With another sigh, Jian Chen decided to forget about them since it would waste precious time if he did. He had already died once and already experienced many things. Aside from the maternal love he felt for his mother Bi Yuntian, there wasn’t much else Jian Chen cared about.
Jian Chen sucked in a deep breath and slowly calmed himself. Concentrating deeply on his right hand, his heart thumped before a strong source of energy flashed as a slender longsword appeared in his right hand.
The longsword was unusually thin and the entire body was a silver white almost like a mirror that reflected the surrounding area on the blade.
The sword was around 4 feet long and two fingers wide. Engraved on the blade next to the hilt were two words: “Light Wind”.
This sword’s appearance was almost exactly like Jian Chen’s treasured sword in his previous life. Even the name itself was the exact same one, called the Light Wind Sword.
Jian Chen’s way of the sword placed a strong emphasis on quickness and agility. With the ability to strike in a thousand different ways, he was like the wind that ‘came in without a shadow, and left without a footprint’.
Holding onto the Light Wind Sword, Jian Chen couldn’t help but smile tremendously. At the moment where he grasped onto the sword, he felt the familiarity he had with his previous world come rushing back to him.
However, the only difference was that Jian Chen felt that the sword was like an extension of his arm; he didn’t need to expend as much strength to control it. Jian Chen could also feel his “Soul” connecting with the sword to establish a perfect relationship between the two. The two were one and no longer divided. This was a feeling he had never felt before in his previous world.
Jian Chen jabbed out with his sword, letting the silver blade flash as it shot outwards.
“Ding!” A clear sound was heard as the Light Wind Sword whistled in the air. It would appear that this sword was on the same level as the ones refined from the finest of iron.
Jian Chen gently caressed the blade with his left hand joyfully as if the sword was his most favorite person.
To any true swordsman, the sword was the the item they were the most fond of and could not replace. The sword was their life and their soul, and Jian Chen was a firm believer of that as well.
When Jian Chen summoned the Light Wind Sword, it had disappeared from within his dantian and the energy had been completely concentrated onto his hand to form the blade in real life. Not only was this sword able to deal out major damage, but this was also the source of Jian Chen’s energy and replaced his dantian as the source.
Jian Chen’s heart thumped once more as the sword started to disappear and return to his dantian as the mini version of the Light Wind Sword.
Two days after Jian Chen had broken through to Sainthood, he had spent the time observing the two colored glows within his dantian. Other than that, he spent most of the time in the library in order to find a book that would help shed some light on the situation with his dantian–however, he always came up empty handed.
During those two days, Jian Chen’s breakthrough to Sainthood had been passed around through the academy like a great wave since they all knew Jian Chen had gotten to that level too fast. Every student at Kargath Academy knew that he had joined the academy a few months ago at the 8th Saint Force layer. And after those few months, he had suddenly broken through to become a Saint, this type of cultivation speed was far too fast, causing everyone to cry out in astonishment. This record had completely squashed out the previous number 1 cultivation genius Cheng Mingxiang.
Far away from Kargath Academy in a splendid dazzling palace, a jewel embedded robe wearing middle aged man sat in the middle of the study room while reading a book.
“Your majesty, a message courier has arrived.” A respectful but deep voice called out from outside the room.
Hearing that, the middle aged man slowly put down his book and looked towards the entrance of his room. “Come in.” He stated. This middle aged man was the emperor of the Gesun Kingdom–Ka De Sen.
As the emperor spoke, the doors to the study room opened, and a man wearing a black pao entered. He was approximately 30 years old and quickly walked into the room; when he was within 30 steps away from the emperor he immediately stopped where he was and knelt down onto his knees, “Your majesty, a letter just came from headmaster Khafir in Kargath Academy.”