The First Cultivator - Changing Existence-Chapter 757: Mora -

The inner city was a bit different from the outer city, but not by too much. If anything, there was some more space for things. There wasn't much to explore at this time, but he still took a lap around it.

The only place he had yet to visit in the Scholar Region Capital was the palace itself, which was separated by a large pit. Four bridges connected to it from each direction, and there were guards guarding each one.

He did not know if a first class citizen could enter the palace at all, much less this late at night, and had no plan to.

He made his way outside of the city, where he set up a small camp. He was used to sleeping outside, and after staying at the Imperial Palace for ten years straight, it was a pleasant experience every time.

A poor man hoped for a warm bed and a cozy house, but the rich enjoyed sleeping outside, as they found the warm bed common, and the outside a far more unique experience.

Skymender soon fell asleep.

When he woke up, he returned to the city.

He walked around the inner city, and there was much more to explore than at night.

After looking at a few stores, he went to a public library. There, he began to gather a loose history on the Scholar Region and the Mainland itself.

Firstly, there were no nobles here. In the Scholar Region, intelligence mattered over everything else. An intelligent person could become the ruler here, and a foolish person could only be a beggar. No matter how important the status of one's parents, even if they were descended from a ruler, they would be nothing more than a common person without exceptional intelligence.

Secondly, he learned that the other regions ran similarly. The Sword Region's ruler was decided on who was the strongest, the spot almost always being held by a Sword Grandmaster throughout history. This alone was extremely shocking.

However, what he learned next only added onto it.

There were not only Sword Grandmasters here, but Spear Grandmasters and Bow Grandmasters. Like the Sword Region, their rulers had almost always been Grandmasters as well.

This showed just how outmatched the Continent of Wu would be in a direct fight.

Thirdly, Skymender learned about the previously unknown region. This region was the only one that didn't follow the rule of the ruler being the best at something. The name of this region also confirmed the Emperor's speculations.

This final region, the smallest of them all, yet equally feared, was known as the Temple Region.

From everything he read, the Temple here was exactly like the Temple on the Continent of Wu, except bigger and better. There was also a terrifying figure there known as the Temple Master.

Everything about him was unknown, save for the fact that he alone was enough to cause the Temple Region to be free of war.

Skymender intended to learn more, but was interrupted as someone appeared at his side.

"Sir Skymender?" He asked.

Skymender looked at him and nodded.

"I have been sent by the Chairman to invite you to the palace."

Skymender stood up. "Let's go."

The man led without any more words.

They moved through the inner city and approached the bridge.

The guards did not even look at them as they passed.

As he walked into the palace, Skymender wondered what made the Scholar Region, a place based on intelligence, able to stand equal to places with Grandmasters.

He hadn't gotten that far before being interrupted.

He traveled through many floors of the palace before reaching a large door.

The man knocked on it, bowed towards Skymender, and left.

In just a few seconds, the door was opened by the man who had graded his test. "Please come in."

Skymender entered. Once inside, he saw a young man sitting at a table looking at him. In front of him were writing utensils and papers.

The young man spoke. "Come. I shall test if you are worthy of teaching me."

Skymender looked at him for a moment before turning to the man who had graded his test. "You can go ahead and leave. I'll handle things here."

The man nodded hesitantly, but soon nodded and left.

Skymender turned back to the young man.

"What are you called?" He asked.

The young man spoke. "They call me Mora."

Skymender nodded. "Listen up, Mora. Today, I'll be seeing if you are worthy of being taught by me."

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Skymender turned the young man's words back on him.

He was the Imperial Scholar of the Faceless Empire, which had dominated a continent. Whether it was a different continent or not, he was an unparalleled genius with knowledge so far reaching he could be described as the most knowledgeable person in the world.

Some young punk wasn't qualified to play games with him.

Mora's face changed. He didn't seem upset, simply surprised and curious. Skymender was old looking after so many years. He had a blindfold covering his eyes for some reason, and a glove on one of his hands.

By all means, he didn't seem normal, especially considering how he spoke.

"How old are you?" Skymender asked.

"Eighteen." Mora said.

"How long have you been learning?"

"12 years, give or take." Mora responded.

Skymender nodded, instantly creating a test in his head.

He began to ask questions.

"What happens when you mix the blood of a vine mole and a moon mouse at a 4:1 proportion in a pot with a heat reaching 320 degrees?"

The young man was instantly stumped.

Seeing his face, Skymender did not bother hearing his answer.

"What species and subspecies of lizard is known to be mistaken for a crystal on the ground during a full moon?"

The young man thought for a moment. "Moon Lizard."

"What subspecies?" Skymender asked.

The young man did not have an answer.

For around an hour, Skymender asked the young man hundreds of questions. He was rarely able to answer one correctly.

At the end of it, Skymender made his judgement.

"You're lucky I'm getting paid, or you wouldn't be qualified. Let's begin your lessons."