"What did you say?!"
The Crazy Old Man suddenly stood up, his face filled with disbelief.
Today's shocks keep coming one after another; I've lost count of how many waves this is.
"The lockdown is lifted? How was it lifted?"
"How would I have known? Besides, if it weren't for the unsealed Spirit Weapon, I wouldn't have been able to escape from being surrounded by so many people."
Upon hearing this, the Crazy Old Man was even more shocked.
"You mean you've used the unsealed Spirit Weapon?"
"Yes."
"How is this possible?!"
The Crazy Old Man raised his voice to its absolute peak this time, making Jiang Fan's eardrums buzz.
After pausing for a moment, Jiang Fan tried to articulate his analysis.
"By the way, within the secret realm, that Holy Son of the Church of Justice said that he was the one who unsealed the Spirit Weapon, but it was delayed due to some special reasons."
"That's impossible! Even if the Spirit Weapon is unsealed, it's not like just anyone can use Spirit Weapon! Besides, based on your description, I'm absolutely certain, without a doubt, that Holy Son of the Church of Justice couldn't possibly be him! If he were, I would stop at nothing to finish him off myself, unless he commits suicide!"
That person cannot tolerate anyone disrespecting him, not even his reincarnation!
"So what exactly happened?" Jiang Fan took out his Spirit Weapon and ran his fingers along the blade.
As he touched it, complex runes faintly appeared on the originally smooth sword blade.
"Tell me in detail how you used the Spirit Weapon back then. Be sure to go into great detail and don't leave anything out."
"Good."
Jiang Fan carefully recalled the events as he recounted them in detail.
"... That's how it was. When I was injured, it seemed like my blood flowed onto the sword, and suddenly countless runes appeared on the sword, with purple lightning crackling around its blade."
After pondering for a long time, the Crazy Old Man began to mutter to himself.
"Could it be that when he gifted it to Zhou Lingxing, the blood-refining ritual had already been lifted, making it an unowned item, and then it just so happened to be stained with your blood? So it wasn't that the Spirit Weapon was unsealed, but rather that you reforged this sword."
"That's not right either." Jiang Fan frowned. "If that's the case, then the Holy Son of the Church of Justice also dripped his blood onto the sword before, so why didn't he succeed in refining it?"
The Crazy Old Man had a slight headache. "Maybe it's because he looks effeminate? The Spirit Weapon finds him repulsive!"
Jiang Fan:???
I'm serious, what nonsense are you talking about?
"Don't think I'm talking nonsense. That person was extremely fastidious. Perhaps when he broke the seal, he added a special Law that prevented those who didn't like his appearance from being refined."
"You can do it like that?"
Jiang Fan touched his face. He knew that being handsome could be useful sometimes, but he hadn't expected it to be this useful.
Just as Jiang Fan was thinking this, the bathroom door was pushed open from the inside.
Jiang Fan quickly put the Spirit Weapon back into his spatial ring, glancing at the fat man out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that the fat man didn't react in any particular way, he knew that the fat man definitely hadn't seen it.
"It's getting late, I should rest too. I'll tell you the details later when I have more time."
They were all smart people, Crazy Old Man immediately realized that Jiang Fan couldn't say much right now.
"Good."
That night, the Crazy Old Man had a dream.
I dreamt about something that happened when he was a child.
He was less than ten years old at the time. Before he met his master, he had been living a life of constant wandering, which led to malnutrition and made him shorter than his peers.
So, at ten years old, he looked like a kindergarten child.
He's always been called "little guy," " Little One," or "little fellow."
He wanted to prove that although he was small in stature, he was very capable. So, after learning about a child kidnapping case, he decided to pose as a lost child and see if he could lure out the kidnappers.
Fortunately, he actually lured the robbers out.
Unfortunately, although he had been training with his master for a while, one of the robbers was a First-Rank Martial Artist.
He's nothing compared to First-Rank Martial Artist.
So he was arrested and locked up with the other children who had been arrested.
If you lack physical strength, make up for it with intelligence.
He devised a plan to knock out the guards at the door and let the children go.
As a result, he was caught and brought back during his escape.
After being captured again, he was hung up and severely beaten, with the intention of beating him to death.
Even if he were beaten to death, he would never submit to the tyranny of these thugs.
The more they whipped him, the more offensive his insults became.
The thugs became enraged and whipped the victim even more viciously.
Just when he thought he would never see the sun rise again.
With a "bang--" sound.
The door was kicked open.
A figure with an air of otherworldly grace suddenly appeared at the entrance.
A gentle breeze brushes against her sleeves, and her black hair flutters in the wind.
Just then, the rising sun shone behind the newcomer, making him appear like a Bodhisattva descending from the Western Paradise.
He was stunned, just staring blankly at it.
It wasn't until that gentle, warm voice rang out that he finally came to his senses.
"Little one, I've come to take you home."
For some reason, he felt a little like crying, and a little angry at the same time.
With a flick of his sleeve, the man tore these thugs to pieces.
Although the scene resembled a hellish landscape, the man was like the bright moon in the sky, otherworldly and untouched by worldly concerns.
The beautiful scene left him speechless once again.
The man smiled slightly at him, his beauty and elegance unparalleled.
"Can you still walk?"
Of course!
He turned his head to the side, not daring to look the other person in the eye.
But after trying several times, he finally stumbled and fell to the ground.
Hehehe...
The man chuckled softly; his voice was extremely pleasant.
Let me help you.
After saying that, the person ignored his objections and carried him on their shoulder.
"Let me go! Let me go! I can walk by myself!"
He felt an unprecedented sense of shame and struggled with all his might.
"Little one, if you keep fidgeting, I'm going to spank your bottom."
One sentence was enough to shut him up immediately.
It lay obediently on the man's shoulder, its head drooping, looking resigned to its fate.
Three days later.
Jiang Fan and the fat boy arrived at the classroom together.
Although he had already completed a whole semester of cultural theory courses—well, actually, he had completed four years of courses—he still occasionally respected his teachers and attended class.
The teacher who taught academic subjects walked into the classroom and looked slightly surprised when she saw Jiang Fan.
But it only lasted for two seconds before he looked at the crowd.
"We have a new transfer student in our class today, let's give them a round of applause!"
Transfer student?
The students looked at each other in bewilderment. A month of classes had already ended, so how did a transfer student suddenly appear out of nowhere?
Although they were only freshmen, they knew to some extent the rules of the five elite martial arts schools, and the existence of transfer students was extremely rare.
Occasionally, there are one or two who either have an extraordinary background or extraordinary talent.
Thinking about this, everyone became even more curious: just who was this upcoming transfer student?