Very soon, a weak consciousness emerged from the jade pendant and entered the old man's forehead.
The old man closed his eyes in thought for a while before suddenly opening them again. He said in surprise, "I never thought that it would actually be true. There really is a person called Yang Yutian who has passed the test to become a Class 6 Radiant Saint Master at the age of twenty-four. Isn't Yang Yutian's talent just too great? It really is unbelievable. But since he's a Class 6 Radiant Saint Master, he'll definitely participate in the competition between Class 7 Radiant Saint Masters in a year's time. It looks like … "The light in the old man's eyes flickered with uncertainty. He waved his hand at Lei Yin and said," Lei Yin, you can leave. "
"Yes, Third Grandpa!" Lei Yin respectfully retreated.
After Lei Yin left, the heavy door closed again. The old man stood in the completely sealed room with his head lowered in thought. Afterward, he took out the jade pendant and a consciousness emerged from his forehead, disappearing into the jade pendant.
In the City of God, in a luxurious mansion, a gentle middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged on a bed. In front of the middle-aged man's chest was a half-meter-long short sword that emitted a gentle light as it floated in the air. Within the short sword, there was an extremely powerful energy fluctuation.
The scholarly middle-aged man stared at the dagger completely condensed from Radiant Saint Force and gently sighed, "There's still a year and a half before the door to the saint artifact opens again. My Radiant Arcana is still stuck at the third level. I'm very dissatisfied with the progress I've made in the past fifty years. I wonder if I'll be able to make it into the top ten again in half a year's time."
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's expression changed. With a flip of his hand, an ancient jade pendant appeared in his hand. A weak thought came out of the jade pendant and drilled into the middle of the middle-aged man's eyebrows at lightning speed.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes in thought for a while before slowly opening them. A strange light appeared in his eyes as he sighed in amazement, "There's actually someone who can reach Class 6 at the age of twenty-four. Is this true? Isn't that too inconceivable? Wouldn't the speed of improvement be several times faster than a martial artist's cultivation? If this news is true, then the Lei Family has done a great service. "
The middle-aged man dispersed the condensed Radiant Saint Force and stood up from the bed. He paced around the luxurious room as he pondered.
Soon after, the middle-aged man's footsteps paused. His gaze looked towards the door as he cried out in a low voice, "Mister Feng!"
The door was silently opened, and a burly bald man walked in from outside. He cupped his hands towards the middle-aged man and said, "Respected Mr. Cheng, what can I do for you?"
The middle-aged man said, "Mister Feng, a genius has appeared in the Radiant Saint Master Union today. He has reached the 6th Class at such a young age. His name is Yang Yutian. Go investigate his whereabouts immediately. Once you find him, tell him that I, Cheng Duan Tian, sincerely wish to befriend him. In two days, I will be booking the most famous pleasure boat on the Fragrance River twenty kilometers outside the city. I hope to meet him."
"Yes, respected Mr. Cheng. I'll get to it immediately," the bald man said with a deep voice.
"Mister Feng, I don't know if Yang Yutian is still in the union. If he isn't, you can use the power of your clan to search for him." The moment the bald man left, the middle-aged man's indifferent voice rang out from the room again.
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At the same time, many important people in various places in the City of God received the same piece of news. At that moment, basically all the large clans and organisations in the City of God knew that a twenty-four-year-old 6th Class Radiant Saint Master had appeared in the union.
In another mansion in the City of God, an old voice rang out from a well-guarded courtyard, "A genius has appeared in the Radiant Saint Master Union. He's only twenty-four years old, yet he's already a Class 6 Radiant Saint Master. His talent is truly rare. Xiahou, immediately go find him with some people and invite him to my Marquis' estate as an esteemed guest. Remember, do not become enemies with him."
"Yes, Sir!" An icy-cold voice rang out from outside. Afterwards, a black figure flickered slightly and shot off into the distance with great speed.
In the southern region of the City of God, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man sat cross-legged in a gloomy underground secret room, practising Radiant Arcane Arts. The dense, milky-white light illuminated the gloomy secret room like it was daytime. Moreover, the entire secret room was enveloped in a layer of dense heat, as if it was in a sea of fire.
The heat completely originated from Radiant Saint Force. If a Class 6 Radiant Saint Master were to come here, they would definitely be extremely shocked, as this was a phenomenon that would only occur when one cultivated the Radiant Artes to a high level.
Even among all the Class 6 Radiant Saint Masters in the City of God, there were definitely not more than ten who could cultivate the Radiant Artes to such a level.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's face changed. The scorching Radiant Saint Force immediately dispersed and a jade pendant silently appeared in his hand. A consciousness immediately entered his forehead from the jade pendant.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes in thought for a while before slowly opening them. He said with a deep voice, "A twenty-four-year-old Class 6 Radiant Saint Master with the potential to cultivate the Radiant Artes that is close to a Class 7 Radiant Saint Master. At the same time, you're the president's third disciple. Yang Yutian, you make me feel slightly threatened." A weak, cold light flashed through the middle-aged man's eyes and the door to the room slowly opened. Dense Radiant Saint Force quickly gathered below his feet, forming a cloud. The middle-aged man left as if he was standing on a cloud.
After leaving the room, the middle-aged man gazed at the pitch-black starry sky and casually said, "Shadow, a genius has appeared in the union recently. He's called Yang Yutian, and he's a Class 6 Radiant Saint Master. Go find him immediately and invite him to the estate. I want to talk to him."
"Yes, young master!" A hoarse voice sounded from a dark corner behind the middle-aged man. Soon after, a gentle breeze blew past, and everything quickly returned to normal.
It was deep into the night. Jianchen was currently resting in a luxurious inn. He had no idea that his actions today had attracted the attention of many large clans and organisations in the City of God.
"Sigh, I've been running around for an entire day, but I haven't found any materials for forging the twin swords. If this continues, who knows when I'll be able to gather all the materials," Jianchen murmured to himself as he lay on his bed. He felt slightly disappointed inside.
"Radiant Artes are the only means of attack for Radiant Saint Masters. I wonder just how powerful they are. I really do look forward to when I enter the Tower of Radiance in three days." With a thought, Jianchen thought of the Radiant Artes and immediately became tempted. He was tempted to go to the Tower of Radiance right now and witness the only means of attack for Radiant Saint Masters, the Radiant Artes.
Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed through Jianchen's eyes. He immediately sat up from his bed and stared in the direction of the door with interest.
The tightly shut door was silently opened, and a person shrouded in black fog silently walked in from the outside. His face couldn't be seen, and only the rough outline of his body could be seen, as if he was a ghost.
Jianchen stared at the shrouded person calmly and asked softly, "Who are you?"
"Are you Yang Yutian?"
The shrouded person replied with a hoarse question.
"That's right, it's me!" Jianchen showed no fear at all. The person before him seemed strange, but he was only a fighter with darkness-attributed Saint Force. He was only a Heaven Saint Master.
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"Yang Yutian, my young master wishes to speak with you. Come with me," the black figure's hoarse voice was filled with coldness.
"Who is your young master?" Jianchen calmly asked.
"You'll know the identity of my young master when you get there," the black figure replied.
Jianchen sneered. He lazily leaned against the pillow and did not even glance at the black figure. He said, "Sorry, I need to rest. I don't have time to see your young master. Sir, please leave my room."
"Yang Yutian, you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" Black Hardened's tone gradually turned cold, and a thick layer of killing intent emanated from his body.
"Roar!" Perhaps it had sensed the murderous aura emitted by the black shadow, but the little white tiger that was lying on the pillow immediately stood up. It raised its head and puffed out its chest as it glared at the black shadow. In its lively eyes, there was even a very human-like look of provocation.
Although the White Tiger was still a Class 5 Magical Beast, equivalent to an Earth Saint Master, it showed no fear at all when facing the black figure who was a Heaven Saint Master. It even took the initiative to provoke him. Clearly, it did not take a Heaven Saint Master seriously.
"Shadow, don't forget where you are. Don't tell me you dare to attack a respected Class 6 Radiant Saint Master?" Suddenly, a deep voice came from outside, and a burly bald man walked in, his feet not touching the ground.
"Hmph, Feng Jianming, you've come at a bad time," the black figure coldly snorted. Clearly, he recognized the bald man.
The bald Feng Jianming coldly glanced at the black figure and sneered, "You only know how to act mysterious and scare people. It's as if you're afraid that people don't know you have darkness-attributed Saint Force. In my eyes, your actions are no different from an idiot."
"What did you say!" The black figure violently trembled. Its hoarse voice was filled with anger.
"Shadow, if you can't accept this, then let's fight again. Let's see who's stronger. However, I, Feng Jianming, have a mission right now, so I don't have time to waste on you. Once I complete the mission from mister Cheng, I'll be waiting for you to challenge me at any time," the bald man coldly said.
"Hmph!" The black figure coldly snorted and immediately fell silent.
Feng Jianming looked at Jianchen and the coldness on his face disappeared. He immediately changed into a different expression and politely bowed to Jianchen. He said, "Esteemed sir Yang Yutian, I, Feng Jianming, have a message from mister Cheng. Mister Cheng sincerely wishes to befriend you and has booked the most famous pleasure boat on the Fragrance River twenty kilometers away from the City of God in two days. He hopes to use this opportunity to have a good chat with sir Yang Yutian."
"Mister Cheng?" Jianchen's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the bald man and said, "Is it the Cheng family, one of the eight great clans second only to the Zaar family in the City of God?"
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