Tyrant Meets Paranoid [Quick Transmigration] – Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – Tyrant VS National Teacher (1)

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The sky was overcast, and the capital of Xi Ling was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

The emperor’s beloved second son had passed away, at the age of fourteen.

With this, only the third son, Mo Yi, and the fifth son, Mo Dun, were left of the emperor’s five sons.

Within less than a year, three princes had died in succession.

The entire Xi Ling was in a state of panic, with rumors circulating that this was a punishment from heaven for the imperial family’s declining fortunes.

In the capital, the entertainment venues were closed. The sounds of music and singing had not been heard for a long time, and the taverns were no longer filled with noisy chatter.

On the streets, the common people gathered in groups to whisper and speculate about who the next prince to be taken by heaven would be.

However, the thoughts of the officials in the court were that the next heir to the throne would, if not unexpectedly, come from one of these two princes.

Everyone knew that Third Prince Mo Yi was born to a foreign slave, and thus had inferior blood.

The fifth prince, Mo Dun, on the other hand, was born to the empress, and his mother’s family, the noble Anping Marquis, was highly respected. It was likely that the eventual winner would be none other than Mo Dun.

A tinkling bell caught people’s attention.

A simple cart, with only a frame and a canvas covering, was slowly making its way towards the gates of the imperial palace.

The cart was not pulled by ordinary horses, but by an elderly ox.

The ox wore a large copper bell around its neck, which did not ring clearly, but rather had a certain weight to it.

The people did not recognize the cart, but they recognized the pattern embroidered on the streamers behind it.

They knew that the person inside the cart was undoubtedly the Xi Ling National Teacher, Chong Ming.

They just did not know why the adult would choose to ride such a strange cart to the palace to meet the emperor today.

They hoped that the national teacher would be able to think of a way to get heaven to withdraw its punishment and not punish Xi Ling.

Seeing that the oxcart entered the palace gates without being stopped, and then closed the gates completely, the people on the streets withdrew their gazes.

The simple cart entered the palace, creaking as it moved forward.

The curtain was lifted, revealing a small figure.

The slender youth sat down on the edge of the cart in a sprightly manner, causing the old man behind him to be alarmed.

He hurriedly also leaned out half of his body to protect him, and whispered to the youth, “Immortal, be careful! This cart is too simple. I’ll have the boy get you a different cart tomorrow.”

If this was heard by others, it would surely be a shock.

No one would have thought that the always high-and-mighty National Teacher would actually call himself a boy in front of a child.

But who knew that the youth would just wave his hand nonchalantly.

He laughed lightly and said, “No need, if you change to a different, heavier cart, my old Yellow won’t be able to pull it!”

“Besides, didn’t we say to just call me Mu Jin? You have to remember that I’m your disciple now.”

The youth’s cat-like eyes curved slightly, and as he spoke, he simply jumped onto the ox’s back.

He patted the ox’s head, then simply lay flat and leisurely on the ox’s back.

He crossed his legs and paid no attention to the fact that this was the heavily guarded imperial palace.

And the palace guards, seeing that this was the national teacher’s cart, naturally did not dare to say anything.

After all, in the entire Xi Ling, the national teacher had always held a very high position, and was respected and revered by everyone.

“This, this is really humbling for the boy!” Chong Ming muttered to himself, but he did not dare to refute.

Looking at the youth lying on the ox’s back with his eyes blank, he could only wipe the sweat from his forehead and speak in a low voice, “Yes, yes.”

Seven days ago, Master Chong Ming had divined the stars and predicted the arrival of a true immortal from the north. He hurriedly rushed in the direction indicated by the stars.

It was only three days later that he arrived at a remote countryside area and found a young lad in tattered clothes leisurely roasting fish by the river.

The village head accompanying the Master, busy flattering him, mentioned that this young lad was an ominous presence in their village.

However, having cultivated from a young age, Master Chong Ming could sense the abundant spiritual power emanating from the boy.

Through the methods of his ancestors, he observed the lad’s soul and found it shining brilliantly in a golden hue.

Hence, how could such a person be described as ominous? He was clearly a Immortal being descended upon the mortal world.

Master Chong Ming dared not show any disrespect and promptly dismissed the village head.

Fearful of causing any disturbance to the Immortal being, he dispersed the surrounding people before bowing before the youth nine times in reverence.

After declaring his own identity, he requested guidance from the Immortal being.

Unexpectedly, the Immortal being directly asked to return to the imperial city together with Master Chong Ming.

This was a surprising joy for Master Chong Ming. However, he couldn’t understand why the Immortal being pretended to be his disciple and followed him to the palace.

After all, Master Chong Ming believed that the Immortal being initially appeared in the countryside to experience the hardships of the mortal world intentionally.

Could it be that after experiencing suffering, the Immortal being planned to bestow blessings upon the people?

Thinking this way, Master Chong Ming shook his head, feeling that the Immortal realm’s thoughts were beyond his comprehension as an outsider.

He resolved to serve diligently, satisfying the Immortal being, believing that the latter would guide him appropriately.

At this moment, Mu Jin was unaware of Master Chong Ming’s thoughts. He was busy having his mental system replay the image of the third prince, Mo Yi.

Observing the young child frowning as he struggled to study, Mu Jin’s lips curved into a wider smile.

In a very natural manner, he boasted to the system within his mind, “003! Look at how cute my little kid is!”

“Even though he currently thin and small, resembling only thirty percent of Senior Qiong Qi’s appearance, when he grow up, he will surely be as mighty and extraordinary as Senior!”

The system, resembling a black cat, nodded expressionlessly at the words.

It had long been accustomed to its host’s behavior of praising the target at least a dozen times a day.

Remembering the advice from its creator, the main God, Chen Tian, the system knew its host wasn’t as amiable as he appeared. It was best to remain silent when unsure how to respond.

Mu Jin had grown accustomed to 003’s reticence, concentrating all attention on his beloved in his heart.

Even if it was just an encounter in a small world, the thought of his beloved’s soul residing within the other’s body made Mu Jin’s heart uncontrollably warm.

Unconsciously, his beloved’s figure flashed through his mind, darkening Mu Jin’s gaze.

If it hadn’t been for the hint of divine power his beloved had mercifully bestowed upon him, how could he have advanced so quickly in his cultivation and transformation?

In the end, he became successful, ascending to the heavens as the new generation’s Flower God.

Even though everyone spoke of Qiong Qi’s cruel nature and listed his misdeeds, labeling him as the leader of ferocious beasts, Mu Jin remained unconvinced.

Back then, when Qiong Qi and Teng Gen captured the epidemic-causing ghost bug in the human world, they accidentally harmed a clump of black ferns that had gained intelligence. Qiong Qi saw its awakened sentience.

Unable to witness it die in that manner, he granted a bit of divine power to aid the fern’s cultivation.

This event had occurred thousands of years ago. Later, Mu Jin worked hard, transforming into human form and coincidentally became the apprentice of the previous Flower God, Mu Qing.

He even absorbed the essence of the millennia-old lotus, resulting in his dual plant-based form, impervious to all poisons.

Even though he had attained enlightenment and ascended to become the new Flower God, Mu Jin always remembered that he was once just an inconspicuous clump of fern by the roadside.

Even though he luckily gained sentience, he never had flowers that could be deemed beautiful.

Yet, even in his simple, wild state, he still received the other’s mercy.

Such a Qiong Qi couldn’t possibly be the leader of ferocious beasts.

However, perhaps due to the complexities of their relationship, when Mu Jin finally stood in a position where he could stand side by side with the other, he hesitated to acknowledge their connection.

He feared the other might forget the unremarkable Mujin from the past. Initially, Mu Jin could only gaze from afar at Qiong Qi.

Years of observation transformed his initial gratitude into stronger affection.

He had thought he would suppress these feelings forever.

However, upon leaving the heavenly realm to deal with an unexpected situation in the Flower Clan, he returned to learn the news of Qiong Qi’s defeat by Shun and subsequent entrapment in numerous small worlds.

He would suffer in these worlds, never finding peace in any life.

Endlessly reincarnating until his soul was completely erased.

Thinking of this, Mu Jin bit his lip, swallowing the bitterness in his heart.

He had never had a proper conversation with the other or conveyed his feelings.

How could he stand by and watch his beloved dissipate in this world?

Fortunately, he had finally found a way to follow Qiong Qi from Shun. However, he hadn’t anticipated that his mentor, Mu Qing, would foresee his actions just before his departure.

After a long confrontation, Mu Qing sighed and withdrew the barrier that blocked Mu Jin.

He even sought help from Mu Jin’s friend, Bai Rui, to let him choose a system, 003, with extensive experience to accompany him.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to easily understand his beloved’s current situation.

Thinking of his mentor, warmth flowed through Mu Jin’s heart, and his gaze became resolute.

He would surely take good care of himself in the small worlds and try to prevent Qiong Qi’s misfortunes, finding a way to bring him back to the present world.

The ox cart slowly halted, and Master Chong Ming cleared his throat, bringing Mu Jin’s thoughts back.

Gracefully dismounting from the back of the yellow ox, Mu Jin didn’t follow the master into the main hall as expected.

Instead, he cheerfully handed the reins of the old ox to a palace attendant and nodded slightly to the nearby Master.

Understanding the gesture, Master Chong Ming reluctantly entrusted the palace attendant to take care of his Daoist disciple, believing that the Immortal being must have his own considerations.

The attendant was naturally surprised and hastily nodded in agreement.

Throughout the journey, the other person enthusiastically introduced the scenery along the way to Mu Jin.

However, when the person finished the detailed introduction of the gardens and turned back, they discovered that Mujin had already disappeared without a trace.

In a secluded courtyard deep within the palace, Mo Yi sat on the stone steps at the entrance, holding a slightly worn book in his hands, his brow furrowing deeper as he struggled to comprehend its contents.

He couldn’t fully understand the book, knowing that no one would earnestly teach him, but he refused to accept that fact.

Recalling the resentful words from his mother yesterday, Mo Yi unconsciously clenched his hands.

But as he realized the book had been crumpled, he quickly released his grip.

Though this was the age when he should be innocent and carefree, his eyes betrayed a hidden gloominess.

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Author’s Note: Hello everyone~ (^▽^)~ I’m back with a sweet quick transmigration story!

First World: Raising a Youngster, the Ruthless Tyrant Attack VS the Dark and Scheming National Teacher.

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