Wedge: God's gentleness

Five thousand years ago, in the battle of the gods, seven newly promoted "gods" fought in the ancient continent of Huan. Finally, the phantom god used the "Zhuxian Sword" to kill the evil god in the god burial forest, and retreated the dragon clan to the east of Songhai.

After 5,000 years, there will be no gods in the Huan Ancient Continent!

Perhaps, 5,000 years have long been forgotten by the world, but the forest of divine burial has recorded everything.

"It's over?" the soul body asked, relieved.

"Well, it's over, we'...... Won. The majestic god did not have the slightest expression of relief, but a feeling of loneliness on his face.

She ......" The soul body looked at the god's current appearance, and suddenly became serious.

"She helped me, I couldn't have won without her!" God looked at the sword in his hand lonely, raised his head again and said to the soul body, "And you, thank you." “

"Needless to say, she asked me to help you!"

"I'm sorry ......"

"You don't have to apologize, I know it's her wish, not your fault!" The soul body also looked at the sword in God's hand sadly, as if thinking of the old man.

"I mean, even you're in ashes. God said to the soul body rather apologetically.

"It's nothing, I'll be able to see her right away anyway!" The soul body didn't care about this, trying to stretch out its arms, as if trying to merge with the air, and its tone was full of relief pleasure: "This time, I was faster than you, and finally, let me win once." ”

"I can keep you alive. ”

"What is this, is it a gift from God?" the soul body smiled as if it was not himself who was about to lose his soul, and the already illusory figure seemed even more unreal, "What's the point of leaving a wisp of soul, then I can't go to her." ”

"It's better than being scattered!" God was suddenly a little annoyed, he didn't want to watch the people around him leave him one by one.

"At that time, why couldn't you keep her soul?" said the soul body, with a hint of grief and regret in his tone.

“...... I'm sorry. God's tone was full of sorrow, and there was no trace of God's majesty.

Qingling Academy, the premier monk academy in Qingzhou City, even in the southwest region of the entire Liuli Empire, has a certain reputation. The students who are able to enter the cultivation here are already the best among the teenagers here.

At this moment, the Inner Courtyard Freshman Potential Test is being held, and the students who are now standing here to take the test have all passed the test, and they are basically prospective Inner Courtyard students.

What is to be tested now is only a test of the student's personal soul potential, and as a monk, the potential value of a person's soul directly affects the size of his future achievements. However, who can stand here to participate in the Inner Courtyard Test now, which one will be an idle person? The Inner Court only wants to know the specific situation of the students, so that they can teach them according to their aptitude in the future training.

On the thirty-zhang wide school ground, there were already a lot of people crowded at this moment, some of them were students who participated in the test, some were teachers of the academy, and even more monks from Qingzhou and even other places who admired these young geniuses.

"Zhao Wuji. The teacher in the center of the school called out a name, and then a young man with a long back came out of the queue of students, walked to the stone pillar next to the teacher, and began to measure under the guidance of the teacher.

Zhao Wuji cut his fingers and touched the protrusion in the center of the stone pillar, and the crystal directly above the stone pillar slowly lit up, and the brilliant cyan light enveloped Zhao Wuji's body.

"Well, it's very good, the soul potential is level three, as long as he practices diligently, he is expected to reach the Shura level one day. The teacher couldn't help but admire, the third-level soul potential is indeed rare in this Qingzhou, you must know that even the principal of this Qingling Academy is only the eighth stage of spiritual cultivation, and if you can step into the Shura level, you can have a place even in the entire Liuli Empire.

However, Zhao Wuji's third-level soul potential was already the highest among the students tested, and everyone on the school field was talking about it for a while. The test continued, but most of the students were blue level 2, with occasional blue glimmers, but still not really level 3.

"Bufan. The teacher in charge of the school cleared his throat and shouted, everyone could feel that the teacher's voice was obviously raised when he pronounced the name, but no one was surprised, because everyone here was the same, and they were full of expectation and curiosity about this step.

If even Zhao Wuji had already reached the third-level soul potential, then what kind of height could Bu Fan reach?

For Bu Fan, there is no one in the entire Qingzhou City who does not know. Strictly speaking, Bu Fan is not from Qingzhou, he followed his uncle to Qingzhou when he was seven years old. Then, the uncle became a teacher at the Qingling Academy, and with his spiritual cultivation strength, he soon became the vice president of the inner courtyard, while Bu Fan became a disciple of the outer courtyard of the academy. Of course, other people don't care about this, they only know that they have a genius in Qingzhou.

If the expectations for Zhao Wuji just now were a little too high, then if it was Bu Fan, maybe he could really reach Shura, or even cultivate the saint, or even cultivate the void. After all, even if you look at the entire Liuli Empire, a person who has opened his mind at the age of six and reached the ninth rank of a cultivator at the age of ten can be counted on one hand. As for Bufan's potential, everyone here will not question it at all.

Unlike the burly Zhao Wuji who grew just now, Bu Fan looked much thinner, his fair face had not yet retreated from immaturity, but there seemed to be a lion hidden in his eyes. Standing in front of the stone pillar and taking a deep breath, he himself wanted to see how much potential he had, some things, only he knew, were not as everyone saw.

Bu Fan touched his finger to the stone pillar, and in an instant, a gray light shrouded Bu Fan's body, and all the people who were looking forward to it were silent for a while, and then almost everyone was in an uproar. Several more teachers came from a distance, checked the stone pillar together, and after making sure that everything was fine, everything went on again. It's just that he skipped Bu Fan alone, didn't let him test again, and didn't announce his results.

In the next test, everyone suddenly felt bored, and those students whose soul potential was generally at the second level were certainly not interesting. What's more, now everyone's mind is on Bufan. Fortunately, there weren't many students left, and there weren't any further mistakes.

When all the students finished the test, the teacher checked again and made sure that there was no problem. Bu Fan's face was pale at the moment, but his immature cheeks showed an incredible fortitude. Everyone present also sweated, as for what these people thought, others don't know.

Bu Fan took a deep breath again, and directly bit his finger and pressed it on the stone pillar. However, the miracle did not happen, or rather, the appearance of this was a miracle in itself - a cloudy gray light descended on Bu Fan again. For a moment, everyone fell into a long silence again.

"Ahem. The teacher on the school field broke the silence first and continued: "Bu Fan...... Soul potential is zero, probable...... I can't open my mind anymore!" It's just that this time he didn't have that kind of tone and frustration when he spoke, and he even broke the tone at the end of his speech.

"What? How is this possible? Something is wrong with the psychic stone, right?"

"How can there be a problem with the psychic stone, it must be Bufan's problem!"

"But it seems that our 'genius' is indeed not very good!"

"What 'our' have you forgotten? He's from out of town. ”

Everyone began to discuss without scruples, each with their own opinions, but there was one point, Bu Fan was no longer their genius. Everything is changing rapidly, just now everyone was still guessing how much potential Bu Fan would have, but now the result caught everyone off guard, and these people are even more walled and pushed by everyone in an instant genius became waste.

In fact, up to now, the people present have not fully accepted the outcome of the Bufan test, and they may still imagine whether there is something wrong with Bufan, which caused their test results to go wrong. However, Bu Fan seems to have accepted this cruel reality.

As early as three years ago, the ten-year-old Bu Fan had already reached the ninth stage of cultivation, but in the past three years, Bu Fan's cultivation has not grown by half a point. Uncle made all kinds of attempts for him, but Bu Fan's cultivation was still unmoving, and there was no sign of enlightenment, and he was unable to enter the cultivation level for a long time.

The sooner or later a monk enters the level of a monk is closely related to his potential talent. According to Bu Fan's initial cultivation speed, he should have opened his mind a long time ago, and everything that happened now had to make Bu Fan desperate.

Bu Fan's mind was blank at the moment, and he couldn't remember how he left the school grounds, leaving the people who were talking about him. He didn't care what these people said, but he had to accept that he was a waste with zero soul potential.