Unspeakable bubbles

"For example?" Misato asked curiously.

"They can make small animals obey their commands, know the weather for the next few days, and even do divination like Misato..."

"Bubble, can every priest do these things?"

"Most of them can be achieved, and those who cannot will eventually be able to through practice."

Bubble thought for a moment and added, "This is what the white-bearded old man told Bubble."

"I never expected that these priests would have their own unique cultivation system."

Misato remarked, "Compared to the Black Heaven Cult, the Federation's mystical side is still in the stage of groping in the dark on its own."

"Even the top academy on the Federation's mystical side, Unicorn Academy, cannot provide a method to make all students stronger."

"To put it nicely, it's about letting everyone develop freely, but what's the reality?"

Miri sat up: "I originally thought the grasslands were a very backward place, with no bathrooms, no cars, no televisions, and it seemed like they were still in the era of cold weapons, fighting without guns."

"But the grasslands—no, the Black Heaven Cult's mysterious system is so complete it's terrifying, completely overwhelming the Federation!"

"Bubble!"

Just then, several children dressed in white robes ran over from a distance.

"Teacher Bayan is about to start class, Bubble, come with us quickly."

"Okay, Misato, I'm going now. The old man with the white beard has to go to class."

"Go on, go on." Misato waved to Bubble.

She could have gone to sit in on the class as well, but she couldn't go back on her word.

We agreed to continue learning from Tana when she returned, but now she's gone off to learn from someone else. What kind of talk is that?

'I must have Tana teach me some powerful skills when she gets back, otherwise I'll really be at a disadvantage.'

Watching Bubble's departing figure, Misato thought to herself.

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"Grandpa, I'm here!" Bubble greeted an elderly man with gray hair.

"Good girl, sit down." Bayan looked at her with a smile, his attitude exceptionally kind.

Not only Bayan, but also the two middle-aged priests standing behind him smiled at Bubble.

The little girl looked at the soft mat on the ground and shook her head, saying, "Everyone is standing, and Bubble wants to stand during class too."

"Haha, that's fine, but if you get tired of standing, be sure to sit down and rest," Bayan reminded him.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding children all cast envious glances at Bubble.

Although Teacher Bayan was usually very kind, he had never taken such good care of any student before.

"Today I want to talk about—getting close to nature," Bayan began, sharing his insights.

"Individual strength is limited. If we want to do things that we cannot do by ourselves, we must borrow strength."

"Your partner won't be by your side all the time, but nature is different."

"If you want to become an excellent priest, the first thing you must learn is how to use this great power."

"Note that since it is a borrowing, the most important thing is whether it is willing to lend us its power."

Bayan asked, "How can we get it to lend us its power?"

"Get close to nature!" a clever child answered quickly.

"How do we get close?" Bayan's question immediately stumped the children below.

"Make friends with nature!" Bubble replied cheerfully.

"Correct answer!"

Bayan stroked his beard, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Getting close to nature and making friends with nature is the conclusion I've reached over the years."

"Teacher, how can we make friends with nature?" one of the children asked.

"This requires starting with small things."

Bayan cleared his throat: "I have a few horses at home that haven't been fed yet, so I'll leave this task to you today."

"Huh!" Someone exclaimed, their eyes widening in surprise.

"Feeding horses? What does doing that have to do with being close to nature?"

“You’ll find out later,” Bayan said mysteriously.

Seeing this, the two priests behind him exchanged a bitter smile and then revealed a look of nostalgia.

I remember when I was studying under Teacher Bayan, he often made them do all sorts of odd jobs under the guise of "getting close to nature".

Looking at these little guys now, it's as if I'm seeing my younger self.

Section 264, Chapter 263: Rampant Destruction

"Alright, alright, stop dawdling and go on." Seeing the children still standing there dumbfounded, Bayan urged them on.

"Grandpa!"

"Hmm? What's wrong, Bubble? Don't you want to go feed the horses?"

"No, grandpa, the uncle behind you looks like he's in a lot of pain."

Bubble asked worriedly, "Is Uncle sick?"

Bayan was startled and quickly turned around.

"Atu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's just a stomachache, nothing serious." The man, who had seemed perfectly fine just moments before, now had beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He shook his head repeatedly, trying to brush it off.

"Nonsense, come here right now!"

Bayan grabbed his hand and pulled him to his side. "Your hand is hotter than mine. Do you have a fever?"

The man forced a smile. "It seems so. I'll go back and rest now."

"and many more!"

Bayan stared intently into his eyes: "Atu, are you hiding something from me?"

"No, no, I'm leaving!"

The man tried to run away, but his legs went weak and he staggered to the ground.

"..."

Bayan frowned, as if he had thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Quick, quick, take off Atu's shirt!"

When another priest approached him, Atu tried to resist, but he was too weak to fight back.

"what!"

"So many black patches."

"sick?"

"You're still sweating in this cold weather?"

Looking at the dense black spots on Atu's body, one of the children finally told the truth.

"Uncle Atu has heat rash!"

Upon hearing this, Bayan, who had been staring blankly, suddenly snapped to attention.

"Don't talk nonsense. This is what Atu got injured yesterday when he accidentally fell off his horse."

"You're not a kid anymore, how can you be so careless?"

As he spoke, Bayan waved to the children.

"Your Uncle Atu isn't feeling well today, so he won't be attending the rest of the classes."

"Go back, all of you go back!"

After the children had all left, still somewhat doubtful, Bayan knelt down in front of Atu: "When did this happen?"

"I accidentally fell off my horse yesterday..."

"I'm not senile yet!"

Bayan slapped Atu on the head hard: "What time is it? Why aren't you telling the truth?"

"Nine, the dark spots may have appeared ten days ago."

Atu said with a wry smile, "I felt okay yesterday, but my brain was a little muddled from the fever. I never expected that I would be in such a bad state today."

"..."

Bayan's hands trembled slightly as he stared at the black spots on Atu's body, a look of fear in his eyes.

"teacher."

Atu closed his eyes and said wearily, "Please bury me. Priests cannot have heat rash!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

"Teacher, we are about to go to war with that traitor Harbala. How can a priest get heat rash at a time like this?"

"This news must not get out!"

"..."

Bayan was speechless for a moment; Atu's words made a lot of sense.

Why was the Kshatriya Cult able to persuade so many tribes to send troops to attack Harbala?

While Tana's tireless efforts in traveling far and wide certainly played a part, the biggest contributor was probably—heat rash!