“Regardless of what organization it is,” Heavy Xuan Sheng declared, his hand reaching out to grasp a piece of iron. “Since they’ve revealed themselves, they’re bound for destruction sooner or later!”

Without apparent effort, yet utilizing his secret techniques, Heavy Xuan Sheng crushed the iron ball into a flat disc. He then rubbed it between his palms, restoring it to its spherical shape.

The true nature of the “Equality Country” remained concealed, yet Qi Ting had already branded it an evil cult. Towards the various deviant paths of such organizations, this stout young master held nothing but disdain. Given his background, he truly had no need to concern himself with such matters, nor was he obliged to confront them.

However, Jiang Wang couldn’t help but feel a flicker of vigilance. The saying went, “Once bitten by a snake, one fears a well rope for ten years.” Furthermore, the “Equality Country,” judging solely by the information unveiled thus far, was formidable beyond measure. Its organizational prowess far surpassed that of the White Bone Way that had run rampant in Zhuang Country. It had even taken root within a hegemonic state like Qi Country. Truly, it was terrifying.

Yet, the discourse returned to the present. Now was indeed the zenith of Qi Country’s power, a time when its might shone like the midday sun. Even an organization capable of instigating such grand schemes, even one that could intertwine with Summer Country’s “Equality Country,” saw its endeavors within Qi Country culminate in utter failure.

Cui Zhu, thwarted by Jiang Wang, was forced to resort to an assassination attempt on the monarch… and even without Jiang Wang’s intervention, he would not have prevailed against Wang Yi Wu. As for Zhang Yong, he was cornered by the Qi Country’s blue card mechanism, compelled to expose himself and actively make the choice that maximized the value of his identity… the tearful supplication.

One could argue that the Equality Country was indeed a considerably fearsome organization. Every member who had appeared thus far, regardless of their cultivation level, possessed exceptional qualities, making the “best” choices under the given circumstances. The existence of young powerhouses like Cui Zhu and Zhang Yong further indicated that this organization possessed a comprehensive system for cultivating talent – a feat unattainable by lesser powers.

But that was where its capabilities ended.

No matter how meticulously the “Equality Country” had prepared, how formidable its strength, or what actions it planned next, all of it was now destined to be curtailed. With a member of the God Arrival realm in the grasp of the Qi Country military, this organization’s sole recourse was to sever all ties within Qi Country as thoroughly as possible before its intelligence could be fully exploited. No matter how potent it was, it could not openly contend with Qi Country.

Although Jiang Wang and Heavy Xuan Sheng were unaware of the extent of the court’s investigation into the “Equality Country,” the outcomes of this series of events revealed something significant… After these matters concluded, Qi Country not only experienced no turmoil but seemed to flourish even more, as if directly chasing after the prosperity of the former Yang Country. It was as if it had simply reaffirmed the truth of that saying: What does the tree fear when the ant shakes it?

However, casting one’s gaze across the world, if an organization like the “Equality Country” could only be considered an ant, then what could one’s current power be likened to? Jiang Wang smiled inwardly. As long as he continued to walk forward, time would eventually provide the answer.

Dispelling these extraneous thoughts, he stepped forward, ready to offer guidance. “You’re not using this Heavy Xuan secret technique correctly. I’ve been cultivating with Heavy Xuan Zun lately, and he doesn’t use it like that!”

Heavy Xuan Sheng instantly leaped back a considerable distance, his expression alert as he retracted the iron ball. “Just don’t worry about it. My training method is different from his!”

Jiang Wang’s hand remained suspended in mid-air, a hint of frustration in his voice. “Why won’t you ever listen to advice?”

“Go advise whoever you want, I’m not falling for it.” Heavy Xuan Sheng walked towards the exit without looking back. “Let’s go, Fourteen, we’ll practice somewhere else!”

Fourteen followed with light steps. The courtyard became instantly empty. Jiang Wang could only let out a reluctant snort of cold air and return to his own room alone.

The world wasn’t short of those skilled in the art of teaching. There were those who taught blacksmiths how to forge iron, those who taught boatmen how to row, and those who taught storytellers how to spin tales… there were countless examples. Of course, Jiang Wang’s focus wasn’t on “being a teacher,” but on the process itself.

Some people, however, were different.

Our esteemed master, Heavy Xuan, after much deliberation, finally knocked on his promising son’s courtyard door today. At that moment, Heavy Xuan Zun was in his study, practicing calligraphy. He stood before a large desk made of dark sandalwood, writing large characters. Standing upright, his waist straight, his head slightly bowed, he wielded a large brush, inscribing the character “I”.

What he had written before was unknown, for it was all covered up. But the sheets behind were all filled with the character “I”. This character conveyed a sense of solitary pride, and the strokes were fiercely sharp, carrying an unyielding quality. The “social celebrity” of the Lin Zi noble circle, Heavy Xuan Master, of course, understood this implicit meaning. He knew that this single character was a form of answer.

But he had hesitated and then come over, so of course, he wouldn’t retreat so easily. This was his own home, after all. He, the Heavy Xuan Master, was the head of this small family!

His eyes drifted slightly from the desk, pretending to survey the layout of the study, and pretending not to see the large characters at all. He began the conversation in a very casual tone. “You’ve been very perfunctory in your greetings to your grandfather these past few days. You haven’t gone to speak with him since you returned from the Point General Platform.”

Heavy Xuan Zun chuckled faintly. “Wasn’t it because I returned too late, fearing I would disturb grandfather? I will go early tomorrow.”

“That’s no excuse…” Heavy Xuan Ming Guang clearly lacked confidence, his voice weak and hesitant. Anyone who had provoked such a figure in Lin Zi would find it difficult to maintain sufficient confidence, especially when one was not particularly strong oneself. Good heavens, if they were truly adversaries, he wouldn’t last a single finger against his son.

He said listlessly, “Your mother died early, and I haven’t restrained you from childhood to adulthood.” (In reality, he only cared about his own pursuits.) “You can do whatever you want, and associate with whomever you please. You don’t have to like the Ruan family women.”

Reaching this point, his tone became slightly stronger. “Just one thing, your grandfather is old, you are not allowed to talk back to him!” But immediately, his voice weakened again. “You can just put on a front and act differently behind his back, can’t you?”

Having said this, he glanced at the silent Heavy Xuan Zun again and muttered, “I know your wings are strong now, and you probably won’t listen much to this old man. But as your father, the old man still has to say what needs to be said.”

When others referred to themselves as “this old man,” they were usually fierce and aggressive. He, however, immediately softened the moment the words left his mouth, as if simply seeking support for himself.

Heavy Xuan Zun sighed and put down the brush in his hand. He looked at him somewhat seriously. “Father, everything about you is good.”

Heavy Xuan Ming Guang hummed through his nostrils. “Just say it straight, which point isn’t good?” He lifted his chin slightly, displaying an air of arrogance. Scold me, go ahead and scold me, find fault with me! That tactic of praising before criticizing, this old man has seen plenty! There are not a few people in the Lin Zi noble circle who look down on this old man, but this old man knows his worth! Do they think they can look down on him? To hell with that! Say whatever you want about me, say it all! Your grandfather has trained this old man from a young age, and this old man hasn’t lost a single bit of himself! Am I afraid of a little brat like you? That’s what he thought to himself.

But Heavy Xuan Zun chuckled. “There is nothing after that. Just that one sentence… Everything about you is good.”

Heavy Xuan Ming Guang was silent for a moment, then curled his lips. “Just spouting nonsense!” He flung his sleeve and walked disdainfully towards the exit. As he reached the door, he paused for a moment, lifting his head higher. He stepped out of the doorway. Just like that, he arrogantly departed.