"Mother... laugh, laugh... ha ha!"
Xiao Long clapped his hands happily and opened his arms to Jiang Hanxi, who was walking towards him step by step from not far away.
Han Jian fell silent, hovering in mid-air as if looking at Jiang Hanxi.
"If you can't break it off, then... go find him..."
Han Jian's voice sounded like that of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old, yet it carried an extreme sense of vicissitude, and he stopped speaking ill of Wang Feng.
"Longlong, we're going to learn this today."
Jiang Hanxi seemed not to hear Han Jian's words, and walked over to pick up Xiaolong.
Then, she drew a book from a distance and opened it, speaking softly to Xiaolong in a cool, clear voice.
"Okay, okay..."
Xiao Long clapped his little hands happily in Jiang Hanxi's arms and read along with Jiang Hanxi's cool voice, slowly memorizing it.
"Sigh~".
Han Jian listened to the voices of the children being taught and sighed silently.
It's a sword that's been around for tens of thousands of years, after all.
Moreover, he has stayed by Jiang Hanxi's side for tens of thousands of years without ever leaving her, so how could he not know her thoughts?
The master...in the end, fell in love, fell in love with the most forbidden thing in the Ice Palace rules...
Whether Jiang Hanxi ultimately wore that robe and white phoenix embroidered shoes remains unknown.
The focus shifts to Wang Feng...
"Heaven-Splitting Iron Mountain Lean!!"
Wang Feng roared inwardly, took a step forward, and slammed his shoulder into the large bell in front of him.
Thump!
A long, deep bell rang out!
Thump!
Second tone!
Thump!
Three times!
Thump!
Fourth tone!
Thump!
Five sounds!
Thump!
Six tones!
Thump!
Seven times!
Thump!
Eight sounds!
Thump!
Nine sounds!
Thump!!
Ten times!
"Ten shots, ten shots, a full ten shots!! Quickly, go and invite the Ancestor out of seclusion!!"
A cacophony of noise erupted from the surrounding crowd, accompanied by gasps of astonishment.
"What a monster! Our Celestial Court has finally received a ten-times-powerful prodigy, hahaha!!"
"Ten thousand years! Ten thousand years! Apart from the founding ancestor, no one has been able to make this bell ring more than ten times again!"
Countless elders of the Celestial Court were moved to tears, surrounding Wang Feng so tightly that they seemed afraid he would escape.
Because this bell only considers aptitude, not cultivation level, even if a quasi-emperor arrives and strikes it with full force, their aptitude will remain the same.
This clock is a peculiar existence, or rather, it should be called: a pseudo-imperial artifact.
It's so powerful that even a Quasi-Emperor can't break it, but an Emperor can easily destroy it. Unlike a Sacred Artifact, which a Quasi-Emperor can contend with.
Moreover, this is unique to the Celestial Court.
"Alright, alright, let me find someone first!"
Wang Feng waved his hand, signaling the elders to make way for him as he stepped down from the measuring bell platform.
As for why he is currently undergoing qualification testing, it all started a few hours ago, but to make a long story short:
He searched for the soul and came to a colossal sect standing majestically in the desert, exuding an ethereal aura. The plaque above it read:
Celestial Court!
Wang Feng checked to make sure he wasn't mistaken before going in, and then he discovered...
He happened to arrive on the day when the Celestial Court recruited disciples and tested their aptitude, a once-in-a-century event.
Then, in a rather haphazard way, a series of events unfolded...
At this moment, Wang Feng was like a popular celebrity, surrounded by countless Saint King Realm elders, who acted like bodyguards.
"You can find whomever you want. Today, you can find anyone in the entire Celestial Court!"
An elder whispered a question to Wang Feng in his ear, and Wang Feng was secretly delighted by this treatment.
However, this was expected.
If he had demonstrated his talent in the Sword Sect, he would surely have been surrounded by a group of old guys, just like he is now.
But this time, the goal is to find a human soul, and I want to avoid some trouble, instead of living a carefree life like before.
Actually, these ten rings represent the maximum power of the bell, not the maximum power of Wang Feng's talent.
If those old guys found out about this, they'd be shocked to lose their last few teeth.
Wang Feng walked past them one by one, following the sensations emanating from the coffins in his mind, intending to see which person's sensation was strongest.
He could sense the coffin in his mind, but as for why Wang Feng had taken it out earlier...
Because he needs to see the little green dot; he can't perceive how far away it is from the human soul simply by sensing it in his mind.
"No, this isn't it either, this isn't it either."
Wang Feng looked around, and his brows gradually furrowed.
"Hey guys, can you please stop blocking my view?!"
Wang Feng frowned and shouted, because these old geezers were blocking his view!
"Alright, alright, we'll step back a bit and see who you're looking for."
Countless old men stepped back, pushing the crowd out with them.
Wang Feng simply flew into the sky, following the sensations in his mind, his handsome eyes sweeping across the area.
The final image focuses on a woman in a red veil sitting on the ground, looking bored and seemingly enjoying the spectacle.
Wang Feng leaped down, and several old men immediately began to disperse the crowd for him.
"Hey, hey, don't evacuate the crowd! Are you afraid I'll find them?"
When Wang Feng saw that some old men were preparing to evacuate the woman in the red veil, he became so angry that he shouted.
"She! She's staying with me!"
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