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Chapter 942: Heaven-Equaling Supreme Saint?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“This is the Residence of Nine Supremes?”

Yun Yang and Dong Qitian had finally stepped foot into where the said sect was housed, but just as he entered, Dong Qitian blew up once again.

He had just been exclaiming in awe outside but he erupted in rage once he was inside. Everything inside the building was clear to him with a single probe of his divine senses. Not only was there not a single expert present, but there was also no disciples who were more appealing!

What did he say about having a handful of talents? Here, there was only a colony of ants with ordinary cultivation base - they could not even be considered ants in his eyes!

Did he have to be the chief trainer of these people? How could he even begin to train them?

Was he supposed to babysit these people with the almighty cultivation base he had?

Dong Qitian’s face was about to turn charcoal-black.

Yun Yang spoke up indignantly, “Senior, what are you complaining about? I’ve told you that the Residence of Nine Supremes is only in its infancy. Everything is still in their foundation stages. The current situation is to be expected. I believe that when the Sacred Heart Palace was initially built, it also had to slowly develop from a tiny school that had nothing. As long as our genuine heart remains, our determination persists, it’s only a matter of time as we persevere…”

“As if I’ll believe you…” Dong Qitian scoffed.

As both of them walked towards the training ground in the center, Dong Qitian felt even more despondent as he watched the four to five hundred disciples who were practicing.

There was really no talented one among so many of them! The most prodigious among them had only seven innately awakened chakras!

‘It’s a waste of my life to ask me to train such disciples…’

Little Fatty Qian Duoduo came like a rolling ball, ecstatic as he asked, “Boss, you’re back… Who’s this big fellow?

Little Fatty was only slightly taller than Dong Qitian’s belly button as he stood in front of him. He stretched his neck to look up at him, admiration clearly displayed on his face.

“So f*cking tall…”

Swoosh!

Little Fatty flew far, far away immediately.

Dong Qitian who had just indiscriminately vented his fury retracted his hand and frowned, saying, “Your sect has quite the number of oddballs… Who’s this fatty?”

Yun Yang looked speechless as he answered, “He’s our majordomo I mentioned earlier…”

“This fella can actually…” Dong Qitian looked equally speechless.

Little Fatty soon returned, filled with wrathful indignation.

“Big fellow! You…”

Dong Qitian smirked, a red lotus suddenly popping out from the top of his head, swaying vivaciously.

Little Fatty fell to the ground and remained seated. His lips quivered as his entire form shook like grains on a sieve.

“Saint… Saint… You’re Saint…”

Dong Qitian snorted, rolling his eyes and shrugging, but did not say anything.

Yun Yang was amused.

‘Say, you’re a master of a whole other level. Sure, you can show your cultivation base’s quirky reflection to scare a fatty of Honor level, but why are you so proud of it? Did you really have to do that?’

“This majordomo of mine… Everything you see in the Residence of Nine Supremes now, he created from scratch. To the Residence of Nine Supremes, his contributions can’t be drowned out, neither can he be replaced,” Yun Yang said listing off Little Fatty’s meritorious deeds.

When Dong Qitian turned back to look at the fatty again after his divine sense scanned everything within the Residence of Nine Supremes as his eyes wandered about, there was an additional sense of gravity in his gaze.

As a martial world veteran, he could see that the fatty himself had drafted the skeleton and outline of an up and coming sect for the Residence of Nine Supremes. There was no need to make any additions to the sect’s basic facilities at least for the short time being. The decision-maker and higher authority were the ones who had to fill up the framework after this; there was a lot of space to be filled up, further marking the sect’s potential. It was incredibly well thought, the vision remarkably distinctive.

If he had asked himself, Dong Qitian was aware that he might not have been able to construct the layout to this stage, even if he was given a year to do so.

The fatty had a rare talent for masterful organizing.

“Not bad!”

Dong Qitian’s curt compliment cheered up Qian Duoduo immediately. His plump face blossomed into a beam as he replied, “Not at all, not at all - you’re too kind with your words…”

Dong Qitian looked around and continued saying with a sense of pity, “Your groundwork for the Residence of Nine Supremes is already hitting the nail on the head… Looking at it now, you really are only lacking the guarding experts and your central forces…”

“Simply put, you are missing the upper-class experts, the middle-class management, disciples who can link the higher authority with the rest of the sect, and the lower class seedlings who have exceptional talent - these are probably all.”

“It’s too bad; it’s impossible for a sect to grow strong and far with these missing… What’s laid before us is a plant without water - how can you go on?”

Yun Yang smiled faintly and answered, “Senior Dong’s concerns are spot on, but they aren’t an issue to the Residence of Nine Supremes.”

Not an issue?

Dong Qitian stared back at Yun Yang, thinking that the young man must have tooted his horn a bit too loudly.

These were major issues to any sect, the most crucial ones amongst other main problems. Yet, they were ‘not an issue’ to the leader of the Residence of Nine Supremes that had just been erected. Where did his confidence come from?

“I shall anticipate it,” said Dong Qitian, “However, these… disciples you have here - I have no interest to become the chief trainer at all. I’d rather take heaven’s punishment than to train these people.”

“You’ll be very interested, I promise!” Yun Yang said assuredly.

…

Dong Qitian went to rest in a house that Yun Yang arranged for him while Yun Yang called Little Fatty aside.

“What were you so shocked about just now? Saint what? What Saint was it about?”

Little Fatty was quivering but his gaze was glowing as he lowered his voice and said furtively, “The Supreme Saint… He’s a Supreme Saint, boss. Where did you summon this divine presence from? It’s amazing!”

“Supreme Saint…”

Yun Yang looked thoughtful.

“Have you heard of the name Dong Qitian?” asked Yun Yang.

“Dong Qitian? The Heaven-Equaling Supreme Saint?” Little Fatty was flabbergasted.

“Heaven-Equaling Supreme Saint?”

“He was… a famous person a few thousand years ago…” Little Fatty spoke shakily, “Dong Qitian was called Standing Parallel to Heaven (齐天qí tiān also means parallel or equals to heaven) back in the day. He has also been unrivaled in the same class of Supreme Saint, thus people called him the Heaven-Equaling Supreme Saint…”

“Wow…”

Yun Yang thought that the name was rather impressive, laced with a sense of grandeur.

” However, the martial world rumors has it that this man offended someone later on… disappearing within a night and was no longer seen…”

Admiration colored Little Fatty’s eyes as he asked, “This… this big fellow… is he…”

He lowered his voice.

“Is he… the Heaven-Equaling Supreme Saint?”

Yun Yang nodded slowly.

“He should be.”