Reconstruction Begins

Before Yang Tian stood two kindly men of roughly the same age, both looking at him.

"Uh, just for this one boy, you're actually willing to give me two slots, Han?"

The priest in golden robes looked at Han Qian in shock.

"Ahem, Brother Ling, just handle the treatment. This little fellow is vital to our Knight Temple. We'd even be willing to give you another slot!"

Han Qian smiled, surprised that he had managed to keep the cost so low.

Mostly, the other man had agreed out of consideration for their friendship.

"Looks like I underestimated how crafty you are. Can I add another slot to the price now?"

Ling Xiao looked at Han Qian and asked.

"Brother Ling, how can you do that? No. A gentleman's word is his bond. We've already agreed, so how can you raise the price now?"

Han Qian firmly shook his head.

Ling Xiao was speechless. There was nothing he could do but swallow his bitterness.

Then he examined Yang Tian's aura.

"Hmm? Weak Water treated him? She even used a seventh-tier healing spell. Clearly, his injuries were serious!"

Ling Xiao examined Yang Tian's condition.

As a Ninth-Order Saint, his strength was naturally extraordinary.

Even Han Qian, at the peak of the eighth tier, might not be a match for the ninth-tier priest Ling Xiao. Priests were not entirely without offensive power.

Then Ling Xiao frowned!

"Hiss... It's actually the lost Extraction Secret Art. Fortunately, it was only an incomplete version. If it had been the complete art, this child would have been utterly ruined!"

At last, Ling Xiao's expression grew serious.

He turned to Han Qian and said, "Find me a place with the most abundant spiritual power. I need to use a secret art to ease that corrosive force, then reconstruct him."

"All right!" Han Qian agreed.

Knights also possessed the light attribute, so naturally, they had places rich in light element energy.

Then the three moved to another location!

Yang Tian said nothing. After all, one was an expert at the peak of the eighth tier, and the other was a ninth-tier priest.

They were both big shots. Back at the Haoyue Branch Hall, even sixth-tier experts were already considered very powerful.

"Teacher?" Noticing Ye Hua outside the door, Yang Tian called softly.

Ye Hua did not answer him, instead bowing to Han Qian.

Zi Yang was nowhere to be seen either. Perhaps she had something else to do.

"Don't worry. He'll be fine!"

Han Qian spoke kindly. At the very least, he would not let such a genius be ruined.

Hearing this, Ye Hua felt reassured.

Next, he had to await punishment from the Holy Temple, which was why he had not returned to the Haoyue Branch Hall.

Finally, he watched as the two powerful men led Yang Tian away.

"Lord Holy Knight Commander, may I ask a favor of you?"

After they had walked some distance, Yang Tian suddenly asked Han Qian respectfully.

"Haha, little fellow, go ahead!"

Han Qian said with a smile.

Looking at Yang Tian's clear, bright eyes and the elemental energy within his body, he was curious about what the boy wanted to say.

"My teacher forced his way into the Holy City for my sake. I'd like to take full responsibility for him. If I can cultivate again, I'll work hard so that one day, I can spread light across all human lands!"

Yang Tian's young face was utterly earnest, his golden eyes fixed on Han Qian.

"The Haoyue Branch Hall can't do without my teacher. He's the Chief Instructor, and he's contributed so much to the Holy Temple, the Alliance, and humanity!"

Yang Tian continued.

Listening beside them, Ling Xiao seemed to have guessed something.

A child whom Han Qian valued enough to spend two slots there in exchange for his reconstruction secret art must possess exceptional talent.

Han Qian smiled and patted Yang Tian's head, saying gently, "If I wanted to punish him, I'd have done it already. Since you've given your word, work hard at your cultivation from now on and repay the Holy Temple!"

Yang Tian nodded, then stopped and bowed respectfully to Han Qian.

Unable to hold back any longer, Ling Xiao asked Han Qian after they had walked a little farther, "Brother Han, is there something special about this little fellow?"

He looked perfectly ordinary, yet the aura around Yang Tian was very faint and very pure.

"No, he's just a little boy!"

Han Qian kept the secret, answering casually.

Ling Xiao shot the old fellow a glance. Who would believe that nonsense?

I'll find out by testing him later!

Ling Xiao made up his mind.

They then arrived at a Spirit-Nurturing Pool beside the Spirit-Riding Valley!

Abundant spiritual power gathered within it. It was used for cultivation and healing by knights who had made great contributions to the Holy Temple.

"Whoa, Han, you're actually willing to use this!"

Looking at the pool brimming with spiritual qi, Ling Xiao was utterly astonished.

Han Qian smiled. "Hehe, I have no choice. It's for the Alliance's budding talent!"

"Get started. You've already broken through to the ninth tier. Surely you can handle it!"

At the end, Han Qian gave Ling Xiao another provocative prod.

"Hmph, if you can do it, then go ahead!" Ling Xiao snorted. This fellow only knew how to make flippant remarks.

Yang Tian had listened to the two old fellows bickering all the way. Helpless, he could only endure it.

Finally, following the Saint's instructions, he climbed above the pool, where there was actually a meditation cushion made of cold jade!

Its faint chill kept him clearheaded.

When a Ninth-Order Saint made his move, the abundant, pure spiritual energy of the light element seemed to be entirely under his control.

"It will be extremely painful at first, because I have to completely cripple you to remove the corrosion from the Extraction Secret Art!"

"So hold on, or all our efforts will be wasted!"

Ling Xiao warned Yang Tian as he looked at him.

"Lord Saint, I can do it!" Yang Tian nodded, his gaze resolute.

Ling Xiao nodded slightly and stroked his beard.

Then he raised his hand, controlling a streak of golden light that drew up a spiritual tide several meters high.

It then poured down over Yang Tian's head.

That spiritual tide carried a tremendous scouring force. Yang Tian felt as though even his soul was being struck.

Bracing both hands against the jade cushion, he gritted his teeth and endured the pressure of the spiritual tide, letting it batter him.

"What remarkable willpower!"

Seeing Yang Tian's determination, even the Saint could not help praising him.

Han Qian nodded as well. Yang Tian was a child of good character.

The scouring continued for a while.

Only when the spiritual tide dispersed did Yang Tian finally collapse, utterly drained. Even his external spiritual power seemed to have been washed away.

"Next comes the reconstruction. You'll have to endure a little longer. Feel the light again. Everything the light gave you is still there!"

After this reminder, Ling Xiao took out an exquisite jade bottle and extracted a teardrop-sized droplet with some reluctance.

With a flick of his finger, the golden droplet shot like a sharp sword into the space between Yang Tian's brows.

Light gathered, and light element energy suddenly converged around Yang Tian.

His internal spiritual power returned, bit by bit.

Then his external spiritual power underwent an even greater baptism.

Reconstruction could not only improve talent, but also raise the upper limit of internal spiritual power.

However, performing this secret art came at a tremendous cost. It also required a person to be crippled utterly, and its success rate was low!

But what sort of constitution did Yang Tian possess? Combined with the spiritual power of the Spirit-Nurturing Pool, his chances of success were far greater.

Ling Xiao closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them.

Then Ling Xiao could no longer stand still. Grabbing Han Qian beside him, he raised his voice. "Holy shit, Han! One hundred points of innate internal spiritual power..."