Chapter 269 – Enduring Eternity (I)

Chapter 269

Enduring Eternity (I)

Xing Feng’s status window certainly changed quite a bit in the span of perhaps fifteen hours or so.

[Target: Xing Feng]

[Age: 10]

[Talent: Peak Heaven]

[Cultivation Realm: Fourth Stage of Qi Condensation]

[Cultivation Method: Spirit Sword Harmony, First Volume]

[Cultivation Arts: None]

[…]

[Traits]

[Lucky (Epic) — uniquely lucky; favorable things happen for seemingly no reason]

[Quiet (Common) — a naturally withdrawn countenance]

[…]

[Special Physique Detected: Martial Body (Jade)]

[…]

[Martial Body (Jade): a physique that alters one’s perception of reality when they wield any weapon or use the equivalent weapon art; it shines the brightest once the person masters dozens of weapon arts, using them interchangeably and at will to dominate any battlefield]

[…]

[Recommendation: A mortal remade, Host is recommended to simply give his Disciple a bit of time to fully realize the newfound talent and physique. Once the target breaks into the Foundation Establishment, you may teach them specific Weapon Arts]

[…]

[Final assessment: from null potential to one of the heavens, though the end path is limited due to the artificial nature of the roots, it is only so when compared against the utterly unique, heaven-loved, of which there are staggeringly few in all of the worlds]

For my own sanity’s sake, everyone kept their mouths shut–even if they knew what I pulled off wasn’t exactly normal, they at least didn’t get into my face about it.

Especially Long Tao.

Because, and I feel this strongly, the only reason Lao Shun isn’t currently barraging me with questions is because he’s following Long Tao’s example.

Great news for me–at least for now.

“No, no, Zhao! Attack me from this side!” Dai Xiu ordered the somewhat tired-seeming Xi Zhao. “And don’t hold back, okay?! If you do, I will yell at you!”

They weren’t sparring, per se, and it was more Dai Xiu trying to iron out the few weaknesses she picked up. Namely, she was most often hurt by somebody attacking from her left side; she favored her right quite a bit, and it, I guess, passively impacted the way she perceives things. Her ability to react to attacks she doesn’t see coming, according to her, mind you, is abysmal, and she needs to fix it as soon as possible.

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As such, she employed the whetstone she now started calling Zhao, telling him to attack her with all he’s got from the blind spot.

He, of course, held back as he’d most certainly injured her; she got mad, yelled at him, and they’ve been at it for at least an hour now.

“They… hate each other?” Xing Feng voiced.

“No, no, they don’t hate each other,” Wan Lan explained. “It’s just… that’s how they show they like each other, okay? But–they’re a special case! Don’t be like them!”

The young boy nodded fervently, all while Light stared at him curiously for a moment before turning toward me.