The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 291 - 103: Oral Decree (Daily Additional Updates)

Chapter 291: Chapter 103: Oral Decree (Daily Additional Updates)

Mr. Wuqu stood with his hands behind his back before the grand entrance of Mountain River Academy, his eyes closed as he listened to the horse hooves’ sounds growing from faint to loud.

The sound of the hooves, though frequent and swift, was crisp and powerful. By listening to the sound alone, Mr. Wuqu, proficient in Horse Judging Skill, could ascertain that this was an outstanding horse seldom seen.

However...

This was no reason for someone to gallop so wildly before the solemn grounds of the academy.

His eyes suddenly wide open, a brilliant light shone in Mr. Wuqu’s eyes. His figure, standing as tall and firm as a deep pool or towering mountain, seemed to visibly grow taller, continuously rising.

The rider, who had already caught sight of the academy’s gate, seemed to see a figure resembling a Heavenly God enlarging in his view, growing bigger and bigger until it filled his entire sight, a godly awe emanating from those cold, indifferent eyes looking down on his insignificant self.

"Shh—"

The black Imperial Steed he was riding suddenly reared up, its front hooves flailing in the air, emitting a long neigh.

Upon seeing his mount lose control, the rider couldn’t help but tighten the reins, trying to calm the steed.

"How dare you! Before the gates of the academy, how dare you charge your horse recklessly!" Mr. Wuqu’s reprimand at that moment echoed like thunder in the rider’s ears, deafening him.

The rider, possessing considerable cultivation, found himself unable to control his power under the thunderous scolding, and was thrown off the horse.

After the rider was thrown, the Imperial Steed, now freed from the tightened reins, instinctively raced downhill, trying desperately to escape the Heavenly God-like figure, to get as far away as possible.

The fallen rider, dressed in a vermilion eunuch’s attire, was indeed an eunuch from the Imperial Palace.

At that moment, after tumbling around on the ground, the eunuch felt dizzy and disoriented. Once the dizziness subsided, he realized that the mountainous figure he had previously seen had already disappeared. Now, before the gates of Mountain River Academy, stood only one figure.

Though this figure was tall, it was still within the range of normal human height. The eunuch, understanding martial arts, naturally realized that his mind had been intimidated, creating an illusion.

Knowing the vast difference between himself and that man, the eunuch, though extremely furious, dared not curse out loud. Instead, he dusted off the dirt from his clothes and walked respectfully and slowly toward the gates of Mountain River Academy.

As the eunuch reached the gate, Feng Jiu, who had hurriedly followed using Qinggong, also arrived.

Feng Jiu first saluted Mr. Wuqu with a bow, "This student saw someone racing their horse on the mountain path in a hurry, my heart became anxious, and I used Qinggong to chase after, but it was a bit presumptuous, I hope sir will forgive my offense!"

"No matter," Mr. Wuqu responded with a gentle nod.

After completing his salute, Feng Jiu turned to the eunuch, sternly saying, "You, eunuch, dare to charge your horse before the sacred land of the academy; do you truly no longer wish to live?"

Feng Jiu’s voice was harsh, but the eunuch seemed not to mind. As a person from the Imperial Palace, these eunuchs were inherently arrogant. Since Feng Jiu was not on good terms with the Emperor, these imperial servants naturally wouldn’t show any respect to displease their master.

Even though Feng Jiu’s status was increasingly prominent, it made no difference; no matter how high his status, he still couldn’t harm one of the Emperor’s servants.

Seeing the contemptuous demeanor of the eunuch, Feng Jiu’s face grew colder, his internal Tribulation Power turning into strong True Qi, ready to teach him a lesson.

"Charging your horse before Mountain River Academy, I would be justified in killing you," Mr. Wuqu suddenly spoke up, "Now, you had better provide a suitable reason, or even if it escalates to the Emperor, you won’t escape a death sentence."

Compared to Feng Jiu, Mr. Wuqu’s intention to kill was real and palpable, fully justified to end the life of this eunuch.

Immediately sensing the shift in the wind, the opportunistic eunuch quickly smiled obsequiously, "This humble servant Xiao Guizi, this lack of etiquette was due to urgency over the Emperor’s imperial command, if I have been disrespectful, I hope sir forgives me."

"Oh, what command did the Emperor give?"

Eunuch Xiao Guizi hastily replied, "The Emperor’s verbal command invites Dean Zhuge of Mountain River Academy to attend a banquet tonight at Wanfu Pavilion in the Imperial Palace, to enjoy Laba Porridge with His Majesty and the Hundred Officials, celebrating the Laba Festival together."

Inviting Dean Zhuge to the Festival for Laba together?

Feng Jiu and Mr. Wuqu both suddenly had the same question in their minds.

Why first invite the Esoteric Sect monk to recite scriptures, and then Dean Zhuge to attend the banquet? What was this about? A show of force? Weren’t they afraid of provoking the wrath of the Confucian?

Another question arose in Feng Jiu’s mind.

Looking at Mr. Wuqu, his confusion was even deeper than Feng Jiu’s. After all, the cancellation of the family banquet, enjoying porridge with the Hundred Officials, and inviting the Esoteric Sect monk to chant scriptures were all decrees issued this morning by Feng Tianming, and Mr. Wuqu was completely unaware.

"Sir, the Emperor also invited the Esoteric Sect monk to chant scriptures and pray for blessings," Feng Jiu whispered to Mr. Wuqu.

Immediately, Mr. Wuqu’s face turned ashen. He and Feng Jiu had the same thought, believing that Feng Tianming was showing off to the Confucian faction that had been entrenched in Northern Zhou for many years.

Normally short-tempered, Mr. Wuqu was about to erupt, but upon considering that the other party was ultimately conveying the Emperor’s decree, he forcibly suppressed his True Qi and stiffly said, "I will report to the Dean."

"You, go now."

These few words, Mr. Wuqu spat out one by one, his anger palpable, making Xiao Guizi, who had witnessed Mr. Wuqu’s might, tremble in fear, worried that Mr. Wuqu would not be able to restrain himself and literally split him in half.

Hearing he could leave, Xiao Guizi felt like he had received a great pardon and turned to run, afraid that Mr. Wuqu might change his mind and vent his anger on him.

"Sir," Feng Jiu called.

"Come, accompany me to see the Dean."

...

Inside the Wuya Inn.

Dressed in a cyan robe, Zhuge Longsu, looking younger than ever after advancing to the Ascend to God, listened to Mr. Wuqu’s words and laughed, "What is it that has made you so angry, Mr. Wuqu? It turns out to be such a matter."

"Dean, this is not a trivial matter," Mr. Wuqu hurriedly said.

"No worries, no worries," Zhuge Longsu waved his hand, "be at peace, it won’t turn into a big issue."

"The Emperor inviting monks to pray for blessings for Great Zhou is also a good thing, no need to be anxious, but..."

Zhuge Longsu chuckled, "I have been feeling unwell recently, catching a chill easily, and it’s a real pity to go to the Imperial Palace to enjoy Laba Porridge at night!"

Hearing this, everyone present couldn’t help but be dumbfounded, thinking whether the Divinity Realm warrior really could be sick and vulnerable to the cold, or if he was just jesting.

"Let Ouyang go in my place."

Zhuge Longsu looked at Ouyang Yan standing nearby, "Ouyang, I entrust this task to you."

"Yes, teacher," Ouyang Yan responded.

"Remember, do not be rude, just smile and be polite no matter what," Zhuge Longsu instructed.

"Student understands."

"And Feng Jiu, today’s affair has truly bothered you. Tonight, I will still need you to put in more effort and assist Ouyang at the banquet," Zhuge Longsu said to Feng Jiu.

"Yes, Dean," Feng Jiu joyfully said.

Assisting. Ouyang Yan didn’t really need assistance, but rather it was Feng Jiu, among all the princes, who was least favored by the Emperor and who actually needed Ouyang Yan’s support.

These words from Zhuge Longsu were indeed a form of recognition for Feng Jiu’s effort.