Changyang Ke gripped his axe tightly as he looked at Jianchen cautiously. With the lesson from before, he no longer dared to underestimate Jianchen, so he was especially cautious this time.
Jianchen maintained a faint smile the entire time. When he looked at Changyang Ke, there was a teasing look in his eyes that Changyang Ke could not understand. He said, "Third brother, can we begin the attack?"
Changyang Ke gripped his axe tightly. This time, he circulated all the Saint Force in his body before charging at Jianchen again. He was clearly much faster than before.
Jianchen casually waved the branch that was only half a meter long. He suddenly had a wondrous feeling, as if there was an extremely obscure connection between his soul and the branch. At the same time, Jianchen could not help but think about how he had only comprehended the ability to control swords with his soul when he was about to die in his previous life. In the end, the sword in his hand flew a hundred meters and pierced through Dugu Qiubai's throat under the control of his' soul '.
Thinking up to there, Jianchen subconsciously controlled the branch in his hand to stab at Changyang Ke.
Swish!
As soon as he thought of that, the branch in Jianchen's hand seemed to come alive. It flew out of Jianchen's hand on its own and stabbed at Changyang Ke with great speed. The entire branch was enveloped by a faint white light as strands of powerful and sharp sword Qi radiated from it. The branch moved extremely quickly, as quick as lightning. With a flash of light, it arrived before Changyang Ke's chest.
Jianchen paled in fright when he sensed the speed of the branch and the sword Qi that had appeared out of nowhere. He immediately controlled the branch to stop. He had no doubt that the branch could easily pierce through Changyang Ke's body with the speed of the branch and the sword Qi that had suddenly appeared. Even if Jianchen did not die, he would still be heavily injured. Once that happened, Jianchen would be in great trouble.
The branch finally stopped when it reached Changyang Ke's chest. Even though that was the case, the tip of the branch still pierced Changyang Ke's chest. Fortunately, it did not go too deep, only piercing his skin. If Jianchen had reacted a little slower, Changyang Ke's body would have been pierced. The consequences would have been unthinkable then.
Jianchen wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead. His soul had an extremely obscure connection with the branch, so through the connection, Jianchen understood that the branch had only pierced Changyang Ke's skin a little. It was not a big deal. Only then did Jianchen relax.
The pain from his chest caused Changyang Ke's chubby face to pale involuntarily. When he lowered his head and saw the blood on his chest, his expression suddenly changed, and he began to cry. Tears poured out of his eyes like a fountain.
"B- B- I'm bleeding … Wah … Brother … Brother … You … You hit me … Wah … Mother … I'm going to tell mother … Mother … Brother hit me …" At that moment, Changyang Ke seemed to have turned into a naughty child who loved to cry. He threw away the wooden axe in his hand and ran out of the garden while crying. After all, Changyang Ke was not even ten years old, and he was still a child who had grown up in a greenhouse.
Jianchen helplessly shook his head as he watched Changyang Ke gradually disappear from his sight. He walked back to his residence. He understood that he would probably be severely reprimanded soon.
… …
"What? Chang Bo, you're not joking with me, right?" The patriarch of the Changyang Prefecture, Changyang Ba, suddenly stood up from his chair in a study room. He stared at the old man in front of him as he spoke in surprise.
The old man was the caretaker of the Changyang Prefecture, Chang Bo.
Chang Bo nodded with certainty. He said with a serious expression, "Patriarch, I didn't believe it at first, but there were several dozen people in the kitchen who saw it clearly. The fourth young master did indeed injure a worker who was working in the kitchen. In the end, he even lifted the worker who weighed over a hundred kilograms and threw him five meters away. Most importantly, this worker was at the third layer of Saint Force."
The surprise in Changyang Ba's eyes became even heavier when he heard that. There was even some disbelief in his eyes.
Chang Bo looked at Changyang Ba and hesitated slightly before speaking again, "Patriarch, I just received news that the fourth young master injured the third young master with a single branch when he was sparring in the garden."
"What? Xiang 'er and Ke' er were sparring, and Xiang 'er actually injured Ke' er?" Changyang Ba's voice was once again filled with surprise.
"Yes, patriarch. Furthermore, the fourth young master only used a tree branch while the third young master used a wooden axe," Chang Bo added.
"How is that possible?!" Changyang Ba stood up from his chair again and said, "Xiang 'er is unable to cultivate Saint Force. On the other hand, Ke' er is older than Xiang 'er by three years and has reached the third layer of Saint Force. In addition, he has been training every day. How could he be defeated by Xiang' er who doesn't know any martial arts?"
At this moment, a half meter long tree branch suddenly appeared in Chang Bo's hand. He said, "Patriarch, the fourth young master used this tree branch to defeat the third young master."
Changyang Ba took the tree branch that was thinner than a pinky finger from Chang Bo. On the other side of the tree branch, there was still a bit of blood.
When Changyang Ba's gaze landed on the dried blood on the broken part of the tree branch, his expression suddenly became serious. He said, "Chang Bo, is Ke 'er alright?"
"The third young master is fine. It's just a scratch," Chang Bo replied.
Changyang Ba nodded slightly. Only then did his expression become better. He took the tree branch in his hand and carefully examined it several times. His expression became more and more doubtful. In the end, he could not help but say, "Chang Bo, this is just an extremely ordinary tree branch. The tip is also extremely flat. With Xiang 'er's strength, he shouldn't be able to injure Ke' er with this tree branch."
Hearing this, Chang Bo nodded slightly. A light gradually appeared in his eyes as he said, "Patriarch, I have a bold guess. The fourth young master might not be a cripple who can't cultivate Saint Force. Looking at the fourth young master's performance today, perhaps he has already cultivated Saint Force. Moreover, it's at the fourth layer of Saint Force at the very least. Otherwise, the fourth young master wouldn't have been able to defeat Qiu 'er who had reached the third layer of Saint Force."
Hearing this, Changyang Ba's face filled with joy. A trace of excitement gradually appeared in his eyes. Changyang Ba's greatest regret had always been his fourth son who had been extremely talented since he was young but was unable to cultivate.
"Chang Bo, are you saying that not only can Xiang 'er cultivate Saint Force, he's also a cultivation genius?" Changyang Ba's voice trembled slightly. He was filled with excitement. Reaching the fourth layer of Saint Force at the age of seven was indeed a rare genius on the Tian Yuan Continent. After all, under normal circumstances, one would need to be around eight or nine years old to reach the fourth layer of Saint Force.
Chang Bo nodded slightly, "I've watched the fourth young master grow up. I can clearly see his extraordinary talent. I've always held great expectations for the fourth young master. I can faintly feel that in the near future, the fourth young master's achievements will definitely surpass mine."
Hearing Chang Bo's last sentence, Changyang Ba's body could not help but tremble slightly. Disbelief and joy filled his eyes.
Chang Bo continued, "When I first learned that the fourth young master was a cripple who could not cultivate Saint Force, I also felt that it was extremely strange. I always felt that something was wrong, but I never understood what the problem was. Only today, after seeing the two things that the fourth young master has done, have I confirmed that my previous guess was correct. The fourth young master is not someone who cannot cultivate Saint Force, but is instead a cultivation genius."
Changyang Ba took a deep breath and slowly calmed his excitement. Just as he was about to say something, a servant suddenly ran in and respectfully said to Changyang Ba, "Patriarch, the third young master is injured. The third madam has invited you over."
"Alright, you may leave." Changyang Ba waved his hand and calmly said.
"Yes!" The servant responded respectfully and slowly retreated.
Changyang Ba looked at the housekeeper, Chang Bo, and said with a faint smile, "Chang Bo, why don't we go together and take a look? We can also go and show some concern for Xiang'er. We have indeed neglected Xiang'er during this period of time." Changyang Ba paused for a moment before saying in a serious tone, "Chang Bo, I'll have to trouble you to chase those two kitchen workers who bullied Xiang'er out of Changyang Prefecture. Hmph, two servants actually dare to bully my son."
Chang Bo smiled and said, "Patriarch, I've already chased those two out of the mansion. Although one of them was introduced by the first madam and the other is the younger brother of the guard captain, Qiu Ling, since they dared to bully the fourth young master, there's no need for them to continue staying in the mansion. Otherwise, where would my Changyang Prefecture's face go?"
…
Changyang Ke, who had been injured by Jianchen, lay on the bed in a spacious and luxuriously decorated room. His face was slightly pale, and the wound on his chest had already been carefully bandaged.
Changyang Ke's mother, Yu Fengyan, sat on the bed as she stared at her son in pain. Nearby, Jianchen and his mother, Bi Yuntian, as well as his first aunt, Ling Long, second aunt, Bai Yushuang, and second sister, Changyang Mingyue, stood in the room.
Yu Fengyan turned around and glared angrily at Bi Yuntian. Her voice was a little gloomy as she said, "Fourth Sister, your precious son is getting bolder and bolder. He actually used a weapon to injure Ke 'er. Fortunately, my Ke' er is blessed with good fortune and was not seriously injured. Otherwise, I really don't know what the consequences would be."
Hearing this, Jian Chen frowned and unhappily said, "You can't blame me for this. It was Third Brother who took the initiative to ask me to spar with him. Moreover, it was inevitable that I would receive some light injuries from a fight. Also, I didn't use a lethal weapon, only a tree branch. If you want to blame someone, then you can only blame Third Brother for not being skilled enough."
Yu Fengyan's face paled when she heard what Jianchen had said. However, Jianchen's words just happened to make a lot of sense, so Yu Fengyan could not find anything to say to that.
Yu Fengyan felt an indescribable anger when she thought about how she had been troubled by a child. In particular, Jianchen's final words, "you can only blame third brother for not being skilled enough." Yu Fengyan's face paled. Was he not implying that her son was worse than a cripple who could not cultivate Saint Force?
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