Liu Rushuang also became angry.

If she weren't worried about harming the fetus, she would have taken action long ago.

As a sword saint who has been fighting on the edge of the northern region for many years, he is naturally not a good-tempered person.

"Apologize?"

You're overthinking it.

At this moment, Qi Jianchun's expression returned to calm.

He looked at Chen Chun'an and said bluntly, "The Holy Stele Test has seven levels, I don't think I need to explain that, do I?"

"Blue is the most basic shade."

"The blue light emanating from the sacred monument is enough to prove that the fetus in Liu Rushuang's womb is only slightly stronger than an ordinary person, but definitely not enough to be called a genius."

What's the worst possible outcome?

Qin Xu was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, didn't the old man say that he was a genius who was one in ten thousand?

Why did he think the old man was talking nonsense?

If he is truly a genius, one in a million, why would the Holy Stele give the worst possible result?

"Indeed, cyan is the worst shade."

"But as long as the holy monument responds, that's fine."

"If there's a reaction, it proves I wasn't lying."

Chen Chun'an refused to budge an inch, even though he thought Qin Xu was already very capable.

Since Qin Xu was just a tiny fetus, it was already an extremely special thing that the sacred monument could react to him.

"Heh, looks like you've given up on everything?"

"If even those with a blue hue are considered talented, doesn't that mean the Confucian holy land's long-standing standard for accepting disciples is seriously flawed?

Qi Jianchun still didn't believe it. In his opinion, it was already incredible that Qin Xu could make the sacred monument react.