"My soul has actually become so powerful." Jianchen was surprised, but he was unable to become happy no matter what. His soul had become powerful, but it did not seem to have any other use aside from his senses.
Suddenly, Jianchen's body trembled slightly. He immediately closed his eyes and entered the void, sensing the surroundings. At that moment, the various energies that filled the surroundings entered Jianchen's senses. At that moment, the world seemed to have become a world filled with colors in Jianchen's eyes.
This was because he saw various colors floating in the surroundings. There was white that gave off a weak glow, black that gave off the power of darkness, red that gave off a faint warmth, yellow that gave off a heavy presence, blue that gave off a moist presence, and green that swam nimbly.
Jianchen was actually stunned for a moment as he sensed the colors in the surroundings. He could actually sense the six elemental energies in the surroundings so clearly. This was impossible in the past. In the past, Jianchen could not sense any other elemental energies aside from Radiant Saint Force. He could only sense pure energy of the world.
But now, apart from Radiant Saint Force, he could even clearly sense the other five elemental energies. He could not help but feel like he was dreaming.
"Is this an ability that comes from the fusion of my soul and the sword spirits?" Jianchen thought to himself. That was the only explanation for the unbelievable scene before him right now.
Jianchen slowly opened his eyes. He raised his right hand slightly and spread his fingers. Immediately, the temperature in Jianchen's room suddenly skyrocketed. Afterward, the space around Jianchen gradually became fiery red. Streaks of red light gathered toward his hands from all directions, forming a roaring sea of fire in front of his hand in the end.
Jianchen stared at the sea of fire in front of his hand blankly. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
Although the raging sea of fire was very close to Jianchen's palm, Jianchen could not feel any heat. It was as if the flame was just an illusion and not real.
"Fire! Fire! Not good! Fire!" Suddenly, an anxious shout came from outside. Jianchen was suddenly awakened. At this time, he suddenly realized that the small wooden house had begun to burn, and was burning with raging flames.
Jian Chen was immediately stunned. The flames that had gathered in his hand disappeared as well. He had actually forgotten that the fire resistance of the wooden hut was extremely poor.
"Bang!" The wooden door of the cabin was kicked open, and a little fatty in coarse clothes rushed in from the outside, shouting, "Oh no, it's on fire, it's on fire, the cabin is on fire, Jianchen, run!" As he spoke, Little Fatty rushed to the bed as if he was flying. He grabbed Jianchen and rushed out of the wooden house.
The small wooden house was quickly engulfed by the fire, and billowing black smoke floated in the sky.
"Put out the fire, put out the fire, water, quickly go and find water." Shouts came from afar, and more than ten villagers in coarse clothes ran from afar, holding large water tanks in their hands.
"Tianyu, what happened? Why is the cabin on fire?" At this time, Little Fatty's father came, and looked at the cabin engulfed by the sea of fire.
Little Fatty cried and looked at the middle-aged man pitifully. His face was full of innocence, "Father, I don't know. I don't know. How did the house catch fire? I don't remember there being any fire in the house. Where did the fire come from? "
Hearing this, the middle-aged man glanced at Jianchen, and said nothing. His face was very calm.
Little Fatty's expression changed, as if he thought of something. He looked at Jianchen in his arms and exclaimed, "Heavens, Jianchen, don't tell me you took it too hard."
Jianchen broke away from Little Fatty's arms and stood on the ground with great difficulty. Although the injuries on his body had healed, the internal injuries were still very serious. As long as he used a little strength, it would bring him great pain.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." Jianchen's face revealed a trace of a faint smile. His mood had improved a lot.
"Aiyaya, Jianchen, don't take it too hard. You are still so young, you can't die like this. You must live well." Little Fatty looked at Jianchen nervously, afraid that Jianchen would take it too hard and do something stupid.
Jianchen could not help but smile when he saw how nervous Little Fatty was. He said, "Don't worry, I won't do something stupid like that."
The middle-aged man chuckled when he saw how Jianchen did not seem to be faking it. He said, "Looks like you've thought it through."
"Quick, put out the fire!"
"Pour the water harder. Everyone, hurry up."
At this moment, over a dozen villagers in simple clothes had already arrived before the burning hut with large tanks of water. They began to pour water to put out the fire.
The middle-aged man walked up and stopped the villagers who were putting out the fire. He said, "There's no need for that. Let's rest for a while. If it's burnt down, it's burnt down. We can build a new one."
"Alright, uncle Xiudi. Since you've said that, we won't be busy anymore." The villagers stopped what they were doing. They all looked at the middle-aged man with respect.
"Sigh, my poor hut. Looks like I'll have to build it myself again." Only Little Fatty's face was dejected. He seemed to be in pain.
Seeing the expression on the little fatty's face, Jian Chen revealed a rare trace of awkwardness. He never thought that he would be so careless as to burn down someone's house. This made him feel a little apologetic.
"I'm really sorry. Once I've recovered, I'll build a new hut for you," Jianchen said apologetically.
The little fatty's eyes lit up as he said, "Alright, you have to remember this. Once you've recovered, you have to help me build a new house. When the time comes, we'll work together and build a bigger house." As he said that, Little Fatty suddenly looked behind Jianchen. He said in surprise, "Grandpa, grandpa, Jianchen, look. My grandpa has returned."
Jianchen instinctively turned around when he heard that. He saw an old man in plain clothes with a hoe on his shoulder walk over step by step. The old man seemed extremely ordinary, no different from any other old man. His long, white hair was tied up by a straw rope and fell casually to his back. He was dressed very simply as well. His clothes were even covered in patches. His bare feet were covered in mud. It was obvious that he was a farmer who had just returned home after working in the fields.
"Grandpa, grandpa, the person that dad saved has woken up. Let me introduce him to you. He's called Jian Chen," the little fatty hurriedly called out. He seemed like a child who had not yet grown up.
The old man glanced at Jianchen before looking at Little Fatty kindly. He said, "Little Fatty, why is your hut burning?"
Little Fatty glared at Jianchen beside him and said, "It was Jianchen who wanted to commit suicide. But it's fine now. He's already gotten over it."
Jian Chen almost fell to the ground when he heard that. The fatty did not try to hide his words at all, and he spoke completely based on his own judgement. It was as if he really was a child who had not grown up, which did not match his age at all.
The old man chuckled when he heard Little Fatty's words. He walked over to Jianchen and casually studied Jianchen. He smiled faintly, "Kid, you're bound for good fortune after surviving a great disaster. Take this pill. It should be able to heal your organs." With that, a pill appeared in the old man's hand and he passed it to Jianchen.
Surprise flashed through Little Fatty's father's eyes when he saw the old man take out another pill. He then smiled, "Hehe, Jianchen, this is a Class 8 Radiant Spirit Pill. It's extremely precious. It's rare that my father is willing to give you two."
"Thank you, sir. This is far too precious, so I dare not accept it." Jianchen said politely. He knew just how precious the Radiant Spirit Pill was. It was definitely not something a regular Radiant Saint Master could concoct. Just the Radiant Saint Force within it was much denser than the Radiant Saint Force that Jianchen could control.
The old man chuckled, "I don't have much use for this. It just happens to be very helpful to you in your current condition. Take it and heal your wounds as soon as possible."
Jianchen hesitated slightly before accepting the old man's pill. He carefully stored it away. He understood just how precious the pill was, but he was reluctant to consume it.
"Little Fatty, go arrange a room for this young man to rest in." After saying this, the old man carried a hoe and walked towards a wooden house not far away on bare feet.
Jianchen stared at the old man's back with some mixed feelings. He had no idea what he was thinking.
"Jianchen, let's go. I'll take you to a room." Little Fatty supported Jianchen and left.
Very soon, Jianchen lay down on the bed to rest again. He used the excuse of needing to rest as an excuse to beat up Little Fatty before lying down on the bed. Who knew what he was thinking.
After quite a while, Jianchen finally dismissed his thoughts. He began to control the Radiant Saint Master to heal himself. He was unwilling to eat the Class 8 Radiant Spirit Pill the old man had given him.
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