The Grandest Deed: Butt Blossoms Galore!

Under Zigurd's meticulous management, Battle God Isle was governed by an abundance of strict regulations and rigorous order. While there were certainly Districts of Pleasure, Patrons of Pleasure, and their accompanying Courtesans and Escorts, these were strictly confined to the port and city districts. Within the academy itself, absolutely no one dared to engage in such activities. Even student couples, seeking petty indiscretions in shadowy, secluded corners, had to fear elderly men and women wielding Fire-Elemental Blazing Searchlights, adorned with red Battle God Armbands, descending from the sky using Advanced Flight Secret Techniques, shouting, "You shameless couple! Deducting your academic credits!"

In such an environment, the Core Institution of Battle God Isle—the Battle God Tower—suddenly emitted Ambiguous Moans, and what's more, it was near the Dean's office… Francis was utterly dumbfounded.

Cassian was momentarily taken aback; he stopped scolding Francis and instead cackled, a laugh filled with ambiguous mirth that completely belied his age!

"What are you cackling about!?" Francis smacked Cassian on the head, then lowered his gaze and continued forward. No matter where these moans originated, they were the teachers' privacy. Why should he meddle in such affairs? Knowing a teacher's privacy was a major taboo!

"Senior Brother, just a little longer, listen a little longer!" Cassian's impetuous eagerness made Francis wish he could kick him to death. This kid… was he really only twelve years old!?

To cultivate a twelve-year-old into such a character, the powerful ministers of the Nano Empire must have expended considerable effort! Truly Eminences!

Francis ignored him and continued to walk. But just then, Zigurd's office door opened. Zigurd frantically called out, "Someone! Quickly go to Bluntwood Tower and inform High Priest Bandi! Tell him, Rosia is unwell again!"

"Wow, so it was Dean Zigurd…" Cassian "suddenly understood," extending his tongue to lick his lips. "As expected, an old blade still sharp, growing bolder with age… (越老越风)."

Cassian stuck out his tongue, not daring to continue, because Zigurd, after shouting his message, hurried past them. Hearing Cassian's words, he shot a fierce glare at the boy!

Francis grabbed Cassian and rushed to follow. Zigurd didn't take the stairs; instead, he headed for the emergency exit on the east side of the corridor, moving with a hurried pace!

At this moment, the moaning grew louder and louder. Francis now heard it clearly: this sound wasn't just reverberating through the offices on this floor; it seemed the entire Battle God Tower could hear it, and perhaps even the entire Hot Spring Mountain!

"Teacher, what happened?" Francis urgently asked.

Zigurd's brows were tightly furrowed. He nodded slightly. "It's my Divine Pet, Rosia! She's about to become a mother, but her body carries some old injuries from her youth…" The moans intensified, and Zigurd abruptly sped up. "No need to inform the High Priest anymore. With a sound this loud, even at Bluntwood Tower, he must have already heard it!"

He looked back at Francis, who couldn't keep up, and said, "Francis, you take Cassian back for now. Rosia is in the Dragon-Taming Pool, a forbidden area at the foot of Hot Spring Mountain. You can't enter there yet!"

So it was Rosia!

Francis nodded in realization. He had initially thought of using The Sixth's Holy Light to treat Rosia, but upon careful consideration, this act of kindness would never fall to him, as Battle God Isle's priests were fully capable. Moreover, if the Precious Lotus Scripture were exposed before Zigurd, the troubles would be countless! However, Francis was very familiar with Rosia's reputation; she was a Tyran Beast, rumored to be an Ancient Remnant Race, with only two known to exist in the world. One was with Zigurd, and the other, Rosia's mate, was with Pontiff Sama IX!

Tyran Beasts themselves weren't considered extremely powerful, at most only reaching level eight. But they possessed a unique Innate Racial Power: Nature Sense! It was said that by spreading their fur, they could sense abnormal Elemental Primal Force fluctuations within nearly a thousand-mile radius, making them incredibly formidable!

Battles between top-tier Battle Gods often shook the heavens and earth. Just like when Zigurd and Roland pursued Helen and her father, the conflict brought about cataclysmic changes, with earthquakes and floods erupting ceaselessly. Precisely because of this, if top-tier Battle Gods dared to conspire ill near the Papal Curia or Battle God Isle, these two Sacred Lands of the Three Continents, they absolutely couldn't escape the Tyran Beasts' perception! This was the purpose of these ancient Divine Beasts!

Of course, if a battle occurred in special locations with Battle Qi Convergence capabilities, such as Mount Tianshan or Auerbach Grand Canyon, the Tyran Beast's effectiveness would be greatly diminished.

As Francis descended Hot Spring Mountain via the southern steps, the Tyran Beast Rosia's moans had already significantly quieted. Looking back, the vast Hot Spring Mountain was faintly shimmering with a layer of mist—a Sound-Dampening Mist! He thought, this Aberrant Beast, whose name he'd only heard but never seen, must be enormous. Otherwise, why would her painful moans be so loud as to require the deployment of a Sound-Dampening Mist!?

…

At the northern end of Hot Spring Mountain, within a row of Emerald Wooden Pavilions, Brockman, dressed as a scholar, sat elegantly on a pavilion balcony, savoring red wine from his cup.

His current identity was that of a Visiting Scholar to Battle God Isle. As for his expertise, it was in noble etiquette, a subject Francis considered trivial but which was highly valued by the people of Battle God World.

"Esteemed guests, this is a routine inspection of Hot Spring Mountain by Battle God Isle…" A servant shouted loudly in front of the pavilion. But Brockman scoffed at the shout, quietly saying, "Deboning, Rosia is really going into labor. During her birthing period, a Tyran Beast can retain at most thirty percent of her strength, and a newborn Tyran Beast is utterly defenseless. Heh! This is simply a Heaven-Sent Opportunity! Heaven bless our success! It's incredible. If the Marshal calculated Rosia the Tyran Beast's delivery time so precisely, he is truly too brilliant…"

Deboning was heard but not seen. "Lord Brockman, I have already contacted Number Two of the Eminence Project. He asked me to relay that the Marshal's scheme has succeeded. Zigurd is about to proceed to the Papal Curia for a Secret Convocation with Pontiff Sama IX. Concurrently, over thirty experts from Battle God Isle will also depart with him. The time is set for two days from now!"

"So, in two days, I can make my move anytime?" Brockman gazed at Hot Spring Mountain but raised his wine glass over his shoulder, toasting to the unseen figure behind him. "Wait four more days! When Zigurd is a thousand li away from Battle God Isle, I will retrieve the Tyran Beast… mother and child for Lord Philip!"

"It is to retrieve the Tyran Beast mother and child for the Marshal and Lord Philip!" Deboning softly corrected Brockman's grammatical slip.

A cold glint flashed in Brockman's eyes, but he chuckled, "Yes, for the Marshal and Lord Philip! I thought I just said that?"

"Caw! You did say that!" Deboning's laugh was exceedingly unpleasant. "Alright, Lord Brockman, here it's just the two of us Outsiders, no natives! You needn't worry about unnecessary things… Moreover, we are both Lord Philip's closest subordinates, aren't we? I merely wish to say that your inadvertent words might bring some unnecessary trouble to Lord Philip—especially if spoken in front of the natives!"

"I appreciate your reminder!"

Brockman laughed heartily, rose, and tidied his scholarly robe.

"Are you going out? Not staying here to observe the movements on Hot Spring Mountain?" Deboning asked.

Brockman slowly walked down the stairs. "You're enough here. I'm going to handle another matter for Lord Philip!"

…

Carrying his Junior Brother back to the dormitory, Francis, no matter how Cassian swore or expressed his unwillingness, simply responded with a smiling, amiable, warm, and caring expression—the very image of a good Senior Brother!

To Cassian's eyes, however, that smile seemed to sour, because Francis had looked exactly like this before transforming into a devil moments ago! "You… hehe, Senior Brother, you've been carrying me all night, aren't you tired? Put me down and let me walk myself!" The little fellow's expression suddenly changed; he smiled ingratiatingly at Francis.

Francis glanced at him, shaking him like a Little Chick. "My Junior Brother, that routine of yours is eight hundred years out of date, truly! You must be thinking of making me drop my guard first, then harming me, right? Heh heh, and your method must be… let me guess, poisoning, right?"

Cassian was dumbfounded. How did he know what I was thinking!? Could he read minds? Oh my god!

Having one's most secret thoughts guessed, whether adult or child, would instill fear, and Cassian was no exception!

Francis smiled mysteriously.

Seeing that he couldn't fool Francis, Cassian simply revealed his true nature, gnashing his teeth and hating, "Francis, just you wait, I'll never let you off! And that Old Bastard Zigurd…"

*Slap!*

Francis slapped Cassian across the face. "Kid, listen to me, a Teacher's Kindness is Like a Father's! Dean Zigurd is not someone you can curse!" Respect for teachers and the Dao—this concept was deeply ingrained and unchangeable in Francis, who came from Clandestine Circles.

Cassian burst into a torrent of abuse. "Why can't I curse him? Not only will I curse him, I'll curse you too! You bloody bastard, go on and kill me!"

"Kill you? Ha, how could your Senior Brother bear to kill his Junior Brother?" Francis held Cassian with one hand, while the other hand disappeared into his sleeve. When it reappeared, it held what looked like a smelly sock. He stuffed the Wad of Cloth into Cassian's mouth, leaned in, and stared at him, saying, "Once we're home, your Senior Brother will slowly play with you!"

With that, Francis twisted his hands. *Crack!* Cassian's forehead veins bulged from the pain, but the wad of cloth in his mouth prevented him from screaming! He could only whimper, "You, you again… Tendon-Severing and Bone-Dislocating Technique!"

As soon as they returned to the dormitory, Francis loudly ordered, "Harry, clear out the back hall!"

Harry was dumbfounded to see Francis returning with Crown Prince Cassian hanging in his grasp, but he quickly cleared the back hall and helped Francis hang Cassian from the ceiling beam!

Francis stared at his Junior Brother, who was tied with a rope and hung from the beam like cured meat. He calmly said, "Harry, tell me, is teaching people to be good a good deed?"

"Nonsense, of course it is! And a grand one at that! It'll ensure your Butt Blossoms to your heart's content!"

Francis snorted. "Harry, since when do you dare to answer your Master's questions with such a tone? You… damn it!" Harry's innocent expression and tightly pursed lips indicated that it wasn't him who had just spoken!

And Harry didn't even know Francis possessed the secret of the Precious Lotus Scripture!

That was…

Beibei and Andy were asleep, Deboning was inside the Precious Lotus Scripture, Cassian's mouth was gagged with cloth, and there was no one else in the room…