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Chapter 500: Invincible School

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Hong Meng’s smile stiffened. He sat down on the chair and fidgeted. “Actually... I did try that, but...”

He trailed off mid-sentence and shrank back in his chair. He looked so guilty that his chin was nearly touching the ground.

Lonemoon hesitated. Something clicked in his head. He finally figured something out. “You didn’t get beaten up by all of them, did you?”

“...” Hong Meng’s head sank lower.

“Holy shit! And you really lost?” Wasn’t he an ancient god? He was even more shameful than Fatty!

“B-B-Boss...” Hong Meng’s face flushed red as his eyes darted around the room, as if looking for somewhere he could hide his face in. “When they entered Samsara, they had the intention of suppressing all the other races, so... So they brought their cultivations along with them.”

“So...” Lonemoon jumped to his feet. “Those 12 people still have the cultivations of ancient gods?”

“Y-Y-Yes...”

“Heh heh, goodbye!” Lonemoon turned around and started to walk out of the room.

“No!” Hong Meng clung onto his leg and turned to Shen Ying. “You promised you would help me out.”

“Go and beg her – what are you clinging onto me for?” Lonemoon tried to shake him off, but failed. “She was the one who promised you, so go to her instead. Ask her to help you locate all 12 of them. You were the one who created this mess. I’m washing my hands off this.”

12...

Shen Ying, who had been gnawing on her fruit, paused. She seemed to sense that she was in trouble. Thus, she stood up and said seriously, “Father Niu is right. We’re washing our hands off this. Chef, let’s go back and cook!”

“Yes Master, no problem Master!”

Hong Meng: “...” Didn’t they say they would help him?

“This is more than just a slip in procedure – it’s caused by the birth of spiritual awareness, isn’t it?” Fatty suddenly spoke up.

Hong Meng paused and turned to face him.

“What do you mean?”

“Aren’t they the first batch of living creatures to have spiritual awareness in this realm?” Fatty asked matter-of-factly. “Let’s put that problem with the mixed auras aside. Be it demonic beasts or humans, without any guidance, they would not naturally know about the system. As much as the original source may be contaminated with waste auras, the most that would affect is the quality of their bodies,” Fatty continued. “Because nobody would have been around to tell them right from wrong.”

Even if the Heavenly Dao wanted to punish them from above, they would not even understand where they went wrong. So it was not a proper system that they were missing, but people who would teach them what the system was about.

Hong Meng stared blankly at him. That was indeed the case. The 12 ancient gods entered Samsara to try to lead the races to cultivate properly and end the mess. However, they too ended up on the wrong path.

“But I’m afraid that if I keep interfering...” He was really afraid that he would end up causing more trouble instead. Things were messy enough as they were.

“Isn’t your main aim just to get the system up and running?” Fatty was not as worried as Hong Meng was. “Things can’t get any worse than they are now. Why don’t you just tell them what they’re meant to do?”

“Huh?” Hong Meng was absolutely confused. What was this man talking about?

“Fatty means to say...” Lonemoon sighed. “You need to start a school!”

“...” What’s that?

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Perhaps it was because Hong Meng was in a pitiful state as things were. What’s more, this plane was related to Shen Ying in some sense. At last, Lonemoon could not find it in him to just walk away. He agreed to help Hong Meng establish the rules of the Heavenly Dao. Fatty was right – everything was in a mess now not only because these living creatures were contaminated with waste auras that caused them to be innately ferocious. The more substantial reason was that nothing was controlling them. No one was there to teach them how to be humans – no, nobody was there to teach them how to be gods.

That’s right – those fighting the fiercest battles were the divine beings.

Hong Meng and the others did have a fighting chance to begin with, because even the strongest divine beings were no match for more than ten ancient gods. Too bad, Hong Meng became too fearful of humans going extinct. He was too fearful that this newly formed plane would be destroyed.

In addition, the Heavenly Dao in this plane had not yet been established. There was no way that they could calculate the future. That pushed them to mess around with Samsara, in order to reduce the negative influence it was having on the living creatures. In the end, not only were they unable to solve the problem, they even paid with their own memories.

This was really a case of interfering when they should stand back and standing back when they should interfere.

Now, the best thing they could do was to build a foundation that would allow all the different races to exist in harmony. They also had to teach them how to treat one another, so that they could contribute to the development of the plane.

In the next three days, they set up the “Invincible Civil and Military Academy, Purple Night Palace Branch”. They changed the regulations for electing the new principal – whoever won at rock paper scissors would end up as the principal. Shen Ying obviously set out of the competition. Since chef had been holding on to a spatula in each of his hands, he chose rock. Lonemoon, unable to hold back, displayed paper. Thus, he officially became the principal of the school.

Hong Meng and Fatty were not in the running to become principal. One of them had a broken track record, and the other’s image would ruin the school’s reputation.

In order to formalize things, Lonemoon changed the signboard outside Purple Night Palace to read “Invincible Civil and Military Academy, Purple Night Palace Branch” instead. He personally supervised Hong Meng’s renovation of the public square into one that could house tens of thousands of students as well. They thought of putting a few chairs in the public square, but on realizing that the divine beings had thick and coarse skin, they decided that the students would remain on their feet instead.

Once the renovations were completed, they thought about how to recruit students.

“Would they... come?” Hong Meng asked worriedly.

“Nonsense! Of course not!”

“Huh? Ah!” Hong Meng stared blankly at Lonemoon. “Then did we do all of this for...” Nothing?

“You haven’t even put up a single advertisement – who would even know that you’ve set up a school?” Lonemoon rolled his eyes. You’re aging but your brain isn’t developing along with your body. “Naturally, people will only start coming after you put up advertisements.”

What are advertisements? Were they meant to spread messages far and wide?

“How should we... put up advertisements?”

“Fighting is the best advertisement!”

“...” What?

Lonemoon ignored him. Instead, he said, “Talk – what are the names of those 12 ancient gods reincarnated? Call them over and let Chef beat them up. Once that happens, they won’t dare to do anything stupid anymore. Then, we’ll teach them properly! We’ll teach them until they learn.” After all, they were not currently facing as much competition as they did when they first set up Invincible Sect. There was no need at all to think about their reputation. “Didn’t you say that they became the leaders of the 12 different races? Once we get them to stay, the rest will naturally follow suit.”

Hong Meng pondered for awhile. That sounded about right. “How should we call them over, then?”

“We’ll just send out the notice of battle!” Didn’t all leaders love showing off? Lonemoon pulled out a piece of paper and used his power to write on it. He made his words as cutting and rude as possible, and even slipped in a curse or two in each of his notes. His aim was to make anyone who reads it feel angry. Then, he made 11 more copies of the same letter and shoved them to Hong Meng, instructing him to send them out.