Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Settle in first. Someone will come to you later,” said Yi Yuechuan.
In this way, Jiang Chen and the other five formally started their journey at the Sacred Institute.
Big groups in the Fire Field were always proud of dominating certain areas. For them, the more majestic their gates were, the better.
But the six youngsters suddenly realized the fact that a house or a building that had been standing there for hundreds of years was actually the greatest representation of real power.
In the last Demon War, the heroes had a meeting here before the last fight.
Jiang Chen felt solemn and sacred walking in the Sacred Institute when he thought about this.
He was led to a house with a room and a living room, which was incomparable to where he had been living in the Natural Law School.
But when he learned that the other five were living in dormitories, he realized he had already been given special treatment.
Collect herbs to refine the antidote.
Visit my grandfather. Hopefully, I can pass the message on to Taoist Priest Skywind.
Take over the group started by the school leader.
Jiang Chen was lying in this room that would be his for the next year, figuring out his goals and making plans.
The three targets had different difficulties.
The most urgent was to look for herbs. The other two could wait.
So, let me take a walk in the Sacred City.
Jiang Chen walked to the door, then stopped. The Sacred City was too big for him to visit on foot. It would take him at least several days and nights to walk around the city.
Without a guide, he wouldn’t know where to go.
At this moment, he heard knocks on the door. He opened the door and saw Princess Crimson Moon standing there.
“Come on. Time to assemble. They asked me to inform you,” Princess Crimson Moon said.
She was sizing up Jiang Chen’s room as she spoke. She looked envious. It was obvious that her residence was too shabby for a princess like her.
“Thank you.”
“That’s unnecessary. I didn’t want to come.” Princess Crimson Moon didn’t like him at all, because he had defeated her and killed the Third Prince.
Jiang Chen shrugged his shoulders and didn’t say anything. He locked the door and followed her to the Bronze Statue Square of the Sacred Institute.
There were some bronze statues in the center of the square. They were statues of renowned heroes from the Era of the Hero.
Quite a few people were gathered around the statues. It was easy to tell they were disciples from various fields who had come for the short-term, because these people weren’t wearing the uniforms of disciples of the Sacred Institute.
By a rough count, there were forty or fifty people.
Right over the square, there were ten-odd disciples of the Sacred Institute in their blue uniforms. They were looking at the short-term disciples, aloof. They could hardly hide their pride with their twitching mouth corners.
These disciples, on average, were a few years younger than the short-term disciples, but they gave off a much stronger energy.
“What are you doing?! What are you doing?! Why are you standing here without any manners? Has no one taught you any? Line up!”
Suddenly, a hefty youngster strode over and shouted at the crowd in the square.
The short-term disciples were in a daze. They looked at each other, ignorant of who this guy was.
“Are you deaf?!” the youngster pulled a long face and shouted again.
Some of the short-term disciples hurried to come forward and stand in a row instantly.
When the others were about to move, the anger on the youngster’s face suddenly disappeared. It was replaced by a beaming smile.
Ha!
The other disciples of the Sacred Institute couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Zhuang Fan, how funny you are.”
“Did you see how confused they were? It’s amusing!”
The hefty youngster called Zhuang Fan shrugged his shoulders and said, “I hope you don’t mind. I was just kidding.”
He went back to where the disciples of the Sacred Institute were staying.
The short-term disciples flew into a rage when they realized he had made a fool out of them. Those who had arrived earlier than Jiang Chen’s group knew their situation better. It was hard to swallow the fact that they had been teased.
After all, they were the best geniuses in their fields. Of course, they had some pride.
Some wanted to fight, but they were stopped by their companions. Others were reproaching him in a low voice.
“What’s up?”
Another stranger walked over. He was a thin, middle-aged man with fair skin. He didn’t have a beard. His skin was as smooth as a youngster’s.
He had a pair of sharp, deep-set eyes.
As soon as he walked over, the crowd in the square quieted down.
“Mo Sir!”
The disciples of the Sacred Institute greeted him. Zhuang Fan came up to him and said, “I was just kidding. Maybe the cultures are different where they’re from. They didn’t like the joke.”
The short-term disciples were angry at his casual tone, while the disciples of the Sacred Institute were laughing secretly.
“Let it go.”
Mo Sir didn’t want to waste time on this trivial matter. He laid his sharp eyes on the short-term disciples in the square.
After confirming no one else was speaking, he said, “The Sacred Institute is composed of the east courtyard, the west courtyard, the south courtyard, and the north courtyard. In each courtyard, there are two grades, called Heaven and Earth. Each grade has twelve classes.
“You’ll go to the twelve classes of Earth to study.
“You’ll get your uniform and token today, so you can walk around at liberty.”
Not until then did Jiang Chen realize they couldn’t leave and enter the Sacred Institute whenever they wanted. Fortunately, they had enough people for the twelve classes as soon as he had arrived. If he had had to wait any longer in the Sacred Institute, he would have been bored.
“Now, you’ll pick names out of a hat to decide which class you’ll be in. These twelve people are class leaders of the twelve classes. Stand behind them if you’re in their class,” Mo Sir said again.
“The Sacred Institute’s way is so different from other sects and the schools!”
The short-term disciples left their anger behind when they heard his instructions. They found it interesting, but they were also nervous, since those disgusting people would be their so-called class leaders.
“Pick a piece of paper.”
Among the guys who had followed Mo Sir there, one was holding a big box with a hole on top.
The first person that came forward took a piece of paper from the box. It read Four.
“Come here. You’re with me.”
A jaunty youngster among the disciples of the Sacred Institute waved at him.
Among the twelve disciples of the Sacred Institute, he was the only one who hadn’t laughed like the others.
The guy was relieved. He felt lucky and walked over.
The other short-term disciples picked their papers, one by one. The other five people from the Fire Field would go to different classes. When it was Jiang Chen’s turn, he got Eleven.
“Is something wrong? A guy in the completed middle stage is qualified for short-term disciple? Mo Sir, can I refuse him?”
The class leader of class eleven happened to be Zhuang Fan.
His expression changed immediately when he found out Jiang Chen’s state. He complained to Mo Sir without considering his feelings.
Mo Sir’s expression also changed when he found out Jiang Chen’s state.
The short-term disciples had to be at least in the late stage. Why was there a guy in the middle stage?
“How did he get here with such a low state?”
“Now the others will think even less of short-term disciples like us.”
It was quite ironic that those who started to criticize first were also short-term disciples. The disciples of the Sacred Institute were only sneering at Jiang Chen, already disgusted with him.
Lu Fei and Yi Shuihan had unreadable expressions. The Jiang Chen that others were looking down on was the strongest among them.
