Meeting the Emperor

After walking for a long time and detouring for a long time, I arrived outside an elegant study room.🍭💜  🐜★

"Your Majesty!" Wharton called out loudly.

"Haha, Wharton, I heard your elder Lin Feng is here? Come in quickly." Emperor Joanne's cheerful voice came from the study.

Lin Feng smiled slightly and stepped into the study.

Emperor Joanne had long heard of Lin Feng's great name, the second-best magical genius in history, and the unparalleled genius who reached the level of a stone carving master at the young age of sixteen. When Joanne learned about Lin Feng's deeds, he was full of praise.

When Lin Feng walked in.

"Truly a handsome man." Joanne admired him in his heart. In Joanne's eyes, he did indeed have the special aura of a master stone sculptor, whether it was his height and proportions or his reserved temperament.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," Lin Feng said with a slight bow.

"Insolence!" A shrill voice rang out from the personal palace attendant serving Emperor "Joanne," "How dare you not kneel before His Majesty?"

Lin Feng's icy gaze swept over, and the palace attendant felt as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake, and couldn't help but shiver.

"I have long admired a master like Lin Feng, so there is no need for him to kneel." Joanne An glanced at the attendant beside him, who immediately fell silent.

In the O'Brien Empire, subjects are generally required to kneel on one knee. However, a disciple of the War God like Blumer only needs to bow slightly.

"Wharton," His Majesty Joanne looked at Wharton beside Lin Feng, "I've heard you have such an older brother for a long time, why did you only bring him here today?"

Wharton immediately replied, "Your Majesty, my elder brother has only recently arrived in the Imperial Capital."

His Majesty Joanne nodded calmly, then looked at Lin Feng and smiled, "I heard that Master Lin Feng, you were already a level seven dual-element mage when you were seventeen. Ten years have passed, I wonder what level you have reached now?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "After ten years of arduous cultivation, I have now stepped into the threshold of the Saint Realm."

In order to intimidate Joanne, Lin Feng did not hide anything.

Saint Magus are extremely rare in the O'Brien Empire. Even someone as noble as His Majesty Joanne of the O'Brien Empire only has one Saint Magus under his command.

Lin Feng believed that if he revealed his identity as Saint Magus, Joanne would agree to let Nina marry Wharton.

"Saint Magus?" Joanne choked.

"Huh?" A surprised exclamation came from behind. Lin Feng glanced at the screen behind Joanne. When he entered the room, Lin Feng knew that there were two level nine experts hiding there, one a mage and the other a warrior.

His Majesty Joanne glanced behind him.

The two men, realizing their presence had been revealed, both came out. One was dressed in a loose-fitting mage's robe, and the other in typical warrior attire.

"These two are my guards. They are also amazed by your progress, Master Lin Feng," His Joanne An said with a faint smile.

"Saint-level Magus. May I ask how old you are, Master Lin Feng?" The silver-haired mage stared at Lin Feng. As a mage himself, he naturally knew how difficult it was to increase one's mental strength.

Historically, there have been more than ten warriors who reached the Saint Realm in their twenties.

However, historically, no one who has reached the Saint Magus has been younger than thirty years old. The increase in mental strength cannot be achieved through shortcuts; it must be increased step by step.

"My brother is twenty-seven years old this year," Wharton said.

"Twenty-seven!" The ninth-level mage's expression was quite interesting upon hearing this number.

History is history, and it records countless geniuses over tens of thousands of years, all calculated uniformly. There are some who reached level nine in their thirties, but those were people from ancient times, only a few hundred years ago. There isn't a single person who reached level nine in their thirties now. But there is absolutely no one who entered the Saint Magus before the age of thirty.

"But 'Twenty-seven, twenty-seven!' the Silver-Haired Elder chuckled self-deprecatingly. 'I reached Level 9 Great Mage at 170, and I thought I was pretty good. But can I compare to Master Lin Feng?'"

The Silver-Haired Elder shook his head and sighed bitterly.

The difference is enormous.

"Ge Hu, at what age did the youngest Saint Magus in history break through to the next level?" His Majesty Joanne immediately asked.

The Silver-Haired Elder respectfully said, "Your Majesty, according to historical records, the youngest Earth Saint Magus in history was a peerless genius from over 30,000 years ago, who entered the realm at the age of 59. And from the first year of the Yulan Calendar to the present, the most outstanding magical genius only stepped into the threshold of the Saint Realm at the age of 93."

In the cultivation of battle qi, if one encounters a rare and precious treasure, their battle qi may increase dramatically.

A state of being may be comprehended in a single moment.

There have been those in their twenties who reached the Saint Realm, but they were all warriors.

But mental strength isn't something you can just increase at will.

"I've heard that Master Lin Feng is not only a magician, but also a powerful warrior?" His Majesty Joanne looked at Lin Feng with a smile.

Lin Feng smiled calmly and said, "Your Majesty, you can certainly let the person next to you try it out."

The ninth-level warrior's lips twitched, and he said, "Could it be that Master Lin Feng is truly such a genius, not only having entered the Saint Realm in magic, but also reaching the ninth level of warrior?"

"Mr. Lanxi, why don't you give it a try? But be careful, Master Lin Feng is from the Dragonblood Warrior Clan," His Majesty Joanne said with a smile.

Mr. Lanxi drew his dark broadsword directly from behind him.

Lin Feng simply smiled and looked at Lanxi; a level nine warrior didn't even have the right to make him reveal his weapon.

"Hmph." A hazy, dreamlike starlight appeared on the surface of the broadsword in Mr. Lanxi's hand. "Mr. Lanxi is the disciple of the Star Sword Saint," His Majesty Joanne explained from the side.

Star Sword Saint?

Lin Feng doesn't even care about the Starry Star Sword Saint, so why would he care about his disciple?

With a "whoosh," the broadsword seemed to tear through space, carrying boundless power as it slashed directly at Lin Feng. Lin Feng remained motionless and casually slapped the broadsword away.

"Boom!" The broadsword blade, which had been rebounding from the impact, struck Lanxi, sending Lanxi flying into the air. He crashed heavily into the stone screen behind him, shattering it. Lanxi coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

Lanxi braced himself against the ground and stood up. There was no arrogance in his eyes at this moment; instead, he said gratefully, "Thank you, Master Lin Feng, for showing mercy." The rebounding sword blade had such power when it struck him; if Lin Feng's palm had hit him directly, he would have been dead without a doubt.

"It's just a friendly spar," Lin Feng said casually.

"Master Lin Feng, you have already grasped the level of Drawing Upon Heaven and Earth. My teacher said that to reach the Saint Realm, one must comprehend this level. I am far behind Master Lin Feng." Lanxi was quite self-aware.

He had experienced the feeling of being locked in space during his sparring sessions with his teacher.

Lin Feng's palm strike just now only contained "momentum" and did not utilize any laws; otherwise, Lanxi would have suffered more than just spitting blood.