I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 419 - 212: Academy Teacher Recruitment

"Are you planning to lure a group here and burn them to death."

"I hope the one dying isn’t you."

Xinyi watched the departing figure of his father, feeling a deep sigh in his heart.

This father has too many princesses and never looked at him directly.

There was never any talk of affection in the royal family.

In the Emperor’s heart, only knowledge, ambition, and power transcended his life.

If he hadn’t rebelled, made a name for himself, making the Emperor regard him a bit more, he wouldn’t have even bothered with him, never mind visiting Xinyi Continent City.

Those princesses who didn’t rebel, who awaited the extinction of the dynasty in silence, who didn’t rescue themselves, were despised by the Emperor!

As a royal descendant, from Nine-State’s strongest literary family, you are supposed to carve out a dominion.

Whether you rebel against the Xin Dynasty, or quell chaos for the court.

To lose one’s bloodthirstiness is to lose everything.

"He already burned a group that besieged him in the Capital City."

"Acquired quite a bit of knowledge."

Xinyi understood.

Moreover, including the so-called Xirong Divine Craftsman, all the powerhouse founders of Jiushui within Xinyi Continent’s walls are within his burn targets.

But not directly killing the Xirong Divine Craftsman.

As per usual, slowly cultivating, sponsoring, allowing the other’s knowledge to reach its peak.

And when the other dies of old age, falls, spend hefty costs to increase the chance of them becoming a ghost.

Then, to kill their ghost!

Because killing the living only happens once, killing ghosts...you can kill countless times, it becomes an heirloom!

Future generations of the royal family, every one will kill a Xirong Divine Craftsman to acquire his knowledge.

The royal family has always done this.

They believe that books are the greatest essence of human inheritance.

Scholarly pursuit above all!

Thus, cultivating and sponsoring geniuses in various domains, and after their demise, their knowledge becomes entry-level literature for the royal family!

The entire Nine-State, in the eyes of that arrogant Xin Dynasty royal family back then, was one enormous library.

They were even unsatisfied with those ancient tombs outside, started planning to conquer the "Chronicles of Time," preparing to ignite an unprecedented fire to burn those ancient Saints.

In the mountain fires within the tombs, burning down dominions, towns, commoners, officials, cultivators, Saints...all fall into books, what kind of scene was that??

It’s unfortunate that such a peak mythic era reached its zenith and declined.

"Let’s see what he’s going to do."

Xinyi thought about it, watching Erya and Gao dance before him, he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

"It’s a pity, I introduced so much, wanting this Last Saint to burn the people in this shop and acquire their skills."

Xinyi revealed a hint of playful malice, somewhat regretful.

"I’m leaving." Xinyi stood up, leaving a thousand magic coins, "I’m in a good mood today, this is a reward for you."

"Oh, oh, are you leaving?"

Embers Jiucai Rong scratched his head.

Unaware that he escaped a calamity.

Someone wanted another person to burn him to death, coveting the books on "Capitalist Knowledge" in his mind.

This Xinyi King even wanted the Saint to learn their "Cosmetic Breast Enhancement Technique" books.

And learn their "Shaking Flower Hand" books.

The flattery, bootlicking, bricklaying, house building, boasting and other practical skills.

Ultimately this Last Saint resolutely refused.

If Embers Jiucai Rong knew of this, he would also say:

"Sitting on a treasure mountain without knowing it."

"That Last Saint, not killing us and learning ’skills’, missed such core techniques of the Demon Cultivators, the Shi Family next door constantly wants to come over to steal learning, covertly observing us, which shows its preciousness."

"These are all life-saving skills."

"If he dies later, he can’t blame us."

But the reality is, he had no idea he missed a Saint, he simply felt quite baffled.

"That’s very odd."

Jiucai Rong thought about it, decided to carry on with business.

No other choice.

The Nine-State has many strange guests, especially those who have mastered some cultivation technique, further affecting their demeanor.

In his eyes, this mature beauty in a white robe is simply an idle, rather melancholic wealthy offspring, spending days listening to music and chatting, shopping and strolling, clearly a lady of leisure.

...

Ximen City.

"It’s quite bustling."

Ning Zheng walked down the street, witnessing the bustling avenues.

"They are all my dominion, chaos is about to arrive, defense must be prepared, secured, and transformed into a fortress!"

Looking over his territory, Ning Zheng was quite satisfied.

The defense must be implemented, establishing a sanctuary within the chaos.

Even some indigenous residents dressed in Pingchang City attire had already used the teleportation array to come to Ximen for sightseeing.

Asked why Ning Zheng was aware these people hail from Pingchang City?

They had painting cards hanging from their waists!

The establishment of Pingchang City was uninvolved by Ning Zheng, it was Xinyi Yun’s decision according to nearby logic for stationing.

Ning Zheng was indifferent, and saw no need to intentionally care for this city.

Merely a casual encounter, neighboring towns.

No familiar faces in Pingchang City, the only one acquainted is Zhang Huaping.

Now Ning Zheng, having resolved his existential crisis, only wants to live well.

Earn honestly.

Fulfill weapon orders for the Ark.

Fulfill weapon orders for the city walls.

Both business deals bring Ning Zheng happiness and fulfillment, capable of saving lives while making money.

As for those upper-level struggles in Nine-State?

He has really got no solution!

Faced with world-ending matters, after managing to evade danger himself, he has tried to help where able, but he’s by no means a genuine Holy Mother, sacrificing himself to save the world.

Lacking the capacity to act as a Holy Mother, even giving up his life would be negligible, utterly worthless.

"Can’t become conceited, blacksmiths’ unreasoning arrogance comes from their fearlessness; I can’t follow them to death."

He strolled and observed, even specifically visiting Xirong Academy as a tourist.

Indeed.

Very lively at the entrance of Xirong Academy, throngs upon throngs, numerous people observing from outside.

Due to the world’s extremely advanced construction techniques, not to mention giant Dharma Aspect entities, the Academy’s buildings were thoroughly completed.

The current priority is recruiting instructors, students.

Actually, Ning Zheng thought building this ’Xirong Academy’ was a downright foolish move; the breakeven cycle might take a decade, just to groom the young generation.

Then, who knows how things will develop.

Don’t the blacksmiths know?

They know, yet still pursued it.

Constructed for love, for Zhang Huaping undeniably.

"But looking on the bright side, although the talents nurtured by the academy might largely be unusable, it contributes to our area’s vibrancy."

"Moreover, a major force not grooming its own youth would be suspect; a bit of sham now also works."

Estimate, they may even insert spies, attempting infiltration.

Indeed, Nine-State’s top forces persistently infiltrate spies into each other.

Just refer to the present ’Capital City’.

Before them, inserting spies expends effort of theirs as well.

Ning Zheng thought, suddenly noticed an interview announcement posted in the crowd, also recruiting experienced low-tier demon hunters as novice instructors.

Ning Zheng glanced, knowing it was those blacksmiths organizing for Zhang Huaping.

Indeed.

Shortly afterward, Ning Zheng suddenly glimpsed a familiar face, Zhang Huaping holding her daughter’s hand, probing the front.

If Ning Zheng remembered correctly, it’s the plot of the tenth Chapter.

["Dizzy and triumphantly in the spring breeze, acquaintances meet, Zhang Huaping is greatly shaken!"]

Ning Zheng had a notion, contemplating witnessing the live version of the story.

Eventually, moments later, Dizzy emerged, solemnly regarding the crowd: "Everyone applying for teaching positions, please enter."

Ning Zheng discreetly monitored Zhang Huaping, witnessing the instant she observed Dizzy, her pupils dilated, her lips slightly apart, seemingly her whole mind plunged into a void.

It must be acknowledged, it’s quite amusing.

Ning Zheng unexpectedly comprehended the joy those blacksmiths immersed themselves in.

Since ancient times, [returning in glory] has always been a great pleasure, boasting at class reunions, pretending in front of old acquaintances, this usual pattern remains very effective.