Bi Yuntian gently patted Jian Chen's head, her eyes brimming with affection. She stepped forward slowly.
"Third Sister, this is just children fooling around. Let us not worry too much, and there is no need to be angry. Xiang'er and Ke are still young and ignorant. Let me heal Ke's chest wound now."
Though Yu Fengyan still felt furious, she could say nothing more. If she kept arguing with a young child over this, the other sisters would surely look at her differently.
Bi Yuntian stood before Changyang Ke and closed her eyes gently.
The next moment, a faint white glow slowly emanated from her palms.
Jian Chen's eyes flickered with a sharp light. He clearly sensed a special energy in the world gathering toward his mother's hands, forming that soft white radiance.
This was exactly the strange energy he had detected within the natural energy of heaven and earth.
Jian Chen watched his mother's hands intently.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that he might learn how to use this mysterious energy from her. He had long felt that this energy, intertwined with natural essence, was far from ordinary.
The white glow on Bi Yuntian's hands grew brighter, soft and not glaring.
After a few breaths of preparation, she waved her hands gently. The milky light detached from her palms, drifted toward Changyang Ke's chest, and slowly seeped into his injured area. Since the wound was covered with a white cloth, Jian Chen could not see exactly what happened when the light entered.
After finishing, Bi Yuntian let out a soft breath.
"Third Sister, Ke is alright now. His wound should be fully healed."
Yu Fengyan finally smiled in relief. She thanked Bi Yuntian and hurried to her son.
"Ke, how do you feel now? Does it still hurt?"
Changyang Ke touched his chest and grinned. "Mother, it doesn't hurt anymore. It feels warm and comfortable."
He tore off the bandage covering his chest.
Beneath it, his skin was smooth and unmarked—only a few dried blood scabs remained, with no visible wound at all.
At this sight, Jian Chen understood.
This mysterious power must be the legendary **Light Saint Power**, an energy with miraculous healing effects. No matter how severe an injury was, it could recover quickly under Light Saint Power.
His mother was a **Light Sage Master**, so she could skillfully use this energy to heal others.
It was said that powerful Light Sage Masters could even regenerate severed limbs and bring the dying back to life.
Jian Chen wondered inwardly: he could sense and absorb Light Saint Power—could he control it to heal, just like his mother?
The thought made him eager to try, but he held back. This was not the right place or time.
Just then, the door opened.
Changyang Ba and Uncle Chang, the mansion steward, walked in together.
"What happened to Ke? Is his injury serious?" Changyang Ba asked at once, his voice full of concern.
"Thank you, husband. Thanks to Fourth Sister's healing, Ke is fine now," Yu Fengyan replied with a faint smile. She was delighted that the patriarch cared so much for her son.
"Good that he's unharmed." Changyang Ba nodded, then turned his gentle gaze toward Jian Chen.
"Xiang'er, how have you been these days?" His tone was warm and caring.
"Thank you, Father. I have been well," Jian Chen answered calmly.
This was the first time Changyang Ba had spoken to him主动ly since the Saint Power test years ago.
Hearing his flat, slightly cold tone, Changyang Ba sighed inwardly.
"Xiang'er, come with me to the study." With that, he turned and left.
Soon, Jian Chen followed Changyang Ba and Uncle Chang into the study.
Changyang Ba sat down, stared calmly at Jian Chen for a moment, then asked, "Xiang'er, I heard you injured Qiu'er the kitchen servant this morning."
"Yes." Jian Chen knew his strength was already exposed, so he did not hide it.
Joy flashed in Changyang Ba's eyes. He smiled softly.
"Xiang'er, tell Father the truth. Have you already cultivated Saint Power?"
Jian Chen nodded slightly, his voice still calm. "Yes."
He knew he could not keep it hidden any longer, so he admitted it openly.
Although Changyang Ba had already suspected it, hearing the confirmation from Jian Chen still excited him.
"Uncle Chang, please test Xiang'er's Saint Power level," Changyang Ba said happily, his tone unusually polite for a patriarch speaking to a steward.
Uncle Chang smiled, then took a fist-sized Saint Stone from his spatial ring and stepped before Jian Chen.
"Fourth Young Master, place your hand on it."
As Jian Chen's hand touched the stone, Uncle Chang activated it.
Once again, Jian Chen felt a mysterious energy flow from the stone into his body, circulate, and return. At the same time, the entire Saint Stone glowed with faint red light.
Seeing the red radiance, Changyang Ba's face lit up with excitement. Even Uncle Chang smiled faintly, looking at Jian Chen with approval.
"Patriarch, judging from the light's intensity, the Fourth Young Master has reached **Saint Power Level 4**," Uncle Chang said with a smile.
"Level 4… Level 4…"
Changyang Ba slowly stood up, his hands trembling slightly with excitement. Even with his earlier guess, hearing the actual result stirred him deeply.
At the age of seven, reaching Saint Power Level 4 might not be earth-shaking across the entire Tianyuan Continent, but in the Kingdom of Gerson, it was first-class genius-level talent.
His third son, Changyang Ke, was three years older than Jian Chen and had only just reached Level 4.
Uncle Chang put the Saint Stone back into his spatial ring and smiled at Jian Chen.
"Fourth Young Master, you have not disappointed me."
Changyang Ba quickly calmed down. His gaze toward Jian Chen had completely changed—filled with surprise, excitement, and relief.
By the time Jian Chen left the study, it was nearly noon.
Right after he departed, Changyang Ba turned to Uncle Chang, puzzled.
"Uncle Chang, if Xiang'er has Saint Power, why didn't it show up in the test that year? I truly thought he was a cripple who could not cultivate."
Uncle Chang frowned slightly, thinking for a moment.
"I do not know either. Perhaps there was some error during the test. But that no longer matters."
Changyang Ba nodded.
"Xiang'er is only seven and already at Level 4. At this rate, I believe he will break through to Level 10 by eighteen, condense his Saint Weapon. And he has been gifted since childhood. I want to send him to **Kargas Academy** as soon as possible. What do you think?"
Uncle Chang stroked his chin and thought.
"Kargas Academy is the most famous academy in our Kingdom of Gerson. But the entrance threshold is high: one must reach **Saint Power Level 8** before the age of eighteen. It will not be possible soon. Although the Fourth Young Master is at Level 4, reaching Level 8 will take time—Saint Power grows harder to advance the higher it gets."
"I only hope Xiang'er can reach Level 8 within these few years," Changyang Ba murmured.
Uncle Chang smiled confidently.
"Patriarch, be at ease. I believe the Fourth Young Master will reach Level 8 sooner or later; it is only a matter of time. When I tested him just now, I found he is already close to Level 5."
Changyang Ba was overjoyed.
"I truly hope Xiang'er will surpass you one day, Uncle Chang, and become the pillar of our clan."
Uncle Chang smiled without speaking, his eyes full of expectation.
...
After leaving the study, Jian Chen hurried back to his room and locked the door tightly.
His mind replayed the shocking scene during his fight with Changyang Ke.
He knew that in his past life, during his final battle with Dugu Qiubai, he had broken through to the realm of **Controlling the Sword with Spirit**.
But he never imagined that this divine ability would remain fully usable even after reincarnation.
The mere thought filled him with excitement.
Yet he was confused about the sharp sword aura that had inexplicably appeared on the branch.
He did not have the overwhelming strength of his past life, so how could a simple branch emit such a piercing aura?
Frowning, he decided to test it again.
He looked around the room and broke a two-foot-long wooden strip from a rack to use as a sword.
Holding the strip, Jian Chen's heart gradually calmed.
In a mysterious, ethereal state, he no longer saw the piece of wood—it was a sword, a divine sword, an invincible blade, as one with his being.
Though he did not look at it, every texture and even the inner structure of the strip appeared clearly in his mind.
Jian Chen took a deep breath and calmed his excitement.
With a single thought, he tried to make the wooden strip float on its own.
The instant the thought formed, he felt a faint, hidden connection between his **spirit** and the strip.
The wood slowly lifted from his palm, hovering in the air, moving forward slowly as he willed.
A faint white glow wrapped around it, and wispy, sharp sword aura radiated outward.
At this moment, Jian Chen felt his spirit was completely one with the strip.
It moved like an extension of his own arm, obeying his every command.
And he realized: the sword aura came directly from his spirit.
With another thought, the floating wooden strip turned into a streak of white light, spinning rapidly around him at blinding speed.
Jian Chen's heart pounded wildly, his face lit up with ecstasy.
The divine ability he had comprehended at the brink of death in his past life—**Controlling the Sword with Spirit**—he could still use it in this life.
This ability was not only his strongest attack but also his greatest means of survival.
...
Years slipped by unknowingly.
Jian Chen was now fifteen years old.
During these years, he rarely left his room, spending almost all his time cultivating the *Purple Blue Sword Classic*.
Once his strength was exposed and he was recognized as a cultivation genius, his status in Changyang Mansion rose sharply. No one dared look down on him anymore.
Changyang Ba doted on him meticulously, and no one was happier than Bi Yuntian. Her son, once written off as a useless cripple, had become a genius who reached Saint Power Level 4 at seven.
But Jian Chen noticed that First Aunt Linglong and Third Aunt Yu Fengyan now looked at him with undisguised hostility.
With his past-life experience, he understood their jealousy all too well.
In these years, Jian Chen's Saint Power had reached **Level 8**—and he had deliberately slowed his cultivation speed.
Half his time had been spent re-mastering the sword techniques of his past life. If he had focused purely on leveling up, he would have long surpassed Level 8. Even so, he was now not far from Level 9.
Within Changyang Mansion, Jian Chen's strength had already surpassed Second Sister Changyang Mingyue and Third Brother Changyang Ke.
Changyang Mingyue was three years older but stuck at Level 7.
Changyang Ke, at seventeen, had little talent and had only barely reached Level 5.
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Early one morning, a large crowd gathered outside a grand hall.
Among them were Jian Chen's parents, his three aunts, Changyang Mingyue, Changyang Ke, and several elders of the clan.
Not far away, a three-meter-tall avian magical beast squatted quietly on the ground.
Today was the day Jian Chen would leave for **Kargas Academy**.
The academy's minimum entrance requirement was **Saint Power Level 8** and age under eighteen—conditions Jian Chen now met.
Today also happened to be the academy's annual enrollment day.
Bi Yuntian looked at Jian Chen with tearful eyes, her voice full of love and worry.
"Xiang'er, you must study hard at the academy and stay out of trouble, do you hear me?"
Jian Chen nodded obediently. "Don't worry, Mother. I know what to do."
Changyang Ba stepped before him.
"Xiang'er, this spatial belt is a gift from Father. It is not particularly valuable, and the space inside is small, but it will hold your things. If you break through to Level 10 before eighteen, condense your Saint Weapon, and become a **Sage**, I will give you a spatial ring and a Level 4 Magic Core."
He held out an exquisitely crafted belt, clearly made to fit Jian Chen.
Seeing Changyang Ba favor Jian Chen so much, Linglong and Yu Fengyan burned with jealousy and resentment. But no one paid them any attention; all eyes were on Jian Chen.
Jian Chen took the belt. "Father, I will become a Sage soon." His voice brimmed with confidence.
Changyang Ba smiled faintly, his eyes full of approval.
"Fourth Young Master, it is time to depart," Uncle Chang said from the side.
Jian Chen glanced one last time at his mother, then turned and walked to Uncle Chang. "Uncle Chang, let's go."
Uncle Chang lifted Jian Chen onto the back of the flying magical beast, then jumped up and sat beside him.
He smiled gently. "Hold on tight, Fourth Young Master."
He patted the beast's back.
The creature spread its ten-meter-wide wings, soared into the sky, and sped toward the distance.