In the blink of an eye, another half a month had passed. By now, Jianchen had been in the Huang Family Village for more than a month. During this half a month, Jianchen rarely stepped out of his room. He locked himself in the wooden hut all day long and devoted himself to increasing his strength. He would only go out for a meal once every three or four days. Even so, he didn't stay outside for too long. As soon as he finished eating, he would immediately return to the wooden hut to continue cultivating. He rarely showed his face in front of outsiders.
After half a month of cultivation, the Saint Force in Jianchen's body was growing at an extremely fast rate. At the same time, the monster cores in his Space Belt were being consumed at an extremely fast rate. Fortunately, he had already prepared enough Class 3 and Class 4 Monster Cores. Moreover, there were also some monster cores in the Space Belts that he had taken from the Great Saint Masters in Fengyang City. Therefore, Jianchen didn't have to worry about running out of monster cores for a short period of time. Moreover, there were two Class 5 Monster Cores in his Interspatial Ring. Just these two Class 5 Monster Cores were enough to match up to over a hundred Class 4 Monster Cores. With so many Monster Cores added together, it was enough to raise his strength to the Great Saint Master level.
Right now, Jianchen's strength had already reached the peak of the high level Saint Master realm. There was only a thin barrier between him and the Great Saint Master realm that was as thin as paper.
At this final juncture, Jianchen stopped cultivating and slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, there was a trace of excitement in his calm eyes. He should have broken through to the Great Saint Master realm more than a month ago. Unfortunately, because of the residual injuries in his body, he had no choice but to delay his breakthrough. Once he broke through to the Great Saint Master realm, he would have enough power to take care of the Tianxiong Clan in Wake City.
Taking a deep breath, Jianchen slowly calmed his surging emotions. Then, he took out a dozen Class 4 Monster Cores from his Space Belt. They were the size of a child's fist and placed them in front of his legs to prepare for his breakthrough.
This was because at the critical juncture of his breakthrough, he would need an extremely large amount of energy. At that time, he wouldn't have the time to take out the monster cores from his Space Belt. Therefore, these things had to be prepared before he broke through.
After everything was prepared, Jianchen held a Class 4 Monster Core in each hand and slowly closed his eyes to enter a state of cultivation again.
In the blink of an eye, another day had passed. At noon, Rothko, his wife Fang Hui, and two children were sitting in the hut, eating lunch.
"Isn't Jian Chen cultivating too hard? In the past half a month, he's only come out for a meal once every two or three days. I really don't know how he's able to endure it. It's already been four whole days, but Jian Chen hasn't taken a single step out of his room. Sigh, I'm really worried that he'll fall sick from exhaustion." Looking through the door, Fang Hui shook her head and sighed as she looked at a small wooden house with a tightly shut wooden door not far away. Her tone actually carried a trace of worry.
Rothko chuckled when he heard that, "Hui 'er, you've never come in contact with Saint Force, so you'll never understand how wondrous Saint Force is. Jianchen really is working very hard on his cultivation, at least a hundred times harder than I was in the past, but he'll never get sick from exhaustion. As for eating, there's no need to even mention it. On the Tian Yuan Continent, it's very normal for some powerful people to not eat for several days or even weeks. When I was out on missions in the past, my companions and I didn't eat for four or five days, but we were still alive and well as we fought against bandits."
Fang Hui pouted in disdain when she heard that. She said, "You are you, and Jianchen is Jianchen. Don't forget that you were already in your thirties back then, while Jianchen was only in his early twenties. He was so skinny, so how could he compare to you?"
Rothko gently sighed, "Hui 'er, you've never moved around the Tian Yuan Continent, so you don't know about this. Let me tell you, a person's strength has nothing to do with age. Some people with poor talent will never be able to condense a Saint Weapon and become a Saint in their entire lives, while some people with good fortune and resources will reach heights that many mercenaries will never be able to reach in their entire lives."
"Take our village chief for example. He's already over a hundred and fifty years old this year, but he's only a Great Saint. He's already the most powerful person in our village. On the other hand, our village chief's strength has barely reached the standard to graduate from some of the academies on the Tian Yuan Continent. There are many people below the age of thirty who possess the strength of our village chief."
Fang Hui nodded with some understanding. She said after some thought, "You're right, but Jianchen might not be that powerful. After all, he's far too young."
After hearing Fang Hui's words, Rothko was about to continue defending himself when suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from outside the house without any warning. It swept up a large amount of sand and sand into the house, covering the few plates of vegetables on the table with sand and sand.
"Oh no, why is there such a gust of wind all of a sudden?" Rothko's face changed slightly, and he immediately ran over to close the door.
"Sob sob sob sob sob sob sob … Father, mother, sand has gotten into my eyes. I can't open them," Luo Jia covered her eyes as she sat at the table and sobbed.
Fang Hui hurried over to Luo Jia's side and comforted her, "Good girl, don't cry. I'm here, so let me blow the sand away for you. Come, open your eyes."
Rothko glanced back at the dishes on the table that were covered in sand. He hesitated slightly before sternly saying, "Stay in the room for now. I'll go out and take a look. This gust of wind came far too suddenly. There were no signs at all. It feels rather strange." With that, Rothko opened the door and walked out.
The gust of wind continued to wreak havoc outside the room, kicking up dust into the air and blotting out the sun. Even the scorching sun in the sky was slightly dimmed by the thick layer of dust that had accumulated in the sky. Some of the clothes that had been hung outside had been blown high into the air by the gust of wind, where they danced in the wind. A large number of tiles on the roofs had been blown away. A few of the weaker wooden huts had even been blown apart by the gust of wind.
"What's going on? Why is there such a gust of wind all of a sudden …"
"This gust of wind is so strange. It came all of a sudden, and it's so violent …"
In the distance, the villagers of the Huang village all walked out of their wooden huts. They were all extremely confused.
Rothko casually looked around. When he accidentally glanced at Jianchen's hut, his eyes suddenly narrowed. This was because he suddenly discovered from the dust that the gust of wind seemed to be spreading out with Jianchen's hut as the center.
Rothko, who had once roamed the Tian Yuan Continent and possessed the strength of a Saint Master, quickly deduced the truth from this phenomenon. His eyes immediately widened as he stared at Jianchen's hut in disbelief. He involuntarily cried out, "I- is this caused by Jianchen's cultivation?" At that moment, Rothko's heart churned. He understood extremely well just how much strength was required to cause something like this. At the very least, he was nowhere close to being able to do something like this when he was a Saint Master over a decade ago. What filled him with even more disbelief was that Jianchen had already surpassed him in the past when he was only in his early twenties.
"I really was mistaken. The kid's strength is definitely greater than a Saint Master. He's probably a Great Saint Master at the very least," Rothko sighed. Although he had become a cripple now, he still possessed his past experience, so he was able to estimate Jianchen's strength immediately.
"Everyone, look. The gale seems to be blowing in that direction." An old voice vaguely rang out from the distance. A white-haired old man pointed in the direction of Jianchen's hut.
With that, the others all turned their heads in the direction of Jianchen's hut. Someone immediately said, "The chief is right. The gale is indeed blowing in that direction. Look, the dust in the air is spreading in all directions."
"Let's go and take a look …"
"Yeah, let's go and see what's going on …"
Afterwards, the group of people followed the village chief to Jian Chen's wooden hut. Rothko discovered their arrival as soon as possible. He hurriedly ran over to stop them and said, "Chief, let's not go over right now. We don't want to disturb Jianchen."
"Rothko, what's going on? The gale seems to be blowing out from that hut," the chief said to Rothko. The village chief asked Rothko. His voice was filled with doubt, and his wrinkled old face was also very solemn.
"Yeah, Rothko. What's in that hut? It can't be hiding some kind of treasure, right?" Someone immediately followed after the chief.
"Yeah, Rothko. You're too unkind. You found a treasure, but you won't even let us take a look."
"Hurry up and take out the treasure so we can see it. I've never seen a treasure that can blow out wind before."
Following that person's words, the others also thought that there must be some kind of treasure hidden in that hut, so they all started to make a ruckus.
"Shh … Shh … Everyone, be quiet." Rothko hurriedly made a shushing gesture. After everyone quieted down, he lowered his voice and said innocently, "Please don't misunderstand, everyone. I don't have any treasure. This is clearly caused by Jianchen cultivating in that hut. According to my previous experience, this phenomenon should only appear when Jianchen reaches the most crucial moment of his cultivation. He should be most afraid of being disturbed at that moment, or there will be very serious consequences. It will be very disadvantageous for Jianchen. Let's go, let's all stay away and not disturb Jianchen's cultivation."
"Oh, so that's how it is …"
"That's impossible. I've seen Jianchen before. Why haven't I noticed that he's so powerful? He actually has the ability to summon wind and rain."
"Rothko, you're not lying to us, are you?"
Everyone questioned. After all, they had all grown up in a mountain village. They had never been to the Tian Yuan Continent before, so many of them doubted Rothko's words. They did not believe that someone younger than them would possess such great ability. What they were witnessing right now was already an impressive ability in their eyes.
The old village chief stared at Jianchen's hut for quite a while. Deep shock filled his eyes as well. He then sighed deeply and turned around, "Everyone, Rothko's words make a lot of sense. We'll know whether or not it's the same as what Rothko has said later. Let's stay away for now so that we don't disturb Jianchen."
The old village chief clearly possessed great prestige in everyone's hearts. With his words, everyone immediately stopped talking and silently backed away. They only stopped when they were fifty meters away. They all stood there and stared at Jianchen's hut.
The wind continued to wreak havoc in the surroundings, but it did not cover a large area. It only covered a radius of a few hundred meters, which was just enough to envelop the entire village.
The crowd watched from fifty meters away for nearly an hour. During this time, even some of the old and frail people, as well as some women and children, left their houses one after another to watch what was happening here with curiosity in the face of the flying sand and sand.
At this moment, almost all of the over 100 residents of the Huang Village who were still able to move had gathered here to witness a scene that they had never seen before. If this happened on the Tian Yuan Continent, it might not have attracted the attention of anyone, but it was extremely novel in this isolated mountain village.
"Why do I feel more and more uncomfortable? It's so uncomfortable that even breathing is becoming extremely difficult," an old man suddenly rubbed his chest as he asked in confusion.
"Yes, I also feel very stuffy in my chest. It's so stuffy that I feel flustered. Moreover, I feel like I'm carrying something very heavy on my back." As soon as the old man finished speaking, a middle-aged man standing beside him also spoke up.
"Me too. My chest feels stuffy, as if there's a huge rock pressing down on my chest. I can't breathe."
"That's strange. You guys also feel the same way? I thought it was because I was feeling unwell somewhere."
"I also feel the same way …"
"I have one too …"
Rothko was surprised when he heard everyone's discussion. He then seemed to think of something, and his face changed slightly. He immediately called out, "Everyone, back off! This is an invisible presence that only powerful people can give off. It will directly affect the people in the surroundings. Some peak experts can even directly suffocate people to death with just their presence alone."
Everyone's faces changed drastically when they heard Rothko's words, including the old village chief. They backed off in a hurry, only stopping when they were a hundred meters away. Many of them had no idea what a presence was, but they had clearly heard that a few peak experts could directly suffocate people to death with just their presence alone.
"Bang!"
Just when everyone had retreated to a hundred meters away, a loud sound suddenly rang out. Jian Chen's wooden hut was instantly smashed to pieces, and then a figure smashed through the roof and shot into the sky like a cannonball. In the blink of an eye, he flew fifty meters into the air.
"Ahhh!"
Jianchen floated fifty meters in the air and let out a long roar. The sound waves rolled out, spreading far and wide. Then, powerful and surging Saint Force gathered in his left hand. With a wave of his hand, a pure ball of light made of Saint Force flew out of his hand, whistling towards the ground in the distance.
Boom!
When the ball of energy hit the ground, it let out a loud boom, accompanied by a large amount of smoke and dust that slowly rose from the ground. When the smoke and dust dissipated, to everyone's shock, there was already a two to three meter wide and five meter deep crater.
Surging Saint Force once again surged out of Jianchen's right hand, quickly condensing into a silver-white longsword. Under the illumination of the sun, the longsword reflected a dazzling light, making people not dare to look at it directly. This longsword seemed to be even more dazzling than the sun in the sky.
With a flash of silver light, the longsword pierced through the air with lightning speed. A sharp Sword Qi with a dazzling light broke free from the longsword's shackles and shot into the ground a few hundred meters away. It silently sank into the hard ground, leaving only a very small crack on the surface. There was not a single crack in the surrounding area.
After this stab, Jianchen's body slowly landed on the ground. Although he could reach a height of fifty meters in a single leap, he could only stay in the air for less than a breath of time.
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