Chapter 52: Waiting to Call Me Daddy
Chapter 52: Waiting to Call Me Daddy
“Jiang Taixuan, you are despicable, shameless, and ungrateful. Our Clear Moon Academy will never coexist with you!” Clear Moon Academy mentor Lin Chen posted.
When it came to online insults, I’d never been afraid!
Jiang Taixuan sneered and said disdainfully, “May I ask, great Mentor Lin Chen, how exactly am I despicable, shameless, and ungrateful? My Divine Devil Dojo is stronger than yours. Since you can’t beat us, all you can do is slander me?”
Lin Chen’s face turned green with anger. He gritted his teeth and said, “You are from Clear Moon Academy, yet you stole the Land Deed, seized Qingyue Forest, belittled Clear Moon Academy to draw attention, and built yourself up. You are truly shameless.”
“Hah, stole? Mentor Lin Chen, I admire your ability to twist the truth and frame people. Since I entered Qingyue Forest, I haven’t been to Clear Moon City even once. So, how did I steal it?”
That damned Steward Zhang, screw you!
Lin Chen roared inwardly. How could Clear Moon Academy produce a useless person like Steward Zhang?
“Jiang Taixuan, I’m not going to argue with you. If you have the guts, accept the challenge,” Lin Chen angrily replied.
“How should we fight? Foundation Building versus Foundation Building, Innate Realm versus Innate Realm? As long as Mentor Lin Chen says the word, the Divine Devil Dojo will oblige!” Jiang Taixuan was amused. A martial arts competition? Aren’t you just sticking your face out for me to slap?
“Since you’ve been bragging about how strong your Divine Devil Dojo is and how Clear Moon Academy can’t compare, let’s have our disciples compete. However, Top Grade Bloodlines cannot be used,” Lin Chen said.
“The Divine Devil Dojo just opened. A disciple competition? Lin Chen, has your head been squeezed by a door? You can casually send a Martial Arts Ninth Stage or an Innate Martial Artist. How can we compete on our side?” Jiang Taixuan sneered.
“Our Clear Moon Academy isn’t that shameless. Lin Yuan, Martial Arts Fourth Stage. Your Divine Devil Dojo is so impressive; surely you won’t be unable to compete even with a Martial Arts Fourth Stage disciple?” Lin Chen mocked.
“I don’t take disciples. I only have customers,” Jiang Taixuan said lightly.
“You’re afraid, aren’t you?” Lin Chen ridiculed. “If you’re afraid, just admit defeat now. Behave yourself from now on and stop using such dirty tricks to disgust people.”
“Why would I be afraid? I accept. However, what will be the terms after the competition?” Jiang Taixuan asked.
“If the Divine Devil Dojo loses, you will surrender yourselves for execution, the dojo will dissolve, and you will never appear again!”
“And if Clear Moon Academy loses?” Jiang Taixuan sneered.
Lin Chen took a deep breath, glanced at the other mentors and the master, and a flash of confidence appeared in his eyes. “If Clear Moon loses, we will never set foot in Qingyue Forest again. In the future, whenever we encounter anyone from the Divine Devil Dojo, we will keep our distance!”
“Not enough. If Clear Moon Academy loses, add one more condition: admit that you are inferior to the Divine Devil Dojo,” Jiang Taixuan said.
“You… Fine, I agree. Just wait to die,” Lin Chen replied through gritted teeth.
“Very well, I accept. However, does anyone know Lin Yuan? Is he really at Martial Arts Fourth Stage?” Jiang Taixuan agreed immediately and then looked for a few familiar regular customers.
“Lin Yuan is the grandson of Elder Lin Hong. His talent is average. He’s fifteen years old, Martial Arts Fourth Stage—a mediocre person. However, the Hundred Broken Secret Realm is about to open, which might greatly improve him,” Tang Yuelu replied.
“Lin Hong has two grandsons. One of them was a genius who joined the Enforcement Hall, but for some reason, he died. Now, they probably want to cultivate Lin Yuan,” Wang Yuan replied.
The grandson of an elder? Enforcement Hall?
Jiang Taixuan was momentarily stunned. Could it be that young man among the three who were killed? Before he died, he mentioned his background—the grandson of an elder.
“Jiang Taixuan, are you satisfied now? Our Clear Moon Academy isn’t as despicable as you are,” Lin Chen sneered.
“Since that’s the case, I accept the competition. How could a tiny Clear Moon Academy possibly nurture a master? You decide the time and place,” Jiang Taixuan said coldly.
“Three days from now, outside Qingyue Forest,” Lin Chen sneered and added, “Ximen Qing cannot participate, and neither can you. You also cannot hire any famous Martial Artists or exceptionally talented Martial Artists. You must nurture someone yourself.”
“What we’re competing in is the ability to nurture Martial Artists. Even a mediocre person with average talent can be trained into a master!” Lin Chen added another point to shut Jiang Taixuan up.
When it came to top-tier geniuses, once Ximen the Fatty activated his bloodline, no one could compare. Clear Moon Academy wasn’t stupid enough to compete in innate talent, so they could only compete in nurturing ability.
“Why would I need to cheat to deal with you?” Jiang Taixuan scoffed and replied, “In three days, wait to call me Daddy.”
Poof!
Lin Chen spat blood. Damn it, call you Daddy? That bastard! That’s just a joke phrase used by those top families. How dare you actually say it?
“You can live for three more days,” Lin Chen snorted coldly and posted another thread: Clear Moon Academy versus Divine Devil Dojo disciple showdown.
The thread quickly went viral. Many Innate Realm experts read the content, and quite a few cursed out loud.
“Clear Moon Academy is too shameless! No hiring allowed, and no Top Grade Bloodlines in battle?”
“And they talk about nurturing ability? Why don’t they just say the Divine Devil Dojo can only use trash?”
“Clear Moon Academy issuing a challenge right before the Hundred Broken Secret Realm opens? I finally see it clearly—no one is as shameless as them. I had some goodwill toward them before, but now I support the Divine Devil Dojo.”
“Beat these shameless people to death. Mentor Lin Chen, Elder Lin Hong… and Head Li Qianming are all representing Clear Moon Academy.”
“I used to think the Divine Devil Dojo’s methods were dirty and low, but now it seems their methods were too gentle.”
Looking at the flood of replies, Lin Chen’s expression turned ugly, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he tagged Jiang Taixuan in the thread: “My side will send Lin Yuan. Who will your Divine Devil Dojo send?”
“Haven’t decided yet. When I find a suitable person, I’ll send the information,” Jiang Taixuan snorted coldly and added one more line at the end: “Wait to call me Daddy.”
“Hmph, all you can do is talk big. In three days, I will definitely kill you!” Lin Chen snorted coldly and didn’t reply anymore.
“Support the Field Master! Beat Clear Moon Academy to death!”
“Support the Field Master! Make Clear Moon Academy call you Daddy!”
On the Celestial Network, Jiang Taixuan now knew quite a few people. Moreover, Clear Moon Academy was especially shameless this time, so many chose to support Jiang Taixuan. After all, it was just a verbal statement—it didn’t cost any money, and it could annoy Clear Moon Academy.
Closing the Celestial Network, Jiang Taixuan felt troubled. Who should he find now?
He didn’t care about talent. As long as someone had money, he could turn them into a peerless monster. But finding someone in Clear Moon City who was both a waste and rich wasn’t easy.
Besides, if such a waste existed, they would have already become famous.
He was running a business. If he had snacks, it was fine for his own people to eat them, but giving them to a waste for no reason, especially someone with no ability to pay back, would be like throwing money into the water.
“When the time comes, I’ll have Ximen the Fatty go to Clear Moon City to look. If that doesn’t work, I’ll just grab someone randomly. As long as it hurts Clear Moon Academy, I’ll consider it the cost of completing the mission,” Jiang Taixuan muttered.
The sky darkened, and night fell. Ximen the Fatty went back to sleep, as he had to wake up early tomorrow—Jiang Taixuan still had things for him to do.
Jiang Taixuan didn’t close the dojo door. He leaned on the counter, thinking about his plans for the next day.
The night was deep. Four figures moved swiftly, like ghosts, without making a sound.
The four arrived at the dojo entrance. Seeing the open door, they paused for a moment, then slipped inside and began to search around.
Jiang Taixuan blinked, looking at the four in confusion. Are you really this bold?
Once inside the dojo, the four first looked around. Jiang Taixuan slowly hid behind the counter. Seeing that the dojo was empty, the four relaxed and began to whisper among themselves.
“What do we do now?” one of them asked.
“Take all the Divine Arts, Secret Techniques, physique bloodlines, and those pills,” the black-clothed leader said in a low voice.
Upon hearing this, the other three quickly moved to the shelves, grabbed them, and tried to lift with all their might.
Huh?
No reaction?
The three looked at the shelves in shock. Their strength wasn’t weak—they could lift even a thousand-pound boulder. Yet, they couldn’t move a single shelf.
“What do we do?” The three were dumbfounded. They used all their strength but couldn’t budge a shelf?