Chapter 55: The King's Reaction

The dean chuckled and continued, "Changyang Xiangtian, you have already advanced to the rank of Saint, right?"

Jianchen nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I have just successfully condensed a Holy Weapon."

"Then I wonder if your current strength is at the advanced or intermediate level of Saint." The dean wore a smiling face. In his view, Jianchen's current strength should at least be at the intermediate level of Saint. After all, he had personally witnessed the vast amount of elemental energy being absorbed by Jianchen. Although he did not know what method Jianchen used to digest such a massive amount of elemental energy, he understood that after absorbing so much, Jianchen's strength would certainly not remain at the initial level.

Just after advancing to the rank of Saint, to directly leap over the initial level and become at least an intermediate Saint, the dean could not help but feel a surge of joy at this thought. This time, his Kagas Academy had finally produced a true genius.

"Dean, I have just successfully condensed a Holy Weapon, so my current strength is still at the initial level." Jianchen knew that the dean at most thought that the vast amount of elemental energy had all been absorbed by him, which was why he asked this question.

"Initial level!" Upon hearing this, not only the dean but also the vice-dean Bai En, who stood beside him without speaking, looked disbelieving.

"How is that possible? You absorbed such a vast amount of elemental energy, how can your strength still be at the initial level?" Vice-dean Bai En could not help but speak up. Even the dean felt puzzled.

"I don't know either." Jianchen's face showed a hint of bitter laughter. He did not plan to reveal what had happened in his dantian.

"Alright, since Changyang Xiangtian is fine, we should leave now." The dean looked at Jianchen and said, "Changyang Xiangtian, now that you have just advanced to the rank of Saint, take some time to familiarize yourself with the use of your Holy Weapon." After saying this, the dean and vice-dean left Jianchen's room.

After leaving the dormitory building, Vice-dean Bai En, full of curiosity, asked, "Dean, Changyang Xiangtian clearly absorbed such a vast amount of elemental energy, how can his strength still be at the initial level of Saint? This seems to defy common sense."

The dean nodded slightly and said, "Yes, it does indeed defy common sense. Perhaps there is some secret about Changyang Xiangtian that we don't know. Otherwise, how could he have triggered the elemental energy within a radius of several miles, which is an impossible feat." The dean paused for a moment and continued, "We shouldn't speculate too much about this. In the future, as long as Changyang Xiangtian doesn't cause too much trouble, we shouldn't interfere too much. Let him grow on his own. The path of a genius is often one they forge themselves. Without experiencing storms, one can never truly grow. Too much peace often leads to decline."

"Yes, Bai En understands." The vice-dean responded respectfully. He was clear in his mind that to cultivate a genius, their Kagas Academy was worth doing this.

The dean gazed at the vast blue sky and murmured, "Changyang Xiangtian seems to be only fifteen years old this year. A fifteen-year-old Saint would cause a stir in the Tianyuan Continent. It seems that the Changyang Manor has truly produced a genius this time. I hope he can walk this path smoothly and not be cut off prematurely. Otherwise, it would be a loss for our Garsen Kingdom. Alas, Changyang's ancestor has been missing for a hundred years. If he were still alive, he would have succeeded by now."

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After the dean left, Jianchen sat cross-legged on the bed and observed the two purple and green light points that had suddenly appeared in his dantian. He sighed helplessly. Jianchen had no idea what these two light points were. Although they were in his dantian, he could not control them at all.

Sighing inwardly, Jianchen decided not to worry about them anymore, as it was a waste of time. After all, he had already died once and had a more open view on many things. In this life, apart from the love of his mother, Bi Yuntian, there was nothing else worth his concern.

Jianchen took a few deep breaths, gradually calming down. He then extended his right hand, and with a mental command, a slender, willow-like longsword appeared in his right hand.

This longsword was very slender, with a silver-white blade that reflected the surrounding scenery clearly, like a mirror.

The sword was four feet long and two fingers wide, and near the hilt, the characters "Qingfeng" (Light Breeze) were inscribed.

The shape of this sword was entirely based on the treasured sword Jianchen used in his previous life, and the name was the same as the sword from his previous life—Qingfeng Sword.

Jianchen's sword technique emphasized speed. The sword movements were light and agile, capable of countless transformations, and like a gentle breeze, it came and went without a trace, making it impossible to capture. Hence, it was named Qingfeng Sword.

Holding the Qingfeng Sword, Jianchen could not help but smile. The familiar feeling when he held the Qingfeng Sword made him feel as if he had returned to his previous life.

The only difference was that Jianchen now felt the sword in his hand was like an extension of his arm. He could control it without expending much effort, and he clearly felt that his "spirit" was perfectly connected to the sword, as if they were one. This was a feeling he had never experienced in his previous life.

Jianchen lightly tapped the silver blade with his finger.

"Clang!" With a clear sound, the Qingfeng Sword emitted a crisp tone, looking as if it were forged from fine steel.

Jianchen, filled with joy, gently caressed the blade of the Qingfeng Sword with his left hand, as if it were the person he loved most.

For a true swordsman, the love for the sword is irreplaceable by anything else. The sword is their life, their soul. In his previous life, Jianchen was such a person.

When Jianchen summoned the Qingfeng Sword, the Holy Weapon in his dantian disappeared. At this moment, all his strength was concentrated in the sword in his hand. This sword not only possessed powerful offensive capabilities but also served as the source of Jianchen's strength, continuously supplying him with the energy he needed.

With a mental command, the Qingfeng Sword in Jianchen's hand disappeared, and a miniature version of the Qingfeng Sword reappeared in his dantian.

In the two days since Jianchen successfully advanced to the rank of Saint, he spent most of his time in the academy library, occasionally observing the two purple and green light points in his dantian, hoping to find information about them in the books. Unfortunately, he found nothing.

During these two days, the news of Jianchen advancing to the rank of Saint spread throughout the academy, causing another wave of excitement. Jianchen's rapid advancement was too fast. Everyone in Kagas Academy knew that a few months ago, when Jianchen first entered the academy, his strength was only at the eighth level of Saint Power. In just a few months, he had advanced from the eighth level of Saint Power to the rank of Saint. Such a fast cultivation speed amazed everyone in Kagas Academy, surpassing even Cheng Mingxiang, who was known as a cultivation genius in the academy.

In a distant place from Kagas Academy, in a magnificent palace, a middle-aged man in a purple-gold robe was sitting in his study, reading a book.

"Your Majesty, a messenger requests an audience." At this moment, a deep, respectful voice sounded from outside the door.

The middle-aged man's gaze slowly moved from the book to the door, and he said in a calm tone, "Come in." This middle-aged man was the king of Garsen Kingdom—Kardson.

As soon as the king spoke, the door to the study was gently opened, and a young man in a black robe, about thirty years old, quickly walked in. When he was thirty steps away from the king, he suddenly stopped, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully, "Respected King, this is the letter just sent by the dean of Kagas Academy, Kafiel."

At first, the king did not seem to care, but when he heard the name Kafiel, his expression became serious. He slowly placed the book on the table and said, "Bring it here quickly."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" A guard in armor standing beside the king responded respectfully, immediately took the letter from the messenger, carefully inspected it, and then walked forward to hand it to the king.

The king took the letter and opened it, and a smile gradually appeared on his calm face. He murmured, "Changyang Xiangtian is indeed a prodigy. Not only did he defeat a Saint with the eighth level of Saint Power and an intermediate Saint with the tenth level, but he also successfully condensed a Holy Weapon and became a Saint at the age of fifteen. He truly deserves the title of a prodigy. No wonder he received such praise from my uncle. With my uncle's keen eye, he would not be wrong. Since my uncle has recommended Changyang Xiangtian so highly, I should do something about it."

"Changyang Xiangtian is the fourth son of the Changyang Manor. Controlling him is impossible, so I must try to win him over. Although the Changyang Manor has been dormant for decades, their family's strength is still formidable and worth my effort. Since that's the case, I will do it." With this decision, the king said, "Bring me pen and ink."

Soon, the attendant prepared the pen and ink, and the king began to write. After finishing, he carefully read it, folded it, and left the study.

Holding the letter, the king, accompanied by a group of guards, passed through several palace halls and entered a beautiful courtyard.

As soon as the king stepped into the courtyard, an old man, about fifty to sixty years old, walked out of a room in the courtyard, looked at the king calmly, and smiled, "Your Majesty, please come in."

The king stopped in front of the old man, did not enter the room, and handed the letter to the old man, saying earnestly, "Senior Ye Ming, I have an important letter that needs to be personally delivered to the Changyang Manor in Luer City."

Hearing this, the old man's expression became serious. He took the letter from the king and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured. I will deliver the letter."

At the moment the letter left his hand, the king sighed inwardly, thinking, "Yue'er, for the development and future of the kingdom, your father must sacrifice you."

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