Condensing the Thunder Seed

The man in Daoist robes wore a blue-green gown. His face was stern, his eyes blazed like torches, and he was watching the battle below.

"Professor Zhang, what do you think?"

Teacher Xiao asked lazily, "Not bad, is he? He's tenacious, his Sword Heart is steady, his comprehension is excellent, and he has plenty of experience with sword techniques. There's something of the ancients about him. I think he fits what you're looking for."

"He's all right. About the level of an ordinary undergraduate. His swordsmanship fundamentals are solid, his spiritual power flows smoothly, and his control of the sword is good."

Professor Zhang sighed. "But if you're saying he only took up the sword a month ago and began Cultivation less than a year ago, then he does have some talent for swordsmanship..."

"It's a pity his Spiritual Root is so poor. It's an Acquired Spiritual Root Implantation, too. If he wants to go further, won't he have to save up a million Spirit Coins to replace it? He's too far behind everyone else!"

"Old Xiao, I know you have a soft spot for talent, but you know my situation. I only started taking disciples this year. I need to find a few students who won't give me headaches if I'm to have a chance at promotion and enough resources. Then I'll have a twenty percent chance of reaching Nascent Soul..."

"I have my eye on that young woman from Shangxu Vocational College. She was born with a thirty-seven-point Spiritual Root and an innate Sword Heart. She has no thought for anything but the sword, which is how she accidentally ended up at a vocational college."

Professor Zhang rubbed his nose. "Besides her, Chang Qing from Taiqing Swordsmanship Specialized College is promising. His aptitude is average, but his comprehension