear about, so I was checking the records."
"But this is the architecture section."
"Ah, no wonder I couldn’t find it after searching for so long. Teacher, I’ll be off now." Estella hurriedly made her escape, luckily moving swiftly, or she would have been in trouble if caught.
"Princess, please stay, I have a question I need your help with," Jas said.
"? Really, what help could I offer?" Estella was a bit surprised.
"It’s not actually for , but for Vladimir. That old guy is in a bit of a bind. He ascended to demigod status by chance, so his position isn’t stable. The Celestial Principle School’s frawork is inherently incomplete, and its foundation isn’t strong enough to support his divine status. One misstep and he might regress," Jas said worriedly.
Estella imdiately turned serious; this was no joke. Teacher Vladimir is the King’s greatest support now, and she firmly believed that under the leadership of her father and the Celestial Principle School, the kingdom would have a future, and people’s lives would improve.
"Teacher, just tell what you need. As long as it’s within my power, I’ll give it my all," Estella said resolutely.
"Princess, only you can assist with this matter, which is to get that master who speaks of productivity determining production relationships to visit the Celestial University. As long as he has a discussion with Vladimir, I believe many issues will be resolved. If Vladimir continues to ponder day and night, he might go astray," Jas said with concern. Despite his banter, he was truly worried about his old friend.
Within the Celestial Principle School, Jas’s cultivation was second only to Vladimir. With new theories, his cultivation improved greatly, but he was still a distance away from Vladimir. This protected him since, although reaching demigod status, the core theories weren’t from within himself, which made them fragile. Facing feedback from the law’s power, the weak foundation was evident.
As promised to the King not to burden the Princess with such questions, he had been working alone behind closed doors.
But Jas clearly understood how challenging such revolutionary ideas were, and ti wasn’t on the Celestial Principle School’s side.
Only the one who tied the bell on the tiger can untie it.
Estella was perplexed, seeing Jas’s expression indicating the gravity of the situation, and realized the matter might be more severe than he stated. No wonder she hadn’t seen Teacher Vladimir in a long ti, but this issue involved Mr. Gemini, requiring a public appearance, which contradicted the principles established during the Round Table Conference. She wasn’t confident.
"Teacher, I understand the seriousness now, but I’m unsure if it’s doable. I can only say I’ll try my best," Estella said earnestly.
"Your Highness, this concerns the Celestial Principle School and the kingdom’s stable developnt. I implore you," Jas bowed.
Startled, Estella quickly dodged, "Teacher, this is my duty. You don’t need to bow, or Father might lock up if he found out. Also, regardless of whether this succeeds, it must remain confidential, not a word to outsiders."
"Rest assured, my lips are sealed!" Jas smiled. He had a sense now; that person indeed existed. It was not so divine blessing, as this theory wasn’t within the Earth Mother Goddess’s domain. This person not only existed but was in Hedan.
Jas was ecstatic, while Estella found the situation troubling. How should she arrange for Mr. Gemini to visit the Celestial University?
The Battle of Glory had beco a major topic among the public. The main streets of the Inner City were being decorated, with the Hex Bird Report and Hedan Daily providing alternating coverage, overshadowing discussions about the Inner Demon. But people’s anticipation for the Utopia Mountain Feud remained high, as human hearts still longed for delightful entertainnt.
Reports covering the eight Knight Academies and their captains were creating a buzz, followed by the four Canon Law Schools, Simmons being among them. The publicity introduced the younger generation of elite knights to the public. This scale of honor accumulated would be a grand gift on a knight’s path of promotion, influencing the distance between competitors over ti. There’s no room for modesty when it cos to capturing victory.
In past situations, winning was never easy for anyone. The Knight Order’s strength was leading, but not by much.
In the Hex Bird News Fifth Branch, editors remained vibrant. In the director’s office, Ma Zhe was dumbstruck, looking at photos. Initially, they sought evidence of Inner Demons but stumbled upon the Evil God Embryo secretly nurtured beneath the Mother Goddess School.
Christie’s photography skills were decent, capturing the atmospheric tension effectively, and this evidence alone could earn them victory. But this matter was explosively massive.
"What’s the casualty status?" Ma Zhe looked at Christie, still finding it unbelievable. Li Xin’s map helped avoid nurous traps and disguises, directly targeting the Mother Goddess School’s core, a deadly blow.
"One dead, one injured," Christie replied. Without this map, entering from other points might have left only herself exiting, "Didn’t expect to encounter a Blood Embryo."
Ma Zhe was silent. Originally, their task force of fifty-six was reduced to eleven. Now they lost another brother.
With the Mother Goddess School’s prestigious reputation, reinforced by prohibitions set during its construction by the Church Court, no one imagined anyone would dare provoke them. Though initially cautious, over the years they’d relaxed, as even the Night Patrol couldn’t remain vigilant indefinitely, let alone the Fallen within the Mother Goddess School.
"It seed like a Blood Embryo of the Fallen Mother Goddess, but didn’t she perish in the War of the Gods?" Ma Zhe asked, "We should report this to the Church Court. Should we intervene?"
"It’s not a Blood Embryo; it can’t be born, it’s incomplete, clearly defective. I don’t understand their intentions, but it’s sothing the Earth Mother Goddess Court should worry about," Christie said.
After waiting for so many years, her mission was ready to close in. This was the precursor to a storm.
"Could it be used as an ingredient for Dark Cuisine?" Ma Zhe murmured, "Just a wild guess."
They exchanged glances, sensing the nauseating malice. What were these people up to?
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