Chapter 435: Chapter 432: Holy Teaching Star

Barbarian Three Punches gulped, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Was this a joke? As the "creator" of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he had only managed to grasp the third form, yet the student he was guiding had mastered the fifth form in one go. How could he possibly believe this?

The key was that just a moment ago, this kid was a "martial arts dunce" with no coordination. Suddenly, he’d transformed into a martial arts genius.

If this wasn’t a slap in his face, what was?

Feng Hao himself hadn’t expected to pull off the fifth form in one go. He only knew that when he channeled his Magic Power, he felt like a fish in water, and the move came out naturally.

Snapping out of his surprise, Feng Hao subconsciously looked over at Barbarian Three Punches, wanting to ask him something.

But when he turned his head, he found Barbarian Three Punches staring wide-eyed, the corner of his mouth twitching. He was looking at Feng Hao as if he’d seen a ghost.

"Huh? Uncle Man, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Feng Hao asked with an innocent look on his face.

Barbarian Three Punches was startled back to his senses. He stared at him for a long time, clutched his chest, and said through a twitching mouth, "My body’s fine. It’s just... my heart can’t take it."

"Oh no, that’s a huge problem! We can’t be careless. Here, let me diagnose you," Feng Hao said with a serious expression.

"..." A dark look crossed Barbarian Three Punches’s face. He said irritably, "That won’t be necessary."

"How could that be okay? Heart trouble is a serious issue. Besides, I’m a Ninth-level Alchemist. I can definitely cure you."

"Cure my ass! Now get the hell out of my sight! Scram as far away as you can!" The corner of Barbarian Three Punches’s mouth twitched. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Feng Hao was utterly confused. "But I still have to learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from you."

"Learn my ass! What’s left to learn?" Barbarian Three Punches sounded like he wanted to cry but had no tears. "Anyway, I can’t teach you anymore. Scram! Don’t let me see you again!"

Feng Hao was completely dumbfounded. He had no idea why Barbarian Three Punches was so angry, but he could only nod dejectedly and take his leave.

After leaving Barbarian Three Punches’s house, it was still early. Feng Hao decided to go to the academy to see Yao Girl and share the joy of having learned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

As for Barbarian Three Punches’s bizarre reaction, he had already put it to the back of his mind.

He waved his arms and legs, punching and kicking all the way, seriously pondering the moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. As he ambled toward the Five Provinces Academy, anyone who didn’t know better would have thought he was having a fit.

But before he could reach the academy, he suddenly received a Listening Stone Communication from Xu Zhenzhen:

"Feng Hao, Sister Yao Ying has been cornered by people from the Ghost Realm! You have to come over, quickly!"

"What’s going on?" Feng Hao’s expression darkened as he asked coldly.

Xu Zhenzhen’s voice was filled with anxiety. "I don’t know either. The show just ended, and a group from the Ghost Realm rushed backstage. They’re insisting on ’inviting’ Sister Yao Ying for a drink, and we can’t stop them."

Hearing this, Feng Hao had a good idea of what was happening. He guessed those disciples from the Ghost Realm were thinking with their lower halves.

’Do they have any idea who they’re dealing with? Did they really think they could just hit on and harass a big celebrity? Not to mention, a celebrity that he, Feng Hao, had personally made famous.’

"Stall them. I’m on my way."

Cutting off the communication, Feng Hao’s expression was thunderous. He immediately piloted the Mansa and sped toward the scene.

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「Fifth Ring Star Realm, Taixu Star System」

As the home base of the Taixu Sect, the prosperity here was beyond doubt. Amidst this flourishing star system, a verdant green planet stood out, enveloped in a sacred glow. This was the headquarters of the Taixu Sect, the Holy Teaching Star.

At this moment, within a grand and sacred palace on the Holy Teaching Star, a luxuriously dressed, middle-aged noblewoman was processing the sect’s documents.

Perhaps due to her demanding duties, the noblewoman appeared weary. She leaned back quietly on a long chair, her elegant hand gently pinching the bridge of her nose.

Before long, a pretty handmaiden hurried in, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Sect Leader, a message has arrived from the Ancient Cang Realm. Xiaoluan is waiting in the Secret Realm."

The noblewoman’s eyes snapped open, an imperceptible trace of excitement rippling across her calm face. "Finally, there’s news of him. Qing’Er, you wait here. If anyone comes, have them wait."

"I understand," the pretty handmaiden replied with a respectful nod.

The noblewoman nodded in satisfaction, her eyes filled with unconcealed urgency. With a ripple of spatial energy, she vanished from the spot.

When she reappeared, she was at the foot of an Origin Node outside the palace. Gazing up at it, the noblewoman hesitated apprehensively for a long time before finally leaping into the node.

Dangers lurked everywhere inside the Ten-layered Origin Secret Realm, but the noblewoman paid them no mind. Instead, she immediately initiated a Listening Stone Communication with West Moon Ridge.

"Xiaoluan, have you found the Guardian? When is he coming back?" the noblewoman asked, her tone one of extreme urgency.

West Moon Ridge shook his head helplessly and, with a wry smile, relayed the Thief Master’s message.

After hearing what West Moon Ridge had to say, the noblewoman froze. Panic, the likes of which she had never shown before, flooded her exquisitely beautiful and noble features. "Impossible. He can’t live without me."

"Lord Guardian said to let the past be the past. He still has his own mission to complete," West Moon Ridge relayed faithfully.

At his words, the noblewoman’s delicate frame trembled. Scenes from the past flowed through her heart like scorching magma—hot and agonizingly painful.

"Does he... really not want to come back?" the noblewoman asked, her voice trembling.

"Judging from Lord Guardian’s attitude at the time, that does seem to be the case."

The noblewoman nodded dejectedly and ended the communication, crestfallen. She didn’t even know how she got back to the palace on the Holy Teaching Star.

Inside the palace, the handmaiden Qing’Er saw her mistress’s dazed expression and tactfully stood to the side, not daring to disturb her.

After a long while, the noblewoman seemed to have figured something out, suddenly snapping out of her despondent state.

"No. I have to go find him." The noblewoman unconsciously clenched her fists, then turned to the handmaiden beside her. "Qing’Er, if I remember correctly, it’s time for the Bloodline Planet’s Root-Finding Ceremony again, isn’t it?"

"That’s right. By my calculations, it’s less than a year away."

The noblewoman abruptly stood up, her expression resolute. "Send word. Tell them I will be accompanying the Holy Hall’s delegation to the Ancient Cang Realm."

"This... I’m afraid..." the handmaiden said, her expression conflicted.

"What is it? Is there a problem?" the noblewoman asked with a frown, not understanding.

The handmaiden hastily explained, "You may not be aware, Sect Leader, but the delegations to the various Bloodline Planets already departed two days ago."

"They left two days ago? How did I not know?" the noblewoman’s expression soured.

"You were the one who personally approved their departure," the young handmaiden said cautiously, afraid of angering the noblewoman before her.

Hearing this, the noblewoman looked instantly embarrassed. She gritted her teeth and snapped, "Then what are you standing around for? Go prepare the fastest space shuttle and the best pilot. I don’t care what it takes, we have to catch up to them."

"But you’re the Sect Leader. If you leave so casually, the Elders will certainly make things difficult," the handmaiden said, trying hesitantly to dissuade her.

"Enough nonsense. Just go and do as I say."

"Very well. I will go prepare at once," the handmaiden replied, accepting the order with resignation before hurrying off.

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