"Buzz!"
As the tip of Sai Chuxue's brush suddenly lit up with a cyan glow.
Her eyes became exceedingly resolute as well.
Very quickly, Zeng Anmin felt as though cool little hands were touching his body.
"Cough."
He gave a dry cough.
Sai Chuxue was utterly focused now, her almond eyes shimmering with an exceptionally clear, gentle cyan light.
She examined Zeng Anmin's skin inch by inch, murmuring:
"His flesh is firm, even no weaker than that of an ordinary martial artist..."
"Among Confucian students, those who can achieve what you have are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns."
"Moreover, every bone and meridian in your body shows that you possess an exceptional physique for martial cultivation."
"Why didn't you practice martial arts back then...?"
Her voice remained a murmur.
Zeng Anmin rolled his eyes.
"Is my talent for Confucian cultivation not good enough?"
"Uh."
Sai Chuxue froze for a moment.
By now, reports of the border war had reached the capital.
Almost every cultivator knew of Zeng Anmin's Fifth Rank Confucian Cultivator realm.
A seventeen-year-old Fifth Rank Confucian Cultivator—such a realm was enough to look down upon all heroes.
It could be said that the Great Sage Dynasty had stood for nearly a thousand years.
Yet not one person could be found whose talent in the Confucian Path rivaled Zeng Anmin's.
"Hurry up!"
Zeng Anmin urged her.
"Alright."
Sai Chuxue hurriedly gathered her thoughts, took a deep breath, then pulled out a compass from her waist. Her gaze was extremely grave as she said:
"By decree!"
The next moment.
The compass slowly rose into the air.
"Whoosh!"
Cyan light shone down from the compass.
One item after another, wrapped in bundles, fell to the ground.
"Dong Jun's essence blood..."
Sai Chuxue took a porcelain bottle from the