Chapter 11: Kagas Academy

Biyuntian gently stroked Jiandan's head, his eyes filled with deep affection as he slowly walked forward and said, "Third Sister, this is just a bit of roughhousing between children. We shouldn't worry too much about it. There's no need to get angry over such trivial matters. After all, Xiang'er and Ke'er are still just innocent children. Let me help Ke'er treat his chest wound now."

Hearing Biyuntian's words, although Yufengyan was still quite angry, she couldn't say anything more. If she continued to argue with a child over this, the other three sisters in the room would likely look at her differently.

Biyuntian approached Changyang Ke, closed his eyes, and the next moment, a faint white light began to emanate from his hands.

At the same time, a glint of insight flashed in Jiandan's eyes. He clearly felt a special energy slowly gathering in his mother's hands, forming the faint white light. This special energy was the same kind that Jiandan had sensed in the elemental energy of the world.

Jiandan focused intently on his mother Biyuntian's movements, realizing that he might be able to understand how to use this special energy from her. He had long noticed that this energy, which was linked to the elemental energy of the world, was not as simple as it seemed.

The white light in Biyuntian's hands grew stronger, soft and not blinding. After a few breaths, Biyuntian gently waved his hands, and the milky white light detached from his palms, floating towards Changyang Ke's chest and slowly merging with the injured area. Since Changyang Ke's chest was wrapped in a layer of white cloth, Jiandan couldn't see what changes occurred when the milky white light entered the wound.

After finishing, Biyuntian exhaled and said, "It's done, Third Sister. Ke'er is fine now. His wound should have fully healed."

Yufengyan's face finally showed a hint of a happy smile. She thanked him and quickly went to Changyang Ke's side, asking with concern, "Ke'er, how do you feel now? Does your wound still hurt?"

Changyang Ke touched the injured area on his chest and chuckled, "Mother, I don't hurt anymore. I feel very comfortable." As he spoke, he pulled off the bandage wrapped around his chest.

After removing the bandage, Changyang Ke's chest was smooth, with only some dried blood scabs remaining. There was no sign of any wound.

Seeing this, Jiandan immediately understood that this mysterious power was likely the Holy Light, a miraculous energy with extraordinary healing properties. No matter how severe the injury, it could be quickly healed by the Holy Light. His mother was a Holy Saint, so she could skillfully use this energy to heal. It was said that powerful Holy Saints could even regrow severed limbs and bring the dead back to life.

In Jiandan's heart, he couldn't help but wonder if he could control the Holy Light like his mother to heal injuries, since he could sense and absorb it.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Jiandan felt an urge to try it out, but he ultimately restrained himself. This wasn't the right place for such an experiment.

Just then, the door opened, and Jiandan's father, Changyang Ba, and the family's steward, Uncle Chang, entered the room together.

"What happened to Ke'er? Is his injury serious?" Changyang Ba asked as soon as he entered, his tone filled with concern.

"Thank you for your concern, Husband. After Fourth Sister's treatment, Ke'er is fine now," Yufengyan said with a faint smile, feeling very happy that Changyang Ba was so concerned about her son.

"Good!" Changyang Ba nodded slightly, then looked at Jiandan with a gentle gaze and asked, "Xiang'er, how have you been these days?" His tone was full of concern.

"Thank you, Father. I've been well," Jiandan replied calmly. This was the first time Changyang Ba had spoken to him since the Holy Power test.

Hearing Jiandan's calm and slightly cold tone, Changyang Ba sighed inwardly and said, "Xiang'er, come with me to the study." With that, Changyang Ba turned and left.

Jiandan followed Changyang Ba and Uncle Chang to the study. Changyang Ba sat in a chair, gazing at Jiandan calmly for a moment before asking, "Xiang'er, I heard you injured Qiuer in the kitchen this morning."

"Yes!" Jiandan knew his strength had been exposed and decided not to hide it.

Changyang Ba's eyes showed a hint of joy, and he smiled, speaking softly, "Xiang'er, tell me, have you cultivated Holy Power?"

Jiandan nodded slightly, his tone still calm, "Yes!" He knew he couldn't hide this, so he admitted it straightforwardly.

Although Changyang Ba had guessed that Jiandan had cultivated Holy Power, he still felt a surge of excitement upon hearing it confirmed.

"Uncle Chang, please test Xiang'er's Holy Power strength," Changyang Ba said to Uncle Chang, his tone very polite, unlike that of a family head to a steward.

Uncle Chang smiled and took out a fist-sized Holy Stone from his spatial ring, approaching Jiandan and saying gently, "Fourth Young Master, please place your hand on it."

When Jiandan placed his hand on the Holy Stone, Uncle Chang activated it. Immediately, Jiandan felt a mysterious energy from the stone flow into his body through his arm, circulate within him, and then return to the stone. At the same time, the Holy Stone began to emit a faint red light.

Seeing the red light from the Holy Stone, Changyang Ba's face showed excitement, and even Uncle Chang smiled, looking at Jiandan with satisfaction.

"Family Head, based on the intensity of the light, Fourth Young Master's Holy Power has reached the fourth level," Uncle Chang said with a smile.

"Fourth level... Fourth level..." Changyang Ba slowly stood up, his hands tightly clenched. Although he had guessed this result, it was different to know it for sure.

At the age of seven, Jiandan had reached the fourth level of Holy Power, which, while not outstanding on the entire Tianyuan Continent, was considered a top talent in the Garsen Kingdom. His older brother, Changyang Ke, who was three years older, had only just reached the fourth level.

Uncle Chang put the Holy Stone back into his spatial ring, looking at Jiandan with satisfaction and said, "Fourth Young Master, you have not disappointed me."

Changyang Ba quickly calmed down, his gaze on Jiandan now filled with surprise, excitement, and satisfaction.

When Jiandan left the study, it was almost noon. After he left, Changyang Ba looked at Uncle Chang with a hint of confusion and asked, "Uncle Chang, since Xiang'er has Holy Power, why didn't it show up in the test last time? I thought he was a waste, unable to cultivate."

Uncle Chang frowned slightly, thinking for a moment before saying, "I'm not sure. Perhaps there was a problem with the test last time, but it doesn't matter now."

Changyang Ba nodded and said, "Xiang'er is only about seven years old, and his Holy Power has already reached the fourth level. At this rate, I estimate he will break through to the tenth level and form a Holy Weapon by the age of eighteen. Xiang'er has shown exceptional talent since childhood, so I want to send him to Kagas Academy as soon as possible. What do you think, Uncle Chang?"

Uncle Chang thought for a moment and said, "Kagas Academy is the most famous academy in our Garsen Kingdom, but the admission requirements are high. One must reach the eighth level of Holy Power and be no older than eighteen. It will be difficult to send Fourth Young Master to Kagas Academy in the short term. Although he has reached the fourth level, it will take some time to reach the eighth level, as the higher levels become increasingly difficult to achieve."

"I hope Xiang'er can reach the eighth level of Holy Power in the next few years," Changyang Ba said softly.

Uncle Chang smiled and said, "Don't worry, Family Head. I believe Fourth Young Master will eventually reach the eighth level of Holy Power. It's just a matter of time. During the test, I noticed that Fourth Young Master's Holy Power is already close to the fifth level."

Hearing this, Changyang Ba was overjoyed, murmuring, "I hope Xiang'er's future achievements will surpass Uncle Chang and become a pillar of the family."

Uncle Chang stood by, smiling without a word, his eyes filled with hope.

...

After leaving the study, Jiandan quickly returned to his room, closed the door tightly, and recalled the intense scene from his fight with Changyang Ke.

Although Jiandan knew that in his past life, he had broken through to the realm of controlling a sword with his mind in his final battle with Dugu Qiubai, he never imagined that he could still use this ability in his new life. The thought of being able to use such a powerful ability filled him with excitement and joy.

However, when he thought about the mysterious sword qi that had appeared on the branch, he felt very puzzled. He didn't have the powerful strength of his past life, so how could a simple branch produce such sharp sword qi?

Frowning, Jiandan thought for a moment and decided to try again. He looked around the room and finally broke off a two-foot-long piece of wood from a wooden clothes hanger to use as a sword.

Holding the two-foot-long piece of wood, Jiandan's mind gradually calmed. Gradually, he felt as if the piece of wood in his hand was not just a piece of wood but a sword, a divine sword, an invincible divine sword, as if it had become one with him. Although he didn't look at the piece of wood, the texture and structure were clearly visible in his mind, and he could even sense its internal structure.

Jiandan took a deep breath, calming his excitement, and then focused his mind, trying to make the piece of wood float on its own.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he felt a subtle connection between his "mind" and the piece of wood. The piece of wood slowly detached from his hand and floated in the air, moving slowly and gently according to his thoughts. A faint white light appeared on the piece of wood, and a powerful and sharp sword qi emanated from it.

At that moment, Jiandan felt as if his "mind" had completely merged with the piece of wood. The piece of wood felt like an extension of his arm, and he could control it to perform any action. He also felt that the sudden appearance of the sword qi was related to his "mind."

Jiandan focused his mind, and the piece of wood, now floating in the air, suddenly transformed into a white light and began to circle around his body at an incredible speed, so fast that he couldn't see it clearly.

Jiandan's heart raced with excitement, and his face showed a look of joy. He never thought that the ability to control a sword with his mind, which he had learned in his past life, could still be used in this life.

Now, this ability was not only his most powerful offensive technique but also a means of self-preservation.

...

Unconsciously, several years had passed, and Jiandan was now fifteen years old. During these years, Jiandan rarely left his room, spending most of his time cultivating the Purple-Blue Sword Canon. Since his strength had been exposed and he was recognized as a cultivation genius, his status in the Changyang Manor had risen significantly. No one in the manor dared to look down on him, and Changyang Ba was extremely concerned about him, almost to the point of being overly attentive. Among them, Biyuntian was the most excited. Her son, once considered a waste unable to cultivate, had become a cultivation genius, reaching the fourth level of Holy Power at the age of seven. Her joy was evident.

However, Jiandan noticed that his aunt Linglong and Third Aunt Yufengyan always looked at him with unfriendly eyes. He understood this well, given his past life's memories.

During these years, Jiandan's Holy Power had reached the eighth level, and this was even after he had intentionally slowed down his cultivation. He had spent almost half of his time familiarizing himself with the sword techniques he had learned in his past life. Otherwise, his Holy Power would have long since broken through the eighth level. Despite this, he was now close to the ninth level.

Currently, Jiandan's strength in the Changyang Manor had firmly surpassed his older sister Changyang Mingyue and his older brother Changyang Ke. Changyang Mingyue, who was three years older, was still at the seventh level of Holy Power, while Changyang Ke, who was seventeen, had only just reached the fifth level.

One morning, a large group gathered outside a grand hall, including Jiandan's parents and three aunts, as well as his older brother Changyang Ke and older sister Changyang Mingyue. In addition, some of the elders from the Changyang Manor were present, and a three-meter-tall bird-like magical beast was quietly perched nearby.

Today was the day Jiandan was to leave for Kagas Academy. The minimum requirement for admission to Kagas Academy was to have reached the eighth level of Holy Power and be no older than eighteen. Jiandan had met these requirements, and today was also the annual recruitment day for Kagas Academy.

Biyuntian looked at Jiandan with tears in her eyes, her gaze filled with affection, and said, "Xiang'er, you must study hard at the academy and try to avoid trouble, okay?"

Jiandan nodded obediently and said, "Don't worry, Mother. I know what to do."

Changyang Ba approached Jiandan and said, "Xiang'er, this spatial belt is a special gift from your father. Although it's not very valuable and the space inside is small, it can still hold small items. If you can break through to the tenth level of Holy Power and form a Holy Weapon by the age of eighteen, I will give you a spatial ring and a fourth-level magic core." As he spoke, Changyang Ba produced a very intricately crafted belt, clearly tailored for Jiandan.

Seeing Changyang Ba's concern for Jiandan, Linglong and Yufengyan, standing nearby, showed deep jealousy and dissatisfaction, but no one noticed them as everyone's attention was on Jiandan.

Jiandan took the belt and said, "Father, it won't take long. I will definitely reach the level of a Holy Saint." His tone was filled with strong confidence.

Changyang Ba smiled faintly, his gaze on Jiandan filled with satisfaction.

"Fourth Young Master, it's time to go. We should set off now," Uncle Chang said from the side.

Jiandan took one last look at his mother, then turned and approached Uncle Chang, saying, "Uncle Chang, let's go."

Uncle Chang lifted Jiandan onto the back of the flying magical beast, then jumped up himself, sitting next to Jiandan. He smiled at Jiandan and said, "Fourth Young Master, hold on tight."

Then, Uncle Chang patted the magical beast's back, and the beast, as if receiving an order, spread its ten-meter-long wings and took off, flying quickly into the distance.