Chapter 43

Deep in the night, there was no sleepiness in the struggle for peace.

His room faced the street, so the noise on the street was especially audible.

The street was full of people.

In order to fight for a place, there were also many people who fought for it.

Fighting wasn't a strange thing in the city of Illusory Paradise.

What are you looking at? This isn't the most bizarre reason for fighting, why don't you look at me and I'll start fighting as well.

Not to mention, tomorrow would be the first match between the Heavenly Enlightenment Academy and the Mirage World Academy.

People are in a state of excitement, and there is no need for a reason to fight.

Half a year passed by quietly. Amidst the ruckus outside, An Zhe could not help but laugh bitterly.

Xiao Qidao and the others were growing very fast, but he was still stuck in a stalemate.

According to the rules, cultivators could all feel their dantian's Qi Sea. This was the most basic thing.

However, until now, An Zhe still did not feel that his dantian's Qi Sea had any cultivation power.

He got up and opened the window, then his face changed.

Du, Qu'Er and Little Seven stood neatly outside his window.

Upon seeing An Xuan, the three of them bowed and called out, "Sect Master."

An Zhan froze, and he suddenly felt like crying.

Qu Liu`er mustered up her courage and said loudly, "No matter what the result will be tomorrow, you will always be our Sect Master."

They think we're children, just playing house.

It doesn't matter. What matters is that we know our seriousness and our persistence.

"An Zhan, perhaps you're giving yourself a lot of pressure because you're worried that you haven't let us cultivate properly, but everything you've done is the best for us. No one can take your place in our hearts."

Skinny Du brandished his fist: "Let's fight. Don't worry about winning or losing."

"Even if we lose, we'll just wander the world with you."

Xiao Qidao followed, "Let's fight it out together!"

An Zhan said with a hoarse voice, "But I said I would be your sect leader, it's just … It's just a joke back then."

"I lied to you, I don't have the ability to become the Sect Master, nor do I have the ability to make this place stand tall and not fall."

Qu Liu-er smoothed her hair that had been blown up by the wind. "We take it seriously. Very seriously."

Skinny Du: "Hmm, so your joke isn't a joke anymore."

"You are our Master, our Master, our Teacher."

The doorman, Madman Qu hugged Old Huo's arm. "This bunch of brats … Why do I want to cry?"

Lao Huo wanted to push his arm away in disgust, but he failed. In the end, he could only accept it helplessly.

The more Madman Qu saw, the more moved he became. He then used Old Huo's sleeve to wipe away his tears and snot.

Old Huo turned around, picked up the wine gourd, and smacked Crooked Man Qu on the head with it.

"Go rest."

"Since you are willing to be deceived by me, then I will continue to deceive you, tricking you to come forward with me."

Now go rest, ignore the people outside, get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow morning do your best.

"We can lose, but we can't admit defeat."

Skinny Du and the others bent over in a neat manner, solemnly bowed to pay their respects, then turned around and left.

Halfway there, he turned his head and looked at An Zeng. "You really are the most handsome man in my heart."

Andersen chuckled, then nodded.

He took a deep breath, suddenly feeling that regardless of tomorrow's outcome, it did not matter anymore.

He had already changed thin Du, Qu'Er, and Little Seven. He had even changed Madman Qu, letting them learn to trust each other.

They had not been affected by such a vile and unclean environment. They had maintained the good feeling in their hearts, and even if they were to separate from themselves in the future, they had already laid the foundation stone for their lives.

An Zaiyue knew that his greatest success was not in cultivating them, but in helping them learn to support each other, to care for each other, to trust each other.

When An Xuan walked to the doorman, Madman Qu was still holding Old Huo's arm and sighing with emotion.

Old Huo asked where you were going. An Zou pointed outside and said, "I suddenly remembered that I don't have any decent clothes. I should wear something more formal tomorrow. I'll go out and see if the tailor shop is open."

Old Huo shook his head, "It's already so late, how could there be a tailor shop open? Even if it were to open, we wouldn't be able to make a decent set of clothes by tomorrow morning."

"Fortunately, you have Old Huo, the omnipotent Old Huo."

He pulled a box out from under the bed, then took out a few clothes and handed them to Anjou. "I made them," he said.

An Zaiyue smiled. "What else is there that Old Huo doesn't know."

Old Huo proudly said, "As long as you can do it with both hands, Old Huo will do it."

Andersen left with the clothes in his arms, then put them in front of the door of their room.

When he returned to his room and changed his clothes, Anthea saw that the dress he wore was of a grown-up style, solemn and formal.

The black robe just reached his ankles, neither longer nor shorter than a minute.

The clothes were perfect, neither fat nor thin.

This set of clothes made An Zhe seem more mature. He really did look like the Sect Master of a sect.

On the left chest area of Old Huo's shirt, he even embroidered two words... Heavenly Awakening.

Wear adult clothes in the room and go out to be a hero.

He looked at himself in the copper mirror, then took a deep breath. "You've dealt with a situation ten thousand times more dangerous than this. It's nothing. You've already succeeded."

When the sun rose, the people outside had already blocked off the main street.

At the entrance of the Heavenly Enlightenment Martial Academy, the crowd was so crowded that they were almost about to smash open the gate.

These people were afraid of knocking on the doors and the walls of the yard as they shouted, "Come out!"

Come out!

"Come out!"

When An Zeng walked out of the room, Skinny and the others had already tidied up.

All of them wore black school uniforms that suited them perfectly. Even Du was thin and skinny.

Although everyone did not have a good rest, everyone appeared to be in high spirits.

Old Huo slowly walked out from the doorman and opened the gate of the Martial Arts Academy.

The people outside began to split apart like the tide, and they began to wave their arms. "Victory!"

Victory!

Not because they were moved, of course, but because they were betting.

A big bearded man shouted to An Zeng and the others, "I've already bet all the money on you guys, I'm just waiting for you guys to get cold."

"If you dare to lose, I'll kill you!"

An Zeng turned his head to the side, then suddenly, a cannon shot into the sky at the burly man's lower jaw, knocking him backwards.

This punch had sent that burly man flying into the crowd. Who knew how many people he had knocked down?

The big man's jaw was broken, several teeth were missing, and his mouth was full of blood.

An Zhan stared at the chaotic crowd with a calm expression on his face.

At this moment, everyone quieted down. They looked at the ten-year-old boy and suddenly felt that the disdain in the boy's eyes was truly awe-inspiring.

Such a huge scene caused the disciples of the Fantasy World Academy who had thought they would win to become nervous.

They stood at the gate of the Institute and looked in An's direction. There were too many people, and they were beginning to feel nervous.

A student looked at the sea of people outside, so nervous that his face was contorted. "We will definitely win, right … those little things on the other side are just bluffing, right?"

No one answered him, because this was also the first time the students of the Academy had encountered such a scene.

On the main street, hundreds of men dressed in black separated the crowd. Those who moved slightly slower were all knocked over by the staves.

Those burly men were like fiends. The people on the street all retreated to the sides, so much so that many people were squeezed into the trees and the walls of the courtyard.

The black-clothed men cleared the path and then escorted a group of people towards the Martial Arts Academy.

This person was the owner of the casino in Illusory Realm City, a senior in his third year.

An Zhan had never seen this person before, so he always felt that this person would be a rough and sturdy man.

However, when he saw this person, he realized how unbelievable the rumors outside were.

The seniors were not boorish at all. They were not even ostentatious.

He wore a set of clothes. He walked at a moderate pace, always able to make his followers follow behind him.

Judging from his temperament, he looked more like a scholar. He did not have the stench of copper, but rather, a scholarly air.

"Little mister."

When the third year saw the conflict, he nodded slightly, "The first time we met, I was called the third year."

An Zhan nodded slightly as well. "May I help you?"

The twelfth grade said, "It's nothing. I just wanted to ask if you have any other requests for help before the competition."

An Zhe replied, "It was very noisy, so I was a little anxious."

The third year responded with a grunt before turning his head around. "Whoever dares to speak in this street will have their tongue cut off immediately."

The black-clothed man in the casino then spread out his hands and shouted, yelling that whoever spoke would cut off their tongue.

However, there were too many people gathered here. It was inevitable that some people would not hear or would deliberately jeer at them.

Those big men didn't say much. When they saw someone jeering, they rushed forward and directly pulled him out of the crowd. They opened their mouths and were about to cut their tongues off.

The surrounding people immediately dispersed, each and every one of them turning pale with fright.

An Xuan said, "If you keep shouting, it won't be too late."

The third year responded with a grunt, "Since little mister has spoken, then we'll let them off for now. If there's anyone else making a ruckus, there's no need to cut their tongue. Just kill them."

The men responded with a loud crash, and no one dared to speak again.

"What else can I do?"

The third year asked more than that.

"I haven't had breakfast yet."

The tall student then turned around and said, "The little mister from the Martial Arts Academy wants to have breakfast. Go and get some, it's more exquisite. Don't cook some big fish and big meat that you usually eat."

"You people are too vulgar to find a cleaner shop and get as much as you can."

More than a hundred big men scattered out at once. Needless to say, they were definitely not there to buy it.

However, the more people there were, the easier it would be. Ten minutes later, a table was placed on the street with many exquisite snacks placed on it.

The men were still bringing the food to the table. Soon, the table was stacked with food.

"Eat."

An Zhan said these two words indifferently.

"Yes, Sovereign."

"Sect Leader?"

The third year was stunned for a moment before he couldn't hold back his laughter.

When he saw An Zeng looking at him, he quickly explained, "Don't mind me, I just... couldn't hold it in."

An Zeng didn't pay any attention to them and led the three of them to sit down to eat.

Then, An Zhe got Skinny Du to call Old Huo and Madman Qu over. Everyone in the Heavenly Enlightenment Martial Academy was sitting among the ten thousand people, eating their breakfast. They were seriously discussing which dish was the least tasty.

On the other side of the courtyard, the other disciples were already trembling with nervousness.

Zhen Zhuang Bi stood at the doorway, feeling that he had already lost in terms of momentum.

Therefore, he was a little annoyed and turned around. "Open the gate and let the people outside see the bearing of our academy's disciples."

The main gate of the academy opened, and over a hundred disciples in white uniforms walked out, forming two rows on the main street.

Zhen Zhuang and Bi walked out from behind. Behind them were several disciples of this time's competition, including Chen Zhou.

In the end, the academy still won more people. When they saw the students of the academy come out, they all subconsciously cheered.

When he saw the black-clothed men, he immediately shut his mouth.

Thus, the situation was somewhat awkward for the academy.

"Are you full?"

Zhen Zhuangbi raised her hand and pointed at An Zaiyue, "If you're full, come and fight!"

An Zeng picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then calmly replied, "Three rounds."

Zhen Zhuang Bi said, "Alright, three rounds and two wins!"

An Zhan shook his head, "No, losing a match is our loss."

He stood up and slowly walked towards Zhen Zhuangbi. "If we don't win all three games, we'll get the hell out of here."