The slap...

White Dragon academy, an institution differing from sects, is is built by the Huang Empire as a operation to build strong forces separate from the military. If one was to ask what was the difference, while the military excelled in battle experience, due to the high number of soldiers needed in as short period of time, the amount of training and refinement of their character and power is loose. The white dragon institute fills in this gap, with a more careful and detailed development of martial artists

They had a steady stream of experts out, and was very well funded. Courses on battle tactics and other militia programs similarly existed, atop the forced martial arts training. This was the open the students to deepen their strengths, rather than believing in one power. Furthermore it helped them in seeking job opportunities in the future.

Currently in the headmaster's office, an aged man full of the scars of time was kneeling before a young man. The Young man asked, "I don't need your kneel, tell me your answer."

He then dug his ear, and blew on his finger.

The old man said, "Young master Wu Long, of course I can I easily fulfill your request! Here it is an elder token, with this you will be a teacher of our academy! Indeed it is the luck of my three lifetimes to allow his highness to this humble abode."

Wu Long nodded, and decided to depart.

Before leaving completely, he took out a pouch and handed it forward.

"I heard it is a tradition for teachers to provide the headmaster with a welcome gift. Here is some Oolong tea..."

The old man who heard that, then slightly laughed, "Oolong tea, that is funny your highness."

Wu Long stared coldly, "Hm? And why is that? Is there something funny about me?"

His body exerted a deep pressure, and the old man shot to his knees, as the wood creaked and cried under Wu Long's anger.

"No your highness! I just assumed that this lowly insect is unworthy of your kindness!"

Wu Long snorted, "What is worthy, and unworthy for me, is not up to someone like you to decide."

Wu Long tossed the bag, and then left.

The old man stared at the door for a few minutes, his fingers digging into his hands, he sighed, "Long Ao, really you're so old, and yet you're having to grovel to this damn kid. Ah, really..."

He felt ashamed, but more importantly fear. Not just for Wu Long's status as a prince of the Huang Empire, but the unbelievable revelation that Wu Long was a Martial God. Long Ao, even as the headmaster of the white dragon institute wasn't even a martial king, how could he go against the wishes of a Martial God.

He sighed, the weight of time felt all to real today, without his so called power, without his so called respect, and without his dignity, the harsh reality fell on him. Long Ao, sank into his chair, and massaged his head.

He then looked at the pouch of tea, and dropped it into the trash can by his table.

His eyes slowly becoming like two sharp blades. His hand quickly stole a paper, and his hand scattered up and down quickly. He then loudly whistled, and a small bird came to his side. He wrapped the paper around the birds leg, and sent it fluttering out.

...

Meanwhile as Wu Long left the headmaster's office, two men and three women approached Wu Long.

They anxiously asked, "Big bro Wu, how did it go?"

Wu Long at first sighed, looking out the window, full of the drama of a lonely immortal.

The groups eyes grew dark, and they said, "Damn that old man! Don't tell me he actually rejected you! Ah, really, he's too obsessed with his power to ever act decently! Why I outta!"

The young man with small glasses, and short deep blue hair, angrily said.

He rolled his sleeves up, and appeared to be about to fight a heavy and hard battle.

Seeing this Wu Long, brought a small token up to his now smiling face.

"Hehe."

The group collectively turned stunned, then a bit frustrated.

"Ah, big bro Wu! How could you let me continue what I was saying! Ah, I feel too embarrassed to face anyone!"

Wu Long laughed softly, and placed his hand on the the young man's shoulder, "I just wanted to see how much you fellows care about me. Haha, you really are my good brother! Just, how could you expect me to fail? I admire myself as quite the scholar, I'll have you know the Prince's teacher once got on his knees and begged me!"

The youth laughed it off, and said, "Alright, alright! Enough bragging. Big bro congratulations!"

The group all bowed slightly, and Wu Long returned that bow.

Wu Long said, "Come tonight, I will treat you fellows! Haha!"

The group cheered, "Ah, if big bro is paying, then I'll definitely be there!"

One of the women, with dark brown hair, who had freckles dotting her face, she said as she coiled her arm around Wu Long's, "Hehe, big bro what about Xiao Xie?"

Wu Long wrapped his arm around her lean waist, and brought her close enough that her busty treasures squeezed against him, and said, "Hehe, Xiao Xie, sure I'll treat you well. Come to my bedroom tonight, I'll give you a full course under the moonlight, It's make you unable to stand ever again! Hahaha!"

The woman's face turned red, and she knocked on his chest. Never saying no.

Wu Long then continued with the group, crossing hallways as they neared the teachers lounge.

Wu Long suddenly stopped, his eyes looked up, his eyes caught a small bird flying with a quick pace towards the east.

His eyes frosted over for a second, and his lips rose into a dangerous smirk. Before then turning into a calm, and good natured one.

...

In front of the teacher's lounge two youths were standing. One was a beauty, while the other one an ordinary one, but the ordinary one carried a certain charm that dragged around his heavily built body. It brought a certain attraction.

The ordinary faced youth, was quite lazy, with yawns escaping his lips ever so often. One could feel his disdain, and arrogance, with every soft breath, and shake of his eyes.

He said as he sat down, "Senior sister Qingzhao, is there really any need for this? I'm telling you I can answer your issues! Why aren't you trusting me, but rather these good for nothing teachers."

His voice becoming a tinge louder with every slipping word.

The young girl snorted, her cold beauty flashing with a tinge of disgust.

"How can you a 18 year old, compare to the expertise of these teachers! Even my father respects their intellect, and capabilities, never mind a student like you! Furthermore if you are calling them good for nothing, are you also calling my fathers school good for nothing?!"

The boy said softly, afraid to anger the cold beauty further, "You know that's not what I'm saying. To answer what you said first, age is just a number, martial arts is in the heart, a keen heart can perceive the truth even as a child."

The girl laughed coldly, "So then with your so called talent, I'm sure at the age of 2 you were shattering rocks with your bare hands, by 6 you'd already become a martial God, and by 12 you've taught the countless nation's the way! You might as well say by the time you become 19 you'd be an immortal!"

The youth sighed, "That's... The first few might not have happened, but the last may yet to happen!"

As he said that, his fists tightened, a deep intent flourished in his heart.

The girl as if not hearing the last part, said loudly, "Enough, my business is mine! Stop trying to interfere! Just because you and father have some relationship, don't try and assume you can produce one with me! I don't care what you might think, but we are in different worlds!"

The youth sighed. He then said, "Perhaps we are..."

Then the youth said, "Okay, okay! I won't say anything else! I can't leave you because of a promise I made with your father, but at least let me know your ideal type of man!"

The youth felt his head numb everytime he saw this woman, she was too unbearable! If not for a deep ache in his heart and soul for her, he would have already slapped or killed her. In fact in the beginning, while their relationship wasn't the best, at least she wasn't antagonizing him. Yet after going to get her from the forest, she has been cold and disdainful. He really couldn't understand.

'Ah, if it wasn't for my cultivation being damaged by that bastard Lin Fan, I wouldn't need to take this. As a Martial King, who would reject me! Damn bastard, having reduced me to a lowly martial artist I again must suffer!'

Long Qingzhao looked to be thinking for a few minutes, a slow delusion shook her mind, and she mindlessly said, "Hair and skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and eyes as red as passion! With a white robe dancing in the wind, and his sharp features illuminated by the nine Heavens. The bearing of a lonely immortal. A tear set in his eye, that sparkles like a diamond."

The youth heard her description, and couldn't help his feel his lip twitch.

"How in the world could such a person exist..."

His words stopping in his mouth, as a heavy slap seemed to resound like a peal of thunder in his ears.

His begged that his eyes were deceiving him, but there to behold to all, wearing an elegant white robe that fluttered in some incorporeal wind, with those exact features. His feet walking steadily, with a certain majesty, his sharp almost devilish looks coiled into a smile that could pierce most women's hearts. He was quite handsome, and bore a certain maturity in his eyes, as if an aged soul having borne the scars, and pain of life. Fate seemed far too cruel, but even yet his shoulder stood firmly, and his smile as warm as the summer sun.

The youth felt his cheeks turn red, as he was stunned he failed to notice the girl beside him equally enamored. She had long since been captured.

The young man walked closer, his long white hair twisting like coiling dragons. His long jade like fingers swept out occasionally, as he waved the fan in his hands.

A ring of laughter echoed out, and it wooed the heart.

The duo felt themselves drawn to the young man, ignoring his large party.

Yet a firm, and heavy voice sounded. It was the other man among Wu Long's group, a middle aged man, with greys dotting his hair, his goatee flashed up as his heavy heavy breath shot out.

He said, "What are you two staring at! Hurry and pay respects to your new teacher!"

The two were brought from their reverie, and hurriedly bowed. While the girl bowed deeply, both as a pure sign of respect towards Wu Long and the other teachers, but also to hide her embarrassment, the youth only slightly bowed.

Seeing this the teachers frowned, they demanded a strict amount of respect. It was both to replicate a military institute, but also due to the wilful nature of these children as they got drunk on power. In the past the children who learnt here were soon after graduating, executed. They raped, and pillaged with their new powers. Hence since then the teachers have been very firm, almost draconian in their ways.

Xiao Xie, was the first to move forward as the youth was her student, and since day one had been a problem. He had made a unruly group who continuously uprooted the efforts and work of the more competitive and competent. At first she was slightly happy, as the prideful students became more humble, and thoughtful, and his presence brought a healthy completion, yet as his group became stronger they became far more excessive!

She went up to him, and slapped his face, "Ye Zheng, how dare you not show your respect to us teachers! Have you gone dumb? Look at your senior sister, and see her respectful attitude! Sigh, if only you were half as good as her, you surely could have become a big shot! Let me remind you that a certain amount of courtesy and respect should be passed among all men! Such arrogance serves no purpose!"

At first she was mindlessly scolding, but then wished to rectify his ways. He was after all a talented student of hers.

Yet Ye Zheng's eyes flashed red.

He said loudly, "How dare you!"

He then made to slap Xiao Xie, and sharp winds flew across her face, but his hand never reached her face.

Although Xiao Xie was a teacher, she taught war tactics, and other miscellaneous subjects like history. She wasn't strong at all, and at that moment she thought she'd either be heavily injured, or maybe even die. She cursed Ye Zheng in her heart, but what could she do. Yet a pale white hand tightly gripped Ye Zheng's hand, she traced that hand to Wu Long.

Wu Long tightly wrung Ye Zheng's hand, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard echoing. This followed with Ye Zheng's screams of pain.

Wu Long released Ye Zheng's nearly crushed hand, the flesh caved into to form a hand sized mold instead. He then lightly pushed Ye Zheng's chest, and he was sent flying into the wall.

The heavy sound echoed, as well as the sound of glass breaking.

As the dust clearer, a pale green screen broke, revealing Ye Zheng, while slightly injured with no serious damage.

Wu Long clicked his tongue, 'Damn thing. An earth grade protection charm in the mortal world! Bloody hell, this little cheat!'

Wu Long then coughed and said coldly, "Attacking a teacher. You are rather cruel. Furthermore with that strength, what did you wish to do?"

Wu Long's eye's turned sharp like a dagger.

Ye Zheng frowned, and instead of replying walked away.

He held his hand, his body flinching in pain.

'I'll take today's humiliation, but wait and see how I repay you!'

Wu Long then passed a hand to Xiao Xie, who accepted it.

The teachers gathered around the two, with the young male teacher scolding in deep fury, "That damn brat! How dare he try and hurt a teacher! He's too damn arrogant since he's got the chairman in his pocket!"

The others saying something similar.

Wu Long laughed, "No need to focus of trash like him, I'm sure the winds will treat him well. Shouldn't we rather deal with the student in front of us? She seems to be of some assistance."

The group then looked towards Long Qingzhao, and flinched as their faces went black in fear.

Yet she having seen this smiled, "Teachers need not worry, Xiao Zhao, hasn't seen or heard anything."

Hearing this they sighed, before commenting on Long Qingzhao's maturity and good charm.

With the middle aged teacher even jokingly saying, he wished he didn't have his good for nothing son, and would rather have had a daughter like her.

Wu Long smiled, and then said, "Well how can we help you?"

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