He lost!
Yang Zhan actually lost.
Meng Changsheng even entertained the thought that Chen Xuan might manage to pass the Combat Power Assessment.
Yet he never dreamed that Yang Zhan would actually be defeated.
Although Yang Zhan was still one of the Newly Promoted Disciples, his strength already surpassed quite a few veteran disciples. Possessing Superior Bone Aptitude, if he continued to cultivate for a few more years, he would also be a strong contender among the Top Ten Direct Disciples of Tianxuan Peak.
Chen Xuan defeated Yang Zhan with a single sword stroke.
Strength like this was not far off from his own, Meng Changsheng's.
Who was he? One of the Top Ten Direct Disciples of Tianxuan Peak.
And Chen Xuan, a disciple sent out on an assignment for two months, a country bumpkin who had just stumbled into luck with a Golden Marrow Spirit Fruit, actually defeated Yang Zhan in one stroke?
What did this mean?
It meant the fortuitous encounters Chen Xuan obtained during those two months in Tiannan Prefecture went far beyond something as simple as a single Golden Marrow Spirit Fruit.
"Interesting..." Meng Changsheng said in a low voice, his tone betraying neither joy nor anger. "A mud-legged peasant actually has some real skill."
He turned around and looked at Li An. "How are Yang Zhan's injuries?"
"Severe," Li An said. "The bone in his right shoulder is shattered, and there are over a dozen sword wounds on his body. The deepest ones nearly damaged his internal organs. The Medicine Hall's physician said he will need at least three months of recuperation to recover."
"Three months..."
Meng Changsheng said nothing more, sitting back down in the grand taishi chair and closing his eyes.
The study grew quiet, save for the rustling sound of the wind