As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 1187: Chapter 339: Dao Fruit 4, Dao Guide 7-Aperture Linglong Heart, Dao Yujie Sword, Table-Flipping Lv Taibai [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Divine Capital, Fourth City.

Almost all the cultivators rushing to the Divine Sect reside in the Fourth City.

The Upper Three Cities belong to the true core area of the Divine Capital, where only those of high status and nobility live. Due to the relationship between the Great Vista Dynasty and the Divine Sect, they wouldn’t let the Divine Sect cultivators live in the Fourth City.

It’s a display of stance and attitude.

However, the Fourth City is also extremely prosperous, home to many noble family mansions in the Divine Capital. To qualify as a first-class family here, the family must have multiple Martial Saints and Divine Fetus experts overseeing them.

The first-class families in the Divine Capital are almost as powerful as the top families in Qianyuan Taoist City. They have deep roots in the Divine Capital and complex connections.

Among these first-class families, sections of the Fourth City have been allocated to house the Divine Sect visitors, yet it can’t be said they are treated with neglect.

Fourth City, Zhenwu Institute.

Within the courtyard where the visitors of the True Martial Divine Sect reside.

In the spacious courtyard, the divinity on a peach branch suddenly dispersed, and then, with the formation activating, a shadow clad in black armor emerged.

Amidst the brilliance of shattered divinity, Shi Ming teleported back to the courtyard, clutching his peach branch, slowly opened his eyes, and two streams of hot tears rolled down.

He was defeated.

Defeated by a six-year-old girl!

He even...

Couldn’t even touch the hem of her clothes, despite giving it his all, trying his best.

But she played with mechanisms...

The mechanism explosion, even with his body close to pure martial, couldn’t withstand it, blown to pieces.

He was just a fourteen-year-old boy...

Yet he suffered such a brutal and enormous blow, breaking his spirit.

Under the eaves.

Many experts of the True Martial Divine Sect, clad in heavy mystic iron armor, looked at Shi Ming, who was full of tears and humiliation, and could only sigh slightly.

The True Martial Divine Sect Master, Shi Jian, frowned: ”Why cry?!”

”If crying could solve problems, then the crying of the people in the Thirteen Cities along the Tongyou Road could bring endless peace, and we wouldn’t need to bleed and fight desperately!”

”Every time Da Li’s barbarians sweep down and plunder, slaughtering our Thirteen Cities, does crying make them retreat?!”

Shi Jian’s voice was extremely cold, echoing in the courtyard.

Shi Ming’s voiceless sobbing gradually ceased, and he clenched his fist.

”You’ve lost, but it doesn’t mean you’ve run out of opportunities. This was just a pre-banquet. There are still two months until the main banquet. In these two months, if you break through your shackles and step into being a Great Grandmaster... would you still fear that girl?”

Shi Jian said in a deep voice.

”That mechanical technique... is very mystical. The power upon detonation is filled with divinity, the speed of the blast incredibly fast, the force... only a Great Grandmaster might evade and withstand it. If you step into being a Great Grandmaster, perhaps you will have the power to fight, to challenge that girl.”

”If I’m not mistaken, that girl... should be the last direct disciple of Lv Taibai, the Qianyuan Divine Sect Master. Although she’s six, she cannot be underestimated.”

”You’re only third on our True Martial Divine Sect’s Dragon List. What’s there to cry about losing? Keep crying, and I’ll send you back to You State!”

Shi Jian’s words made Shi Ming stop crying altogether, his five fingers clenching, silently standing up, his armor clanking, and saluting with fists.

”Master, I understand.”

After finishing, Shi Ming quietly turned away to find a place for painstaking practice.

Many sect masters of the True Martial Divine Sect looked at the lonely figure of Shi Ming turning away and felt a bit pained.

”Master, was that spoken too harshly?”

A figure, covered in black armor, asked in a deep voice.

”What’s too harsh? If crying worked, I’d have slaughtered my way to Da Li’s capital a long time ago! Damn it!”

The True Martial Divine Sect Master, Shi Jian, cursed.

The others couldn’t help but fall silent.