My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

This ancient capital has experienced spiritual revival and countless fusions with other worlds.

It has now been completely transformed into a magnificent starry city that defies description.

The wide and flat Zhuque Avenue is paved with whole pieces of shimmering green jade.

The shops lining both sides of the street sell not only ordinary silks and satins.

More common were various medicine shops exuding a rich medicinal fragrance, and magic weapon shops shimmering with array light.

In the sky, cultivators riding flying swords occasionally streaked across the sky.

It left behind a series of dazzling trails.

In the southern part of Chang'an, a city at the height of its prosperity, stand two of the most dazzling and magnificent buildings.

That was the highest academy for cultivating immortality that the Tang Dynasty had just established, using all the resources of the national treasury.

Confucianism and Taoism Academy, and Physical Cultivation Academy!

It was early morning.

Confucius said: "To learn something and then practice it regularly, is that not a pleasure?"

From the Confucian and Taoist Academy to the east, the sound of students reciting their lessons in a clear and melodious voice could be heard.

Thousands of impoverished scholars from the Tang Dynasty wore spotless, moon-white scholar robes.

They held books in their hands and sat upright on prayer cushions.

As they recited, a pure, gentle, and righteous spirit emanated from them.

It rose from the top of their heads.

Above the academy, they gathered into patches of auspicious clouds, as white as snow.

And at the main gate of the college.

A statue of Confucius, ten feet tall and carved from the finest white jade, radiates a gentle light of compassion and empathy.

Outside the gate, countless scholars who had come from all over the country were lining up in long queues.

Their eyes were filled with fervor as they vied to worship, hoping to pass the test and step through the gate that symbolized the orthodoxy of the Tang Dynasty's literary and moral traditions.

however.

Right next to this scholarly scene.

They are separated by only a wide street.

The physical training academy to the west, however, has a completely different style.

Rugged, savage, and full of violent aesthetics that get your blood pumping!

"Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it!"

"Since you're here, let's bury you here!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The deafening roar, accompanied by the thunderous crash of boulders hitting the ground, made half of Chang'an City vibrate.

They were a group of burly men, shirtless, with muscles as bulging as granite.

They carried heavy iron sandbags weighing thousands of kilograms and ran wildly across the playground.

Thick sweat mixed with fierce, scarlet blood.

Like plumes of smoke, they pierced straight through the sky.

It turned half the sky into a chilling dark red.

The gates of the Physical Education Academy were also packed with people.

Those passionate young people who yearn for the thrill of hand-to-hand combat and long to make their mark on the battlefield.

They were excitedly waving their fists as they waited in line for the strength test.

One in literature and one in martial arts.

One still, one moving.

The two academies complemented each other, becoming the most magnificent and eye-catching place in Chang'an.

At this time.

The other end of Suzaku Avenue.

A royal carriage, drawn by four mutated snow jade dragons, was entirely pink and engraved with top-notch shock absorption arrays.

It was driving slowly down the street.

This is a "luxury panoramic sightseeing vehicle" specially designed by Prince Li Tai of Wei for the princesses of the Tang Dynasty.

The spacious carriage was covered with a thick carpet of top-quality monster fur.

Three delicately shaped little dumplings dressed in gorgeous court dresses.

He was leaning against the car window, curiously observing the street scene outside.

It was Princess Sizi of Jinyang of the Tang Dynasty, and her two senior attendants—Princess Chengyang and Princess Xincheng.

"Sister, look, look!"

The youngest princess of the new city had two little buns sticking up in the air.

She stretched out her chubby little hand and pointed to the long line of people waiting to register outside the window.

"There are so many people there! It's even more lively than when we hold banquets in our palace!"

Princess Chengyang also opened her watery eyes wide, her small mouth slightly open, her face full of amazement.

"That's the gate to the Confucian and Taoist Academy and the Physical Cultivation Academy."

"I heard from my mother that all the scholars in the Tang Dynasty dream of entering these two academies."

Chengyang pointed at the tall white jade statue, his eyes filled with envy.

"Look at that huge stone statue! It's so tall and imposing! It's many times bigger than the artificial hill in our Imperial Garden!"

Two little followers chattered excitedly beside him, their faces full of admiration and longing.

however.

As the "big sister" of this carriage, she is the most beloved daughter of the Tang Dynasty emperor.

Sizi's reaction at this moment was quite unusual.

The little girl didn't cheer along, nor was she attracted by the cries of the candied hawthorn vendor outside.

She was leaning against the edge of the car window.

Those big, dark eyes, like black grapes, were fixed on the towering, imposing gates of the two academies.

Looking at the proud and enthusiastic expressions on the students' faces.

Sizi's delicate, fair, round face.

Gradually, it swelled up.

"snort!"

Sizi suddenly turned his head and let out a heavy snort.

That cute little face was filled with great displeasure.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Chengyang and Xincheng were startled and quickly came over, grabbing Sizi's sleeve.

"Is it because the wind is too strong outside and it's blowing into your eyes?"

Sizi did not answer.

She plopped down on the soft carpet, crossed her arms, and puffed out her cheeks like an angry fat pufferfish.

A fierce internal struggle was raging in the little girl's mind.

She turned her head and glanced at the tabby fat cat "Fatty Four" lying next to her, fast asleep with his legs spread wide.

Then, she reached into the pink pocket on her chest.

With a "snap".

Si Zi handed over an exquisite token that was entirely pink and engraved with a cute cat paw print.

He slammed it onto the small table in front of him.

This is the highest symbol of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult!

It is an unparalleled token that can make all the civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty, and even the Emperor, tremble with fear!

Si Zi stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the token, feeling increasingly resentful.

"Why should I?!"

Sizi muttered fiercely, her little mouth pouting high.

"My brother, the Crown Prince, has a physical cultivation academy."

"Uncle Wei Zheng had a Confucian and Taoist academy."

"Their gates were so high and so wide. There were so many houses inside, and so many people kowtowing to them and becoming their disciples."

Sizi sniffled pitifully.

"But what about my Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult?"

"I am the only officially designated leader of the supreme religion in the Great Tang Dynasty!"

"Father is the Vice Leader! Sixteenth Brother is the Holy Son! Uncle Cheng Yaojin is the Enforcement Elder!"

"Such a powerful cult, such a strong management team."

Sizi grew angrier as she spoke, slamming her little hand on the table.

"Why doesn't my cult even have a courtyard for offices?!"

"There are no large stone statues, no grand thresholds, not even a single disciple to sweep the floor!"

"If others found out, I, as the cult leader, would lose face!"

A few days ago, my brother even brought her a best-selling novel called "Tang Dynasty, Prince's Immortal Cultivation" to tell her a bedtime story.

The immortal cultivation sects in novels, even the smallest ninth-rate sects.

It occupied an entire mountain, with a magnificent mountain gate, and disciples in large groups, looking incredibly imposing!

"The major sects in novels even have bigger dog-keeping yards than I do!"

Sizi pointed at Fatty Si, who was still snoring, and poked its chubby face with a look of exasperation.

"Fourth brother! Look at them! And look at yourself!"

"You sacred guardian beast, you only get to sleep under my bed every day, don't you feel ashamed?!"