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At the mountaintop.

The old man's hearty laughter rang out.

"Disciple, tell me, how did you subdue this Starry Sky Sword?"

Long Fan wore a solemn expression.

"Master, I relied on my own hard work and wisdom to break the Starry Seal and earn the sword spirit's recognition."

Upon hearing this, Yang Haoyu excitedly slapped Long Fan on the shoulder again.

"I knew I hadn't misjudged you. My disciple truly is extraordinary!"

Long Fan smiled and scratched his head.

Yang Haoyu gave a broad wave of his hand.

"Come on. I've prepared a whole table of delicacies for you today."

The old man and the youth returned to that cozy little wooden house.

A table had been laid with the most lavish lunch it had ever seen.

Yang Haoyu had even taken the leisure to pour himself a small cup of liquor.

It was clear that he was in an exceptionally good mood.

Long Fan, who had spent a great deal of energy and was already starving, dug into his bowl of rice.

Yang Haoyu smiled, occasionally placing some food into Long Fan's bowl.

He himself merely took a few sips of Erguotou.

At the same time, he began considering their future plans.

"I thought it would take you some time to subdue the Starry Sky Sword. Who would've thought..."

The more Yang Haoyu looked at his disciple, the more pleasing he found him.

Back then, he had been unable to conquer the Eternal Throne, and there had been no other Divine Thrones for him to sit upon. It would have been a lie to say he did not mind.

Yet the disciple he had encountered after leaving seclusion was practically a monster.

Perhaps conquering the Eternal Throne in the future was not impossible after all.

At that thought, Yang Haoyu's heart brimmed with delight.

In his centuries-long life, perhaps he had never smiled as much as he did today.

Yang Haoyu took another sip of liquor, placed a piece of Tender Bone Rabbit Meat into Long Fan's bowl, and said, "Since that's the case, we'll move the plan forward. Xiaofan, go take the Apprentice Knight assessment first, and bring back an Awakening Stone while you're at it."

Long Fan, busy eating, nodded.

That afternoon.

The sunlight was neither too warm nor too cool.

It fell on Long Fan just right.

It was neither scorching nor chilly.

Walking along Bright Moon City's broad streets, Long Fan remained calm.

Although he had come from a small town.

Nearly a month of training had taught him to maintain his composure at all times.

He would not reveal the look of someone who had never seen the world.

In the southeastern region of the Saint Hall Alliance, Bright Moon City was merely a medium-sized city.

Long Fan walked down a broad street, at least five zhang wide.

Stores lined both sides of the road, while carts and pedestrians flowed endlessly.

The clamor rose and fell without pause.

As he moved through the bustling crowd.

Long Fan did not look around in curiosity.

Instead, he walked steadily toward the destination his master had instructed him to reach.

It was the passersby who grew curious about him.

Long Fan wore simple, plain cloth garments, yet his face was resolute and handsome.

He gave off the impression of a dashing little grown-up.

What surprised the passersby most was that this handsome young boy had two Fine Iron Swords crossed on his back.

They were practically miniature knightly greatswords.

Long Fan ignored everyone's gazes.

He calmly continued toward his destination.

The Fine Iron Swords on his back were only for the assessment.

If not for keeping a low profile, he could have wielded an actual knightly greatsword with fearsome force.

When sparring with his master, his weapons changed almost every few days.

From the lightest Bamboo Sword to a Wooden Sword, then iron swords, Fine Iron Swords, and finally greatswords.

After Long Fan adapted to the knightly greatsword, Yang Haoyu had him gradually train his way back from the greatsword to the Bamboo Sword.

He completed an entire cycle, continuously adapting to dual swords of every weight.

This ensured that his sword intent would not be limited by the kind of sword in his hands.

He sought to achieve Yang Haoyu's consummate swordsmanship: "No sword in hand is better than having a sword."

After entering the city, Long Fan headed straight for the Bright Moon City branch of the Knight Hall.

After crossing several broad streets and reaching the city center.

Long Fan saw his destination, marked with a shield and sword.

From the outside, the towering building was at least five stories high and occupied an extensive area.

Long Fan swept his gaze over it and spotted two young knights standing guard on either side of the entrance.

Just as he was about to walk over.

He noticed a delicate-looking little boy, with a face as exquisite as a porcelain doll, hurrying over from another direction.

If Long Fan had not possessed a godlike perspective from the plot, he truly would have mistaken the other boy for a pretty little girl and felt the urge to go pinch his cheeks.

Because this was Long Haochen, known for making everyone fall in love the moment he dressed as a girl.

He had possessed the beauty of a fairy since childhood, so he had often been mistaken for a girl.

At that moment, Long Xiaogua had already reached the entrance of the Knight Hall and exchanged a few words with the guards.

However, something had clearly gone wrong.

Long Xiaogua needed to hand the letter to Hall Master Nalan personally and could not have it passed along.

But the guards were in a difficult position as well. This was the Bright Moon City Knight Hall branch, and only members of the hall could enter.

Long Fan, standing in the distance, immediately stopped.

That Hell Rose was about to come out. Long Fan, whose looks were no less striking than Long Xiaogua's, worried that he might fall victim to her clutches.

To be safe, he chose to watch for a while first.

Sure enough.

Just then, a clear, crisp voice rang out from within the Haoyue Branch Hall.

"What are you doing? Are you making things difficult for a child?"

Following the voice, a young girl in light armor stepped out.

Her pink hair was neatly tied into a spirited ponytail behind her head.

Her figure was graceful and captivating, and she appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old.

Her beautiful pink-blue eyes fell directly upon Long Haochen.

The two young Apprentice Knights immediately bowed respectfully.

"Knight!" X2

The pink-ponytailed girl merely nodded, then walked over to Long Haochen and curiously glanced at his delicate face.

Then, relying on her relationship with Hall Master Nalan, she intended to bring Long Xiaogua inside directly.

She extended a friendly hand toward Long Xiaogua, who had yet to realize the seriousness of the situation.

"Little brother, my name is Li Xin. Come on, I'll take you to see Uncle Nalan."

Long Haochen was overjoyed and immediately grabbed Li Xin's hand.

"Thank you, big sister. My name is Long Haochen."

Li Xin's hand was slender and strong, but the skin on her palm was noticeably rough from frequently practicing with the sword.

Yet when Long Xiaogua's hand rested in Li Xin's grasp, it felt entirely different.

Among his peers, Long Xiaogua's hand was also quite slender.

But it was clearly soft, and felt extremely comfortable to hold.

Having deliberately arrived at a different time, Long Fan used the passage medal Yang Haoyu had given him.

He smoothly entered the vast Haoyue Branch Hall.

An ancient, solemn aura immediately washed over him.

In his previous life, only ancient Western architecture, such as the Colosseum, had given him that same feeling.

At the front of the main hall stood six enormous stone chairs, each one zhang tall and carved with countless patterns.

These were the Divine Thrones, symbols of the Knight Hall's highest honor.

Only the legendary ninth-rank profession, the Divine Seal Knight, was worthy of sitting upon them.

And by sheer coincidence.

Long Fan had experienced the feeling of sitting upon one of the six Divine Thrones, the Doomsday Throne.

One word: cool!

Two words: insanely handsome!

Three words: fucking awesome!