Chapter 59: Snow Lady Sword
Chapter 59: Snow Lady Sword
Assistant Qiu glanced at Lu Fang and the others, seeing that they were mostly unharmed, and accompanied Chen Chuan as they walked out.
Lu Fang and his group watched silently as Chen Chuan's figure gradually moved away. After a while, a club member approached and said, "Vice President, this..."
Lu Fang turned and asked, "Are you all okay?"
The member replied, "It's nothing serious. He held back, and we only have minor injuries. A little medicine will do the trick."
Lu Fang sighed and said, "We had our chance, but we didn't seize it. It's not good to keep pestering him. Perhaps he's right; without the Mystic Form Technique, he might still reach even higher levels."
Some of them still felt a bit resentful. "How is that possible? Even our seniors couldn't do it. What makes him think he can?"
Lu Fang waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Since we can't convince him to change his mind, we can only wait."
"Wait for what?" Lu Fang explained, "If he leaves peacefully without any grand ideas, then there's nothing we can do. It's a pity to waste his talent, but if he takes that step, we might be able to secretly help him at that time."
The numerous students remained silent.
Lu Fang looked at everyone and said, "Alright, it's getting late. Let's leave this place. Jing Hao, help send the injured students to the medical room. Bi Yang, go and get some club funds to buy good medicine for the injured students today. Also, let's leave in batches."
After he made the arrangements, the students supported each other and left in groups. Even though they were leaving in batches, they still attracted a lot of attention. Fortunately, it was common for fighters to get injured, so no one thought too much of it. At most, they found it strange that so many seniors were injured today.
When Chen Chuan followed Assistant Qiu to the hall, Feng Xiaoqi had already finished his exam and left. Only Cheng Zitong and Old Lady Ni remained, chatting with each other.
Assistant Qiu approached Old Lady Ni first and whispered something to her. The old lady listened without changing her expression, then glanced at Chen Chuan and said, "Hmm, Xiao Cheng, this is your student, a spirited young man."
Cheng Zitong said, "Chen Chuan, this is Teacher Ni, who is like a teacher and an elder to me. Come and pay your respects."
Chen Chuan stepped forward and bowed to Old Lady Ni, saying, "Thank you, Teacher Ni."
Old Lady Ni was very pleased. She looked at Chen Chuan a few more times and asked, "Young man, what kind of weapon do you like?"
Cheng Zitong's spirit lifted, and he gestured for Chen Chuan to answer quickly.
Chen Chuan thought for a moment and replied, "A long sword."
Old Lady Ni instructed Assistant Qiu, and after a while, Assistant Qiu brought out a long sword with a black scabbard.
She said, "This young man caught the old lady's eye, so today I'll give you a sword."
Assistant Qiu came to Chen Chuan and handed him the sword, holding it upright.
Chen Chuan didn't take it immediately, so Cheng Zitong quickly said, "The old lady is giving it to you as a gift for meeting a junior. Please accept it."
Chen Chuan nodded in thanks to Assistant Qiu, took the sword with both hands, and received it. He felt a slight weight in his hand, heavier than he had expected. He bowed to Old Lady Ni and said, "Thank you, Teacher Ni."
Old Lady Ni smiled and said, "Young man, don't you want to take a look?"
Chen Chuan slowly drew the sword, and a gleam of snowy light shone forth. As the entire blade left the scabbard, the room seemed to fill with a chill.
Cheng Zitong exclaimed, "What a great sword!"
Old Lady Ni said, "Young man, how does this 'Snow Lady Sword' feel in your hand?"
Chen Chuan felt that the design of this sword was similar to the Ming Dynasty long swords he had seen in his previous life. The hilt was wrapped in fine silver wire, and he estimated its length to be over 1.6 meters.
At that moment, he turned his wrist, and a sword flourish appeared effortlessly.
He had felt that this sword weighed about ten catties, while ordinary swords were only two or three catties. Even students at the Wu Yi Academy wouldn't use swords heavier than five catties. This sword's weight was almost double that.
However, with his 'Second Self', he held it effortlessly. In fact, some students at the academy could use slightly heavier swords, but excessively heavy weapons would affect the user's center of gravity. This sword was just right.
He said, "It feels quite suitable."
Teacher Ni said, "While you were fighting earlier, Assistant Qiu observed your strength and estimated your power. If you like long swords, this one is perfect for you right now. However, things might change in the future, so it's just a temporary solution."
Chen Chuan held the sword upright and bowed to her, saying sincerely, "Thank you, Teacher Ni."
Teacher Ni smiled and said, "I used to run a weapon shop in my younger days, and although I no longer have the skill, I still have an eye for quality weapons. We have many left at home, but as I'm getting older, they're of no use to me. I thought I'd give them to you young folks."
Chen Chuan thanked her again.
At that moment, Assistant Qiu glanced at the time and whispered to Chen Chuan, "It's time for your medication."
The elderly Mrs. Ni nodded slightly, picked up her cane, and stood up, saying to Chen Chuan, "Take good care of this sword; it will come in handy."
Cheng Zitong quickly stood up as well.
As Mrs. Ni walked inside with her cane, she muttered, "People are people, and swords are swords. They should be kept separate."
After seeing her off, Cheng Zitong said to Chen Chuan, "Let's go."
"Yes, Teacher," Chen Chuan replied.
Once outside, they got into the car. Cheng Zitong spoke, "That old lady is impressive. When she told me about this, I was a bit annoyed, but now that you've passed the exam, she gives you a sword. Instead of being angry, I should be thanking her."
Noticing Chen Chuan's silence, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Teacher, when I was with Teacher Ni, it felt like we were back in the old times," Chen Chuan replied. "When talking to her, the atmosphere and everything around us seemed to belong to the past. It was only when we left and saw the heavy architecture outside that I felt like I was back in the present."
Cheng Zitong paused, then looked ahead, sighing, "As people age, they tend to reminisce about the past, getting lost in it. There are circles everywhere—outside and inside the school, among teachers, students, and even within oneself. But don't let these circles confine you; find a way out, or you'll become narrow-minded, unable to see the world in its entirety."
Chen Chuan nodded, "You're right, Teacher."
Cheng Zitong started the car and drove towards the dormitory, saying, "Since Mrs. Ni gave you this sword, you should learn sword techniques. Otherwise, it's useless. I'll teach you a basic sword technique later."
"Thank you, Teacher," said Chen Chuan. "But without a firearms license, I can't carry it outside."
"That's why you need to get that license as soon as possible," Cheng Zitong said. "It's more important than you think, and even with some special circumstances, you can still get the approval. But first, learn the sword technique, so you can put it to use once you have the license."
"By the way, you can start taking on some assigned tasks now. Prepare yourself, and I'll find someone to guide you through the process. Let's get the first three assignments done."
"Okay, Teacher," Chen Chuan agreed.
In the highest office of the school's administrative building, a white-haired teacher was practicing calligraphy. A large sheet of paper hung on the wall, and he held the end of a two-meter-long brush with three fingers, writing calmly.
A young student entered and waited for a while before speaking, "Teacher, those students lost. Is it..."
The white-haired teacher waved his arm, and a sharp hook blade appeared. He stepped back, satisfied, and said, "There's no need to interfere. The sword has been sharpened, and someone will come to hone it."
"Yes, Teacher," the student replied.
At the North Peak Estate Villa, the recommended students also learned about the outcome at the training hall.
One of them exclaimed, "Zhou Yuan's Power Technique? Is there such a technique in the academy?"
Jiang Xuelong instructed his follower, who quickly left and returned with an old book of Zhou Yuan's Power Technique, presenting it respectfully.
Jiang Xuelong took the book and leaned back in his chair, flipping through it. He initially thought it might contain some secret, but it turned out to be a fanciful power technique, and he casually tossed it aside, calling it "trash."
Another recommended student also took a look, soon showing disgust and saying, "He chose this? He must be desperate."
However, Jiang Xuelong narrowed his eyes and said, "Although he rejected the Mystic Form Technique, the fact that he defeated so many senior students within a month of his enrollment means we should keep an eye on him."
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