"Zi Manqing! You've gone too far!" Xin Yi scolded. "Now that the six realms are united, marriage alliances are commonplace. You have no right to comment on other people's bloodlines!"
Moreover, all races are spiritual beings; whether they cultivate demonic arts, immortality, or monsters in the future is their choice. How did that make them what you call bastards?
Even those born in the Immortal Realm can cultivate into demons or monsters; it's just that their cultivation methods are different. They can choose any of the three thousand Great Daos. How could a princess of the Demon Realm suffer such severe discrimination and exclusion?
Mo Xuanshuang's tail slapped loudly on the floor, her tiger eyes staring coldly at Zi Manqing, she really wanted to bite her to death.
Ruoruo clenched her fists and stepped forward, suppressing the tears of humiliation in her eyes, and asked angrily, "Zi Manqing, my elder brother Mo Wuyu ascended to the rank of High God at the age of three hundred. How many of the pure-blooded people you speak of are more powerful than him? I entered the Dao at the age of three and became the Lord of Kunlun Ruins. How old are you now? How is your cultivation? Have you entered the Dao yet?"
Zi Manqing's face darkened instantly, her voice almost shrill: "Who knows what tricks you bastards used? This prince disdains to compare himself with you."
"Disdain to compare? You're just afraid to compare, aren't you?" Ruoruo suddenly laughed as she spoke, and seriously held up her finger. "In terms of talent, you're not as good as me, much less as good as my elder brother. So you're afraid of being outdone by the mixed-bloods you look down on, aren't you?"
"You're talking nonsense," Zi Manqing retorted, but then clenched her fists tightly.
"Huh? Looks like Ruoruo was right. You're just jealous of my sister, aren't you?" Mo Jinyan shook his feathers smugly.
Zi Manqing's gaze was frighteningly gloomy, as if she wanted to pounce on them and kill these eyesores.
This time, she was supposed to make a name for herself at the academy, and she was supposed to be the one praised for her outstanding talent. But unexpectedly, Yan Ruoruo suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Yan Ruoruo didn't even take the entrance exam, but she stole all the limelight with her initiation ceremony.
This made her first place in the entrance exam for the children's class seem so insignificant.
Zi Manqing could never forget the look of disappointment in her father's eyes when she returned to the palace that day: "All the effort I put into you has been wasted, and you are not even as good as a bastard."
Seeing the smug Mo Jinyan and Yan Ruoruo who seemed to be mocking her, Zi Manqing clenched her fists tighter and tighter, her nails digging into her palms, and demonic energy surged from her body.
Xin Yi slapped her on the shoulder and said coldly, "Fighting in private is not allowed in the academy. If you want to fight, go to the challenge platform."
"Whether you're pureblood or mixed-blood, the path of cultivation depends entirely on talent. If you disagree, let's settle this with your cultivation achievements. I will only say one thing: if anyone discusses pureblood or mixed-blood in the academy again, they will be expelled."
On one side is the Demon Lord, and on the other is the Celestial Lord. Although she is a teacher, she really cannot intervene in the conflict between them. She can only suppress the matter and tell the two lords what happened so that they can make a decision.
Everyone returned to the new classroom, with Ruoruo and Zimanqing sitting in the first row on the far left and far right, respectively.
The snake named Lin Ye naturally sat with Zi Manqing, while Mo Jinyan and Mo Xuanshuang accompanied their younger sister.
The little snow leopard poked its head in, looking left and right, then snuggled up to Ruoruo and whispered, "Your Highness, I'm from the Celestial Realm, and I'll definitely support you. People from the Demon Realm are always so annoying."
The other students also chose to sit down in their respective groups.
Only the little chubby birds looked left and right, unsure where to sit.
QAQ, help! I really want to go home, and I don't want to sit on either side.
Mo Jinyan opened his mouth, made a "chirp" sound, and seemingly unintentionally spat out a bit of Phoenix True Fire.
The chubby little birds tumbled and crawled to sit next to Ruoruo.
When Xin Yi came in, she saw that both sides were filled with cubs, and there was a row of empty tables in the middle, which gave her a headache.
Since the six realms of immortals, demons, monsters, the underworld, humans, and immortals reached an agreement to cease hostilities, the cubs have always been in mixed classes in order to promote friendly exchanges among the six realms.
Even in the years immediately following the ceasefire, when the children on both sides were at odds, there wasn't such a clear distinction between friend and foe, forcing classmates to take sides.
Moreover, both sides are children of royalty.
If the conflicts between them are so deep from childhood, how can the Six Realms remain peaceful when they grow up and are able to participate in two terms of government?
After giving them their first literacy lesson with a heavy heart, Xin Yi wrote a letter to both the Demon Lord and the God Lord, recounting in detail what had happened that day.
As for what happened next, she couldn't control it anymore.
After all, the teachers of the academy do not belong to the Six Realms, nor can they step out of the academy.
However, she attached a bill for the classroom renovation to the end of her letter to Mo Yong.
Mo Yong received the letter and frowned slightly.
Mo Wuyu said gently, "Ruoruo is young and doesn't know any better. She was just a little too rough in order to protect herself. It's nothing serious. Father, you don't need to worry. Just leave it to me to handle."
"Isn't this a big deal?" Mo Yong slammed the letter on the table, his face showing a hint of anger. Mo Wuyu considered saying a few more words for Ruoruo.
Then Mo Yong said sternly, "I want to ask that Demon Lord how he taught his daughter. How could he cause such a scene at the academy? Ruoruo must have been frightened!"
It seemed that Ruoruo didn't need him to say anything at all.
Mo Wuyu said slowly, "I will pick them up from school later and comfort Ruoruo. I will also compensate the academy. Father, what you should be worried about now is the attitude shown by that little prince from the Demon Realm."
Her attitude towards mixed-race individuals was almost identical to that of the Demon Lord.
Mo Yong crushed the letter in his hand, his tone icy: "The Demon Realm is arrogant and conceited, and has been complacent and closed off for years. If he still dares to dream of unifying the Six Realms, he is courting death. Why should I be afraid of him?"
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