Looking at the silent Jianchen with his head lowered, Changyang Mingyue blinked her large eyes. She then walked to Jianchen's side and said, "Fourth brother, don't be too sad. If anyone bullies you in the future, just tell me and I'll beat them up for you."
Changyang Mingyue thought that Jianchen was sad because he could not cultivate Saint Force.
Hearing that, Jianchen could not help but smile. He raised his head and looked at Changyang Mingyue. He said, "Don't worry, second sister. I'm not that easy to bully."
Only Jianchen himself understood that it was not that he could not cultivate Saint Force, but that he had absorbed all the Saint Force into his body to refine it. As a result, his body was still empty. There was not a single bit of Saint Force in his dantian. Otherwise, the results of today's test would not have been like this.
It was a pity that Jianchen could not tell anyone about this. Once he did, he would not be able to explain it at all. He would not tell anyone about the Azulet Sword Law no matter what. Otherwise, the origin of the cultivation method would become a huge problem.
Although Jianchen understood that this matter would cause his status in Changyang Prefecture to drop drastically, he did not care about this. In fact, he even hoped that this would happen. Once things really developed like this, it would be much easier for him to leave Changyang Prefecture in the future. If he really became known as a genius, it would not be so easy for him to leave Changyang Prefecture in the future. At the very least, they would not allow him to leave before his strength was acknowledged.
"Xiang 'er … Xiang' er …" A soft voice called out from the bed. At this moment, Jianchen's mother finally woke up.
Hearing the voice, Jianchen's spirit was roused. He immediately turned around and went to Bi Yuntian's side. "Mother, your son is here. Are you alright?"
Bi Yuntian looked at Jianchen with a complicated gaze. She sighed and said, "Mother is fine. Xiang 'er … sigh …" Bi Yuntian looked like she wanted to say something but stopped herself. She looked at Jianchen with a complicated gaze. There was sorrow, sadness, and a trace of pain.
"Fourth sister, you don't have to worry too much. Xiangtian has been extremely intelligent since he was young. Although it's a great pity that he can't cultivate Saint Force, in my opinion, Xiangtian isn't that simple. His future is still limitless. After all, he has an intelligent mind that other children don't have." Bai Yushuang walked over to the bedside and comforted her.
Bi Yuntian nodded and said, "I also understand this principle." She then looked at Jianchen and gently stroked Jianchen's head. She said softly, "Xiang 'er, you don't have to be sad. Your second aunt is right. Although you can't cultivate Saint Force, you have a smart mind. Who knows, you might have outstanding achievements in other areas."
Hearing this, a trace of hesitation appeared on Jianchen's face. Seeing his mother like this, Jianchen did not feel good. At this moment, he really wanted to tell his mother the truth and say that he was not a cripple who could not cultivate Saint Force. However, in the end, Jianchen held back and said, "Mother, don't worry. Your son will not disappoint you." Jianchen cherished this motherly love that was hard to come by.
On this day, Jianchen stayed in the room with his mother all day and only left when night fell. During this time, Changyang Ba also came to visit Bi Yuntian but he left very quickly. As for Jianchen, Changyang Ba's behavior today was completely different from before. His attitude towards Jianchen had gradually become colder. All of this was seen by Jianchen.
In the blink of an eye, four years had passed since the day of Jianchen's Saint Force test. During this time, Jianchen would shut himself in his room to cultivate whenever he had nothing to do. The time he spent cultivating was even longer than before. Sometimes, Jianchen would not even be seen leaving his room for the entire day.
In these four years, Jianchen's status in Changyang Prefecture had indeed dropped by a lot. Even Changyang Ba had become colder to him. In these four years, he had never taken the initiative to visit him even once. However, his mother, Bi Yuntian, came to visit Jianchen almost every day. Her love for Jianchen did not change at all.
The next morning, Jianchen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes. After a night of cultivation, he stretched out his hands slightly. On his palms, a hazy white light gradually appeared. Then, Jianchen did a beautiful somersault in the air and landed steadily on the ground. At the same time, both of his hands were inserted into the ground.
With a soft sound, Jianchen's small hands, which were as hard as two small steel plates, easily penetrated the extremely hard ground. Only the parts above his palms were exposed.
Looking at his masterpiece, Jianchen's face revealed a joyful smile. Half a year after Jianchen's Saint Force test, he had already completed the first layer of the Azulet Sword Mantra. He had officially begun to cultivate Saint Force. Because he did not need to use the Saint Force he absorbed to refine his body, Jianchen's cultivation speed was extremely fast. In just a few years, he had already achieved great results. Now, with the Saint Force in his body, Jianchen could insert his hands into the hard ground of normal stone with ease.
Early in the morning, Jianchen walked out of his room and wandered around Changyang Prefecture alone. However, the patrolling guards in the manor all looked at Jianchen with strange gazes. Some were mocking, some were disdainful, and some were regretful. The fact that Jianchen was a cultivation cripple was no longer a secret in Changyang Prefecture. Now, even some of the patrolling guards in Changyang Prefecture looked at Jianchen in a different light.
Jian Chen turned a blind eye to all of this. At this moment, his stomach couldn't bear the hunger and began to rumble. Jian Chen reached out and rubbed his stomach. He sighed inwardly and then walked towards the kitchen.
It had been a long time since he had gone to the dining hall with his mother. During this period of time, Jianchen would go to the kitchen to eat breakfast every morning. He would only go to the dining hall with his mother at noon and at night to eat with his aunts.
When Jianchen arrived at the kitchen, over a hundred workers were busy inside. The kitchen was filled with smoke. Because of the stove, staying inside was like being in a steaming steamer.
"Oh! Isn't this the fourth young master? Why has the fourth young master come to our kitchen again? Sigh, this kitchen is for us servants. Fourth young master, with your delicate body, how can you come to a place like this? " A worker who seemed to be in his twenties began to tease Jian Chen as soon as he saw him. Everyone could tell that he was mocking Jian Chen with a strange tone.
As soon as this person's voice fell, another worker immediately said, "If my guess is correct, the fourth young master must have come to the kitchen to get some steamed buns. But it's strange. Why didn't the fourth young master go to the dining hall to eat with the family head? Instead, you have to suffer and actually come to the kitchen to get some steamed buns. These steamed buns are for us servants and guards to eat." The one who spoke was a young man in his thirties. He looked at Jianchen with a mocking expression.
After listening to the two's words, the other workers in the kitchen looked at them with expressions of amusement. These two people had important people behind them. The worker in his twenties was introduced to them by Jianchen's aunt, who was also the first wife of Changyang Ba, Ling Long. It was said that he was related to Ling Long. However, because he didn't have much ability, he could only work in the kitchen.
As for the young man in his thirties, his brother was the captain of the guards in Changyang Prefecture.
Hearing the two's mocking words, Jianchen frowned slightly. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. However, in the end, he restrained himself and went straight to a huge steamer. Just as he was about to reach out to open the lid of the steamer, he didn't expect that a pair of large hands would be one step ahead of him and carry the huge steamer away.
"I have to quickly distribute the steamed buns in this steamer to the guards. Those brothers who are in charge of the guards in Changyang Prefecture haven't eaten breakfast yet." As he spoke, the worker carried the steamer and walked out. At the same time, he muttered to himself, "What a pity. Fourth Madam actually gave birth to such a useless son."
Hearing this, Jianchen's body stiffened slightly. At this moment, the anger in his heart finally couldn't help but erupt. He didn't say a word. His body swayed slightly, and his feet lightly stepped on the ground. With an extremely fast speed, he arrived behind the worker carrying the steamer and directly punched him in the back.
"Bam!"
Caught off guard, the worker carrying the steamer stumbled and fell to the ground from Jianchen's punch. The steamer in his hands also fell to the ground. Immediately, round steamed buns fell out of the steamer and rolled around on the ground.
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone in the kitchen. Looking at Jianchen who had suddenly changed positions, everyone in the kitchen was in disbelief. They didn't even see how Jianchen had run over. What was even more unbelievable was that the seven-year-old fourth young master had actually knocked a thirty-year-old man to the ground with a single punch. Even though the latter was carrying a large steamer, this scene was still inconceivable in the eyes of the workers.
"Hahaha, brother Qiu 'er, you've really surprised me. No matter what, you're a third layer Saint Force expert. You were actually knocked to the ground by a single punch from a child. Don't tell me you spent too much energy on that woman's stomach last night? You're actually so weak." Looking at the worker who had fallen to the ground, the twenty-year-old man who had mocked Jianchen earlier couldn't help but laugh loudly.
Hearing this, the worker called Qiu 'er crawled up from the ground awkwardly. His eyes were filled with anger as he glared at Jianchen. To be knocked to the ground by a seven-year-old child, especially a cripple who couldn't cultivate Saint Force, was a great humiliation to him. After all, although he wasn't a Saint who had condensed a Saint Weapon, he was still someone who had reached the third layer of Saint Force.
Blinded by anger, Qiu 'er seemed to have forgotten that Jianchen was the fourth young master of Changyang Prefecture. With a roar, he quickly came in front of Jianchen and directly threw a punch at Jianchen's chest.
Seeing Qiu 'er's punch, a look of disdain appeared on Jianchen's face. To him, this punch was full of flaws. Then, Jianchen tilted his body slightly and took a small step to the side, just barely dodging Qiu' er's punch. He then jumped up and his right leg quickly drew a beautiful arc in the air as he kicked Qiu 'er's nose.
"Ah!"
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