Chapter 59: Snow Lord Saber
Chapter 59: Snow Lord Saber
Assistant Qiu glanced at Lu Fang and the others, seeing that they were mostly unharmed, and left with Chen Chuan.
After a while, a society member approached Lu Fang and said, "Deputy 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, "We were given the opportunity, but we didn't seize it. It's not good to keep arguing. Perhaps he's right; without the Mystic Form Technique, he might still reach greater heights."
Someone still seemed unconvinced and said, "How is that possible? Even the seniors couldn't do it, so how can he?"
Lu Fang waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Since we can't change his mind, we can only wait."
"Wait for what?"
Lu Fang explained, "If he leaves without any issues, then there's nothing we can do. It's a pity about his talent, but if he takes that step, we might be able to secretly help him at that time."
The 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 society funds to buy good medicine for the injured students today. Also, everyone should leave in batches."
After Lu Fang made the arrangements, the students left in groups, supporting each other. Even though they left in batches, it still attracted a lot of attention. Fortunately, it was common for fighters to get injured, so no one thought much of it, aside from a bit of curiosity about why 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 the elderly Ni Laotai were chatting.
Assistant Qiu approached Teacher Ni first and whispered something to her. The old lady listened without showing any reaction, then glanced at Chen Chuan and said, "Hmm, Xiao Cheng, this is your student? He's a spirited young man."
Cheng Zitong said, "Chen Chuan, this is Teacher Ni, your teacher and my senior. Come and pay your respects."
Chen Chuan stepped forward and bowed to Ni Xiaolin, saying, "Hello, Teacher Ni."
Teacher 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, "The long saber."
The elderly Ni Laotai instructed Assistant Qiu, and after a while, Assistant Qiu emerged holding a long saber with a black scabbard.
She said, "This young man caught the old lady's eye, so today I'll give you a saber."
Assistant Qiu came to Chen Chuan and presented the saber to him, 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, and with both hands, he took the saber's scabbard. He felt a slight weight in his hand, heavier than he had expected. He bowed to Ni Laotai and said, "Thank you, Teacher Ni."
Ni Laotai smiled and said, "Young man, don't you want to take a look?"
Chen Chuan slowly drew the saber, and a gleam of snowy light shone forth. As the entire blade emerged from its sheath, the room seemed to fill with a hint of chill.
Cheng Zitong exclaimed, "What a fine saber!"
Ni Laotai said, "Young man, how does this 'Snow Lord Saber' feel in your hand?"
Chen Chuan felt that the saber's design was similar to the Ming Dynasty long sabers he had seen in his previous life. The hilt was wrapped in fine silver wire, and he estimated its length to be over one meter.
He twisted his wrist slightly, and a saber dance effortlessly flowed from his movement.
He had already felt that the saber weighed around ten jin, which was quite heavy. Most sabers weighed only two or three jin, and even students at the Wu Yi Academy rarely used sabers heavier than five jin. This saber's weight was almost double that.
However, with his strength, Chen Chuan handled it effortlessly. In fact, some of the Wu Yi students could use slightly heavier weapons, but they affected their balance. This saber was just right.
He replied, "It feels quite suitable."
Teacher Ni said, "Just now, while you were fighting in the back, Assistant Qiu observed your physique and strength. If you like long sabers, then this one is perfect for you right now. But you young people grow quickly, so who knows in the future? For now, it will have to do."
Chen Chuan held the saber upright and bowed to her, saying sincerely, "Thank you, Teacher Ni."
Teacher Ni smiled and said, "My old self used to run a weapon shop. Although I no longer have the skill, my eye for weapons remains sharp. We have plenty of weapons left at home, but I'm too old to use them, so I thought of giving them to you young folks."
Chen Chuan expressed his gratitude once more.
At this moment, Assistant Qiu glanced at the time and whispered to her, "Master, it's time for your medication."
The old lady nodded slightly, picked up her cane, and stood up, saying to Chen Chuan, "Young man, take good care of it; it will come in handy."
Cheng Zitong also hurriedly stood up.
As the old lady walked inside with her cane, she muttered, "People are people, and weapons are weapons. They should be kept separate."
After seeing her off, Cheng Zitong turned to Chen Chuan and said, "Let's go."
"Yes, Teacher," replied Chen Chuan.
The two of them left and sat in the car, fastening their seatbelts. Cheng Zitong said, "That old lady is amazing. When she told me about this, I was a bit annoyed, but now that you've passed the exam, she's giving you a saber. Teacher, I'm not only not angry anymore, but I should also thank her."
Noticing Chen Chuan's silence, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
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Chen Chuan said, "Teacher, when I was at Teacher Ni's place, I felt like I was back in the old times."
When talking with the old lady, both the atmosphere and the people seemed to belong to a bygone era. It was only after leaving and seeing the heavy architecture outside that he felt he was back in the present.
Cheng Zitong was taken aback for a moment, then looked ahead and sighed, "When people get old, they tend to reminisce about the past and get immersed in it. There are circles everywhere in the world—circles outside and inside the school, among teachers, and even within oneself. But one must not be confined by these circles; one must find a way out, or else one's perspective becomes too narrow, unable to see the whole world."
Chen Chuan nodded in agreement.
Cheng Zitong started the sedan and drove towards the dormitory, saying, "Since the old lady gave you this saber, you should learn saber techniques. Otherwise, it's useless. I'll teach you a basic saber technique later."
"Thank you, Teacher," said Chen Chuan, "but without a weapon permit, students can't carry weapons outside."
Cheng Zitong said, "That's why you should quickly figure out a way to obtain the weapon permit is even more important than you think. Despite some special circumstances, it's still possible to get an approval. But first, you must learn the saber technique so that the permit will be useful when you get it.
By the way, you can start taking on some assigned missions in the next few days. I'll find someone to guide you. First, get the three required assignments for the registration done."
"Okay, Teacher, I'll wait," replied Chen Chuan.
In the highest office of the school's administrative building, an elderly man with white hair was practicing calligraphy. The paper hung on the wall, and he held the end of a long brush with three fingers, writing calmly.
A young student entered and waited for a while before speaking, "Teacher, those students lost..."
The elderly man waved his arm, and a sharp hook appeared on the paper. He stepped back a few paces, satisfied with what he saw, and said, "There's no need to meddle further. The saber has been polished, and naturally, someone will come to use it."
"Yes, Teacher," the student replied.
At the Beifeng Estate, the recommended students also learned about the outcome at the training hall.
Someone expressed surprise, "Zhouyuan Combat Technique? Is there such a technique in the academy?"
Jiang Xuelang instructed the person behind him, who quickly left and soon returned with a slightly worn-out book on Zhouyuan Combat Technique, presenting it respectfully.
He took the book and leaned back in his chair, flipping through it. Initially, he thought there might be a hidden secret within this technique, but upon reading, it turned out to be a fanciful combat technique. He tossed it aside dismissively and commented, "Garbage."
One of the recommended students also took a look and soon showed disdain. With a hint of schadenfreude, he said, "He must be really desperate to choose this."
However, Jiang Xuelang narrowed his eyes and said, "Although he rejected the Mystic Form Technique, the fact that he can defeat so many senior students just one month after enrollment means we should continue to keep an eye on him."
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