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Chapter 1890 - Three Hundred Twenty-One: The Test
Chapter 1890: Chapter Three Hundred Twenty-One: The Test
The Sword Venerables and Sword Sects of Ying City watched the reflection in the mirror with expressionless faces, but beneath their calm exteriors, the commanders were already burning with overwhelming fury.
The Dutian Heavenly King had overstepped his bounds, and the Fire Department had made no effort to inform anyone before directly stirring up trouble in the Yuanzhou seas; such an action could be seen as a direct provocation to the Xu Clan.
And the reason they hadn’t taken action was because the most agitated commander had already gone to handle it, and they should focus more on observing that young man named Yang Fan.
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Unparalleled Academy, Principal’s Office
After a light, unhurried knock on the door, a middle-aged scholar walked in with files in his arms.
With classes about to start in September, the academies within the inner city had already sent their enrollment lists to the city hall. Mi Bai felt it necessary for the principal to review these files personally and thus brought them to the office.
Upon entering, he saw on the principal’s desk a misty mirror showing raging winds, furious waves, black clouds, lightning, and faint outlines of people among the clouds.
Having no interest in martial duels, Mi Bai went straight to the desk and laid out the files in front of Tang Luo, saying: "These are the enrollment lists compiled by each academy. Please have a look, Principal."
As the first large enrollment in Unparalleled City, many issues arose due to lack of experience. However, with the concerted efforts of city hall and each academy’s educators, these difficulties were overcome, and a lot of experience was gained by the inner city.
Thus, these reports contained not only lists but also commendations for the achievements of various academies.
Tang Luo had noticed the hard work involved in the enrollment process and was aware of the many shortcomings of the current city hall. However, it seemed too demanding to criticize from the standpoint of his reincarnated experience, holding those without experience to those standards.
Therefore, encouragement was key, and Tang Luo shifted his focus from the mirror to the files, examining each academy’s lists: "Please take a seat, Mr. Mi. I will carefully review everyone’s achievements."
Tang Luo invited Mi Bai to sit down and carefully annotated each file, mostly with praiseworthy comments.
Sitting nearby, Mi Bai, seeing the principal’s dedication, began to take in the important martial hall’s surroundings in Unparalleled City.
Just like when he first arrived in Unparalleled City, who would have thought that the Human King, who controlled a thousand leagues of territory, would have such a simple dojo. The furnishings were so modest they did not even compare to city hall.
Bookshelves, a desk, and a few well-crafted chairs—this was all there was in the Principal’s Office. Yet, this simplicity put Mi Bai completely at ease.
"Those with deep desires have shallow fates, while those with shallow desires have deep fates." Perhaps only a martial path with simple desires like Tang Luo’s could create such an extraordinary achievement at such a young age.
Reflecting on the youth of the person revising the files, Mi Bai turned his gaze elsewhere, and in the simple Principal’s Office, the only thing left to look at was the mirror filled with swirling purple mist.
The image in the mirror had changed from an oversight view of the tides and sky to a close-up of the passengers aboard a ship swaying amidst gigantic waves.
Although there was no sound, Mi Bai could see the fearful faces both onboard and in the water, and Yang Fan, a figure running to and fro brandishing the Divine Sword to slice through the waves.
Yang Fan!?
How did he get there!
Mi Bai’s eyes suddenly widened, and he abruptly stood up from his chair, just about to ask Tang Luo, when he heard the principal’s voice.
"To achieve true skills, one must endure trials."
Without raising his head from the files, Tang Luo slowly spoke: "The Xu Clan will not impart the ’Heavenly Supreme Sword Canon’ to anyone without the proper mindset. Even the Xu Clan’s descendants must pass trials to practice it."
"Mi Bai sees no test, only peril."
Looking at the young man, wielding his sword with crescent sword energy to fight off the waves, Mi Bai bitterly smiled.
"In martial struggles, there is always danger."
Tang Luo said flatly, "This is already the least dangerous."
As he spoke, a thousand-foot-high wave crashed onto the passenger ship, nearly submerging it, making Mi Bai’s eyelid twitch.
Having taken in orphans from Xiling from the start, Mi Bai saw them almost as his own nieces and nephews. Seeing such a scene, it was impossible not to feel anxious.
But he understood that he had no say in martial practice, and instead of meddling in a field he was not good at, he should compose himself.
In the now-quiet Principal’s Office, only the sound of Tang Luo annotating files remained. Once the final list was confirmed and the praiseworthy words were penned, the principal looked up.
At this moment, the mirror showed the ship named "Ping’an," riddled with large holes, taking on water, and much deeper in the water than at embarkation. Although the sailors and ship workers were desperately bailing water and making repairs, and the passengers were pleading for help, the outcome remained unchanged.
If nothing unexpected happened, in a few dozen breaths, this ship would probably sink. Tang Luo felt a bit disappointed with this situation.
"In the end, he still lacks enough experience."
Watching Yang Fan clumsily wield the Divine Sword against the waves, Tang Luo thought to himself, and then his thoughts traveled thousands of leagues in an instant.
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On the Endless Sea, aboard the Ping’an
The mysterious captain was nowhere to be found, leaving only Yang Fan to withstand the onslaught of the waves.
At this moment, the young swordsman had nearly become the savior in the hearts of the people. Seeing him easily release massive sword energy with each stroke, both passengers and sailors believed their rescuer had arrived.
But relying solely on human strength to defy heaven and earth was never wise.
Cutting waves was a technique Yang Fan learned from the captain, but as the seas became more tempestuous and the ship suffered increasing damage, the weaknesses of this method became glaring.
Yet now, Yang Fan could think of no better way, instinctively swinging his sword at the waves, hoping he could overcome the disaster.
However, for some reason, the more he swung his sword, the more mentally exhausted he became. His consciousness was beginning to blur.
But he knew that if he fell, he and everyone on this ship would sink to the bottom, so he desperately swung his sword.
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"Can anyone tell me why this wretched ship hasn’t sunk yet!"
Wu Lan, furious beyond measure, yelled at the Fire Department’s formation master, having long lost his previous composure.
This should have been a lightning-fast attack, with as few traces left as possible, but now a whole incense stick of time had passed.
That dilapidated ship was still rocking and not sinking, which infuriated Wu Lan, who kicked the smirking formation master away and jumped down to see what was resisting the massive waves!
Emerging from the thunder-laden clouds, he saw on the lookout post of the second deck of the Ping’an, a young man so exhausted he couldn’t open his eyes, wielding a sword with both hands. With each swing, he released exaggeratedly large sword energy that cleaved through the waves.
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