Chapter 8: Causing Trouble

Looking at Jianchen, who was looking down without a word, Changyang Mingyue blinked her big eyes and then walked to Jianchen's side, saying, "Fourth Brother, don't be too upset. If anyone bullies you in the future, just tell your sister, and I'll beat them up for you." Changyang Mingyue thought Jianchen was sad because he couldn't cultivate Holy Power.

Hearing this, a smile involuntarily appeared on Jianchen's face. He raised his head and looked at Changyang Mingyue, saying, "Don't worry, Second Sister. I'm not that easy to bully."

Only Jianchen himself knew that he wasn't unable to cultivate the Holy Power here. Instead, he had absorbed all the Holy Power and integrated it into his body to strengthen himself, leaving his body empty and his dantian devoid of any Holy Power. Otherwise, today's test results wouldn't have been like this.

Unfortunately, Jianchen couldn't explain these circumstances. If he did, he wouldn't be able to explain the situation at all. He would never reveal the secrets of the Purple-Blue Sword Canon, as it would likely become a huge problem.

Although Jianchen understood that this matter would greatly reduce his status in the Changyang Manor, he didn't care about it. In fact, he somewhat hoped for this situation to arise. If things really developed this way, it would make it easier for him to leave the Changyang Manor in the future. If he were labeled as a genius, it would be much harder for him to leave the Changyang Manor and venture out into the world. At least, they wouldn't let him go until they recognized his strength.

"Xiang'er... Xiang'er..." A soft voice called from the bed. At this moment, Jianchen's mother finally woke up.

Hearing the voice, Jianchen's spirit lifted, and he immediately turned to come to Bi Yuntian's side, saying, "Mother, I'm here. Are you okay?"

Bi Yuntian looked at Jianchen with a complex gaze and sighed, saying, "Mother is fine, Xiang'er... sigh..." Bi Yuntian seemed to want to say something but held back, her gaze towards Jianchen filled with sorrow, pain, and a hint of anguish.

"Fourth Sister, don't worry too much. Xiangtian has been exceptionally smart since childhood. Although being unable to cultivate Holy Power is a great regret, I believe Xiangtian is not that simple. His future achievements will still be limitless, after all, he has a mind that no other child possesses." Bai Yushuang, standing by the bed, comforted her.

Bi Yuntian nodded slightly and said, "I understand this." Her gaze then turned to Jianchen, and she gently stroked his head with her soft hand, saying softly, "Xiang'er, don't be sad. Your Second Aunt is right. Although you can't cultivate Holy Power, you have a smart mind. You might still achieve great things in other areas."

Hearing this, a hesitant look appeared on Jianchen's face. Seeing his mother like this, Jianchen felt very uncomfortable. At this moment, he really wanted to tell his mother the truth, that he wasn't a useless person who couldn't cultivate Holy Power. However, he ultimately held back and said, "Mother, don't worry. I won't let you down." He cherished this hard-earned maternal love.

That day, Jianchen spent the whole day in his room with his mother, only leaving at night. During this time, Changyang Ba came to visit Bi Yuntian once but left quickly. His attitude towards Jianchen was markedly different from before, becoming increasingly cold. Jianchen noticed all of this.

In the blink of an eye, four years had passed since Jianchen's Holy Power test. During this time, Jianchen spent all his free time in his room cultivating, practicing even longer than before. Sometimes, he wouldn't leave his room for days.

During these four years, Jianchen's status in the Changyang Manor indeed declined significantly. Even Changyang Ba became cold towards him, never visiting him once. However, his mother, Bi Yuntian, visited him almost every day, and her love for him remained unchanged.

The next morning, Jianchen, sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, ending his night of cultivation. He then extended his hands slightly, and a faint white light gradually appeared on his palms. He then performed a beautiful flip in the air, landing steadily on the ground and thrusting his hands into the floor.

A faint sound was heard, and Jianchen's small hands, as hard as steel plates, easily pierced the very hard floor, with only the palms exposed. Seeing his achievement, a joyful smile appeared on Jianchen's face. Half a year after his Holy Power test, he had completed the first level of the Purple-Blue Sword Canon's body-strengthening foundation and began to cultivate Holy Power. Since he no longer needed to use the absorbed Holy Power to strengthen his body, his cultivation speed was very fast. In just a few years, he had achieved significant results. Now, with the Holy Power in his body, Jianchen could easily insert his hands into ordinary stone slabs.

In the morning, Jianchen walked out of his room and wandered around the Changyang Manor alone. However, the guards patrolling the manor looked at him with strange expressions, filled with ridicule, disdain, and pity. The fact that Jianchen was a cultivation failure was no longer a secret in the Changyang Manor. Even the guards now looked at him differently.

Jianchen ignored these looks. At this moment, his stomach, unable to bear the hunger, began to rumble. He rubbed his stomach and sighed, then headed towards the kitchen.

He hadn't eaten with his mother in the dining hall for a long time. During this period, he ate breakfast in the kitchen every morning, while he only joined his mother, Bi Yuntian, for lunch and dinner in the dining hall with his aunts.

When Jianchen arrived at the kitchen, over a hundred helpers were busy inside. The kitchen was filled with smoke and heat, making it feel like a steaming cauldron.

"Hey! Isn't that Fourth Young Master? Why is Fourth Young Master in our kitchen again? Sigh, this kitchen is where we servants stay. How can a delicate young master like you come to such a place?" Seeing Jianchen, a helper in his twenties began to tease him, his tone filled with ridicule.

As soon as he finished speaking, another helper chimed in, "If I'm not mistaken, Fourth Young Master must be here to get buns again. But it's strange, why doesn't Fourth Young Master eat in the dining hall with the family head? Why would he humble himself and come to the kitchen to get buns? These buns are for us servants and the guards." The speaker was a young man in his thirties, looking at Jianchen with a mocking expression.

Hearing their words, the other helpers in the kitchen watched with interest. These two had powerful backers. The young man in his twenties was introduced by Jianchen's eldest aunt, Changyang Ba's first wife, Linglong, and was related to her, though he had no special skills and had to work in the kitchen.

The young man in his thirties, on the other hand, had a brother who was the captain of the Changyang Manor's guard.

Hearing their mocking words, Jianchen's brows furrowed, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes. However, he ultimately held back and walked straight to a large steamer. Just as he was about to lift the lid, a large hand reached out and moved the steamer away.

"I need to quickly distribute these buns to the guards. The brothers who serve as guards in the Changyang Manor haven't had breakfast yet." The helper then carried the steamer out, muttering, "What a pity, Fourth Lady actually gave birth to such a useless son."

Hearing this, Jianchen's body stiffened. At this moment, the anger in his heart finally erupted. Without a word, he moved slightly, lightly stepped on the ground, and quickly arrived behind the helper carrying the steamer, delivering a punch to his back.

"Bang!"

Caught off guard, the helper carrying the steamer stumbled and fell to the ground, and the steamer he was holding also dropped, causing the buns to roll out and scatter on the floor.

The sudden change stunned everyone in the kitchen. They couldn't believe that Jianchen had moved so quickly, and even more unbelievable was that a seven-year-old boy had knocked down a man in his thirties with a single punch, despite the man carrying a large steamer. This scene left the helpers in disbelief.

"Ha ha ha, Old Qiu, you really surprised me. You're a Holy Power cultivator at the third level, yet you were knocked down by a child. Did you spend too much energy with a woman last night? That's why you're so weak?" Seeing the helper on the ground, the young man in his twenties who had mocked Jianchen earlier couldn't help but laugh.

Hearing this, the helper called Old Qiu struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with rage. Being knocked down by a seven-year-old child, especially one who couldn't cultivate Holy Power, was a great humiliation. After all, although he wasn't a Saint who had condensed a Holy Weapon, he was still a cultivator at the third level of Holy Power.

Blinded by anger, Old Qiu seemed to forget that Jianchen was the fourth young master of the Changyang Manor. He roared and quickly approached Jianchen, delivering a punch to his chest.

Seeing Old Qiu's punch, a look of disdain appeared on Jianchen's face. The punch was full of flaws. Jianchen's body tilted slightly, and he moved a small step to the side, easily dodging the punch. Then, he leaped into the air, and his right leg drew a beautiful arc, kicking Old Qiu's nose hard.

"Ahh!"

Old Qiu let out a pig-like scream, immediately covering his nose with his hands. Blood trickled through his fingers. Jianchen had not held back, breaking Old Qiu's nose, and the intense pain made Old Qiu's face turn pale.