Butcher Zhang, Li Chungang, and Wang Lin marveled.
Then all three began feeling Lin Ke over.
"Something's off! This isn't the Martial Path, either."
"Strange indeed. Even I can't make it out. Disciple, has anything unusual happened to your soul?"
"Hmm, dear disciple, let me check whether anything's wrong with your organs."
After examining him, the three exchanged bewildered looks.
"Strange, truly strange." Butcher Zhang looked puzzled, unable to find anything unusual about Lin Ke. "Could this be the qi of some minor school?"
Besides the three great schools of Confucianism, Daoism, and Buddhism, and well-known schools such as Mohism, Legalism, and the School of Diplomacy, there were also lesser-known minor schools.
"This isn't the aura of any present-day school..." Li Chungang shook his head.
He had just taken a brief look through special means and found that Lin Ke was perfectly fine, without the slightest abnormality.
Now that was strange!
After all, this place was under their constant surveillance. Unless something surpassed them by several major realms, it could not simply appear here.
They were in the Great Confucian realm. One major realm above them was the Gentleman Realm of the Ministers of Rites; two major realms above them would make someone a Half-Saint.
Which living Half-Saint wasn't a household name?
Yet they couldn't identify what kind of qi was inside Lin Ke?
"Could it be a new saint?" Wang Lin rubbed her chin. "Disciple, you haven't lost a centimeter... pah, you haven't suffered the slightest harm. Instead, your vital essence is surging out. It doesn't seem like a bad thing."
"Ahem, lass, that's spiritual qi, not vital essence." Li Chungang gave a dry cough. "Only martial practitioners have vital essence."
"Oh, right." Wang Lin's expression didn't change; she neither blushed nor skipped a heartbeat. "Kid, just how did