Chapter 29: A Vibrant New Primordial Spirit

fficult to find someone with natural talent.Every young, naturally gifted martial artist is a seed of the Immortal Dao. For a school with a student body as small as ours, to have two Innate cultivato...Chapter 29: A Living Newborn Innate

The Sword's First Cry

After hearing those four words, the Budokan was first plunged into silence. Then, like a drop of cold water suddenly poured into a boiling cauldron of oil, it exploded completely.

"Wow, what did he say"

"Transcendent Sword Cry He just said Transcendent Sword Cry."

"Old Xu wasn't known for Sword and Self as One, how come he suddenly became Preheaven Sword Resonance"

"From birth, the sword cries out, Wo Kao, haven't you noticed the important point Old Xu is already a congenital swordsman."

"Born this way."

"Our class actually has someone with a congenital condition, too."

Fang Jian stared dumbfounded for a long time, then suddenly shouted: "Lao Xu, come down quickly and let me touch you, to get some good luck!"

On the platform, Xu Jun initially appeared nonchalant. He defeated Lin Bin with ease, seemingly without any significant fluctuations in his demeanor.

Even when faced with questions from He Zhi Chao, one of the school's renowned "natural-born pair," he maintained a languid and indifferent expression.

But, hearing Fang Jian's shout, Xu Jun almost couldn't hold it in.

This guy is too shameless.

Glaring down at the audience, she gave Fang Jian a withering look. Then Xu Jun was horrified to realize that people staring at him with Fang Jian's kind of twisted gaze were definitely not just one or two.

Damn it, they really think they're mascots.

Liu Yang was stunned for a long time, finally woke up, and regardless of his teacher's status.

"Xu Jun, you... really have natural talent"

Xu Jun sheathed his sword and stood, saying, "Teacher Liu, I was fortunate enough to momentarily grasp the meaning of the innate sword cry."

"Good, good! Good..."

Liu Yang strung together three "good"s, for a moment he truly couldn't describe or contain that surge of excitement.

This is innate, this is something from birth!

Perhaps, for the capital city, main city, and large cities, innate-level students are nothing special.

But, this is Zi Xia City, one of the 1,008 small towns on Shui Yuan Star.

...could be promoted to Heaven during high school....

It can't be said that it doesn't exist, it can only be said that it is quite rare.

In the past ten years, even if we include He Zhichou and Liu Xuanyue, the number of students who could be promoted to Xiantian graduates would not exceed ten.

That is to say, on average, not a single graduate from each cohort meets the standard.

After all, the best students in the whole city were basically recruited by No. 1 High School.

Even among those who graduate from high school, how many are truly gifted

Ten, fifteen

The maximum number will not exceed twenty, some years, even ten are absent.

During one's student days, those who could advance to the innate stage were without exception martial prodigies. Their number was even far fewer than those lucky ones who possessed spiritual roots and could directly cultivate.

He ZhiChao and Liu XuanYue, they are an exception, an exception among exceptions.

Except for those two, no one else in the whole school thought that it would be possible to cultivate another innate talent.

But now, a completely new innate quality, was alive and well before our eyes.

Liu Yang couldn't stop smiling when he thought about the benefits this honor would bring him.

Wu Yushuang's eyes flickered, first looking at Xu Jun, then at Liu Yang, her eyes filled with unconcealed envy.

If this student were to break through in my class, that would be fantastic!

He Zhichao suddenly said again: "Xu Jun, I'm itching to play too. How about we have a game"

The atmosphere in the Budokan suddenly dropped at that moment.

Every person's mind has flashed a thought.

So, they all held their breath, full of anticipation.

Pre-destined Great War

"No."

Almost in unison, the two teachers present simultaneously spoke up to stop it.

Liu Yang couldn't wait to say: "If you two are going to spar, there must be three principals present, otherwise, you absolutely cannot fight."

Wu Yushuang also turned her head and said, "He Zhichao, Xu Jun since he has been promoted to the Xiantian realm, then he must abide by the student rules, you can't practice privately."

A student who is born with a natural talent.

For a school, each student is a precious treasure, carefully cherished and protected.

If they were to spar privately, any injuries inflicted would be enough to cause the school immense pain.

Therefore, among students of the same grade level, private sparring is not allowed. This is common knowledge among all teachers and students.

Schools encourage those born with innate martial talent to practice sparring, but for those born naturally gifted in the arts, they have a completely different set of requirements.

The current class has two innate qualities.

However, the two never sparred privately.

They could only occasionally spar when one of the three principals was present.

Xu Jun shrugged and said, "He ZhiChao, you settle with the teachers first, then we can have a spar."

He ZhiChao laughed dumbly, nodded slightly, and said: "Okay, I'll apply."

Liu Xuan Yue, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up and said, "Count me in."

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in stunned silence, their hearts filled with a mixture of emotions.

Although there are currently two teachers and dozens of students in two classes at the Budokan.

But when the three of them started talking, it seemed like everyone else simply vanished.

That innate aura and confidence emanating from them give them a sense of gradually growing filth.

It seems that between them, an invisible and intangible wall has been erected, separating them into two entirely different worlds.

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Administrative Building, Small Conference Room.

The three elementary school principals.

Principal Chen Hang-ru, Vice Principal Liang Hong-wei in charge of teaching, and Vice Principal Li Ying-chun in charge of school affairs are holding a small principal meeting.

Chen Hang took a sip of tea and said, "This year, both Chao and Xuan Yue have reached their senior year of high school. We must pay attention! This year, we are definitely capable of turning things around. Don't mess it up."

Liang Hongwei nodded repeatedly, saying: "Don't worry, I'm always paying attention to them. This year's Wuxue College Entrance Examination, we strive to get them into the top three of the city's innate list."

Li Yingchun smiled and said, "Lao Liang, there's still a lot of pressure in the top three. Come on!"

Liang Hongwei let out a hearty laugh and said, "You don't know their strength Hmph, if it weren't for bad luck, if Yi had that freakish thing, they all would have had a chance to vie for the top spot in the martial arts exam."

Li Yingchun grinned a little and said, "Ai, that guy from No. 1 Middle School... they're really lucky. You said his aptitude is so outstanding, he could easily go to the main city's school, right Why come to our small town Isn't this like a dimensionality reduction attack"

Chen Hang was about to speak when he suddenly glanced at his watch.

Then, he took out a wireless earphone from his watch and put it in his ear.

However, in just a few seconds, he was taken aback and shouted, "What did you say You're not lying..."

Liang Hongwei and Li Yinchun both looked at him in surprise.

Old Chen, when did this guy become so impatient

After a moment, Chen Hang stood up and said in a deep voice, "Lao Liang, Lao Li, I have some good news for you. A student from our school's high three class 3 has comprehended the innate sword cry."

Liang Hongwei, Li Yingchun: I'm trash!!!

The End.

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