The dean chuckled and continued, "Changyang Shōten, you've already advanced to the Saint Realm, haven't you?"
Jianchen nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I've just successfully condensed a Holy Weapon."
"Then I wonder if your current strength is at the advanced or intermediate level of the Saint Realm." The dean smiled. In his opinion, Jianchen's current strength should be at least at the intermediate level of the Saint Realm. After all, he had seen with his own eyes that Jianchen had absorbed a huge amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth just now. Although he did not know how Jianchen had digested such a huge amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth, he understood that Jianchen's strength would definitely not stop at the primary level after absorbing so much Qi of Heaven and Earth.
As soon as he advanced to the Saint Realm, he directly skipped the primary level and became at least an intermediate level Saint. At the thought of this, the dean could not help but feel a burst of joy in his heart. This time, a real genius had finally walked out of his Kargath Academy.
"Dean, I've just successfully condensed a Holy Weapon. Of course, my current strength is still at the primary level." Jianchen knew that the dean at most thought that he had absorbed a huge amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth just now, so he asked this question.
"Primary level!" Hearing this, not only the dean, but even the deputy dean, Bai En, who was standing silently beside him, had a face full of disbelief.
"How is it possible? You've absorbed such a huge amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth. How can your strength still be at the primary level?" Bai En could not help but ask. Even the dean was full of doubts.
"I don't know either." Jianchen smiled bitterly. He did not intend to tell them what had happened in his Dantian.
"Alright, since Changyang Xiangtian is fine, it's time for us to leave." The dean looked at Jianchen and said, "Changyang Shōten, now that you've just advanced to the Saint Realm, you should familiarize yourself with the use of the Holy Weapon." With that, the dean and the deputy dean left Jianchen's room.
After leaving the dormitory building, the deputy dean, Bai En, asked curiously, "Dean, Changyang Shōten has clearly absorbed such a huge amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth. How can his strength still be at the primary level of the Saint Realm? This doesn't seem to make sense."
Hearing this, the dean nodded slightly and said, "Yes, it does. Perhaps there's some secret on Changyang Shōten that we don't know. Otherwise, how can he draw the Qi of Heaven and Earth within a radius of a dozen miles? This is an impossible thing." Then, the dean paused and continued continued continued, "From now on, as long as it's not too big a problem, we shouldn't interfere. let's let him grow on his own. Let's let him grow by himself. Let's not't ''t's's't will't''t's't't. let't '' Let's let let let ''t him' '' ''s't''s't's''t t t '''t't't't '' '' ''s.'t't't't's.' '''s't t ''s''s, he ''s.
"Yes, Bai En understands." Bai Bai, '' the vice-dean replied respectfully. He knew that it was worth it for the Kargath Academy to raise a genius.
The dean gazed at the blue sky and murmured, "Changyang Shōten seems to be only fifteen this year. A fifteen-year-old Saint is enough to shock the Tian Yuan Continent. Looks like Changyang Prefecture has really produced a genius this time. I hope he'll be able to walk on smoothly. He can't die prematurely, or it'll be a loss to the Kingdom of Gesun. Sigh, it's a pity that the Changyang Ancestor has already disappeared for a hundred years. If he were still alive, he would've probably succeeded already."
… …
After the dean left, Jianchen sat back down on his bed and observed the two specks of light that had suddenly appeared in his dantian. In the end, he sighed helplessly. Jianchen had no idea what was going on with the two specks of light. Although they were in his dantian, they were completely out of his control.
Jian Chen sighed inwardly. He had already decided to ignore them, because it was a complete waste of time. After all, he had already died once, so he was able to accept many things. In this life, other than Bi Yuntian, who had given him his first taste of motherly love, there was nothing else that he cared about.
Jianchen took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down. Afterward, he extended his right hand. With a thought, a powerful pulse of energy flashed and a slender sword appeared in Jianchen's right hand.
The sword was very small, and its entire body was silvery white. It was like a mirror that could clearly reflect the surrounding scenery.
The sword was four feet long and two fingers wide. On the surface of the sword near the hilt, there were two words, "Light Wind".
The shape of the sword was completely based on the sword that Jianchen had used in his previous life. As for the name, it was the same as the sword he had used in his previous life. It was called — — Light Wind Sword.
Jianchen's swordsmanship focused on the word 'fast'. His swordsmanship was light and agile, and could change into thousands of forms. It was like a gentle breeze that came and went without a trace, making it impossible to catch. Thus, it was called — — Light Wind Sword.
Holding the Light Wind Sword, Jianchen couldn't help but smile. Especially when he held the Light Wind Sword, he felt as if he had returned to his previous life.
The only difference was that at this moment, Jianchen felt as if the sword in his hand was like an extension of his arm. He didn't need to use too much strength to control it. Moreover, Jianchen could clearly feel that his' spirit 'was perfectly connected with the sword in his hand. It was as if the two were one and no longer separated. This was a feeling that he had never felt before in his previous life.
Jianchen extended his finger and lightly flicked the shiny silver sword.
"Ding!" Following a crisp sound, the Light Wind Sword let out a crisp sound. From the looks of it, the Light Wind Sword looked like it was forged from fine iron.
Jianchen was filled with joy as he used his left hand to gently stroke the Light Wind Sword. Looking at it, it was as if the sword was his most beloved person.
For a true swordsman, their love for the sword was something that could not be replaced by anything else. The sword was their life and their soul. In his previous life, Jianchen was such a person.
When Jianchen summoned the Light Wind Sword, the Saint Weapon that was entrenched in his Dantian disappeared. At this moment, all of his strength was concentrated on the sword in his hand. Not only could this sword display a powerful attack, it was also the source of Jianchen's strength. It would replace Jianchen's Dantian and provide him with an endless supply of energy.
With a thought, the Light Wind Sword in Jianchen's hand disappeared and a smaller version of the Light Wind Sword appeared in his Dantian.
In the blink of an eye, two days had passed since Jianchen had successfully become a Saint. In these two days, other than occasionally observing the purple and green lights in his Dantian, Jianchen spent the rest of his time in the Academy's library. He hoped that he would be able to find something related to his Dantian from the books, but unfortunately, he was unable to find anything.
In these two days, the news of Jianchen becoming a Saint spread throughout the Academy, causing another wave. This was because Jianchen had become a Saint too quickly. Everyone in the Kargath Academy knew that when Jianchen had just entered the Academy a few months ago, his strength was only at the eighth layer of Saint Force. But in just a few short months, Jianchen had broken through from eighty percent Saint Force to a Saint. Such a fast cultivation speed made everyone in the Kargath Academy gasp in surprise. This speed had completely surpassed the cultivation genius of the Kargath Academy, Cheng Mingxiang.
Far away from the Kargath Academy, in a dazzling palace. A middle-aged man in a purple and gold robe was sitting in the study, reading a book.
"Your Majesty, there is a messenger requesting an audience." At this moment, a deep and respectful voice sounded from outside the door.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's gaze slowly moved away from the book and looked towards the door. He said in an indifferent tone, "Come in." This middle-aged man was the ruler of the Kingdom of Gesun, Cardson.
As soon as the King's voice fell, the door of the study was gently opened. A young man in a black robe who looked to be around thirty years old quickly walked in. When he was thirty steps away from the King, he suddenly stopped and knelt on one knee. He said in a respectful tone, "Your Majesty, this is a letter from the dean of the Kargath Academy, Lord Kafir."
At first, the King didn't seem to care, but when he heard the name of the dean of the Kargath Academy, Kafir's name, his expression immediately became serious. He slowly placed the book in his hand on the table and said, "Quickly present it."
"Yes! Your Majesty! " Standing beside the King, a personal guard in armor respectfully responded. He immediately took the letter from the messenger and carefully checked it in his hand. After confirming that there were no problems, he walked forward and handed it to the King.
The King immediately opened the letter and read it. Then, a smile gradually appeared on his calm face as he muttered, "This Changyang Shōten is truly a genius. Not only can he defeat a Saint with only the eighth level of Saint Force, he can also defeat a mid-level Saint with only the tenth level of Saint Force. Moreover, he can condense a Saint Weapon and become a Saint at the age of fifteen. He truly is a genius. No wonder Royal Uncle praised him so much. With Royal Uncle's eyesight, there's naturally no problem with judging people. Since Royal Uncle has recommended Changyang Shōten, then I should do something."
"Changyang Shōten has Changyang Prefecture behind him, and he's also the fourth young master of Changyang Prefecture. It seems that it's impossible to control him. Since that's the case, I can only try my best to rope him in. Although Changyang Prefecture has been silent for decades, their family background is still there. Their strength cannot be underestimated. It's enough for me to do this. Since that's the case, let's do it this way." At this point, the King seemed to have decided on something. He immediately said, "Men, bring me a brush and ink."
Soon, the servant prepared the brush and ink. His Majesty picked up the brush and began to write. Finally, he carefully read the words that he had written. Then, he slowly folded it and left the study room.
The King held the written scroll in one hand and was escorted by a group of bodyguards. He passed through many halls in the palace and finally entered a beautiful courtyard.
Just as the King stepped into the courtyard, an old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties walked out of a room in the courtyard. He looked at the King calmly and smiled, "So it's Your Majesty. Please come in."
The King came before the old man. He did not enter the room. He handed the scroll in his hand to the old man and said in a serious tone, "Senior Ye Ming, I have an important letter that I need you to personally deliver to Changyang Prefecture in Lore City."
Hearing this, the old man's expression became slightly serious. He reached out to take the scroll in the King's hand and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will definitely deliver the letter." The old man knew that since it was a letter that required him to personally deliver, it was definitely not that simple.
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