150 Chapter 1308: Accommodation (1/2)

For many millenniums, the Lingxu Sword had been sealed in a mechanical stone platform. Back when he took the Lingxu Sword, Zhang Xuan did not neglect to take the stone platform with him as well to serve as the sheath.

As the stone platform was the work of a celestial designer, it was not ranked in the same manner as artifacts usually were. Nevertheless, if one really had to assign a tier to it, it was definitely insufficient to be considered a Saint high-tier artifact. Thus, from such a perspective, Zhang Xuan could not be considered to be cheating.

Just that… the stone platform was exceptionally heavy, and even Grand Dominion realm experts would have trouble lifting it. Otherwise, there was no way it could have kept the Lingxu Sword sealed in place for so many years either.

The fact that Zhang Yunfeng was able to survive having it smacked over him was already a huge blessing in itself.

”That's his sword sheath?”

”There's really a sword inserted on top of it!”

”But why in the world does he have such a massive sword sheath?”

”Poor Zhang Yunfeng…”

…

There was a brief moment of silence beneath the dueling ring, and everyone gulped subconsciously as they stared at the sight before them with twitching eyes.

This is too shameless!

The other party was holding a perfectly normal-sized sheath, but you took out such a massive one… who in the world would be able to withstand that?

At the same time, there were many candidates who heaved a huge sigh of relief as well.

It was fortunate that they did not foolishly step forward to challenge Zhang Xuan, or else the one lying beneath that slab of stone could have been them!

In any case, while Zhang Xuan's actions were unconventional, there was no questioning that it was within the scope of the rules that Zhang Yunfeng had come up with. Furthermore, Zhang Xuan had even given a warning in advance. Ultimately, Zhang Yunfeng only had himself to blame for his tragic plight!

Paying no heed to the shocked crowd, Zhang Xuan casually flicked his hand and returned his 'sword sheath' back to his storage ring, revealing the poor man crushed beneath.

Zhang Yunfeng's tongue was stuck out, his eyes had rolled backward, and his body was twisted like a dough stick. The deep fear that he felt prior to being knocked out was still firmly etched on his face.

His current state was truly wretched.

Just as Zhang Xuan was about to infuse a surge of Heaven's Path zhenqi into Zhang Yunfeng's body to heal his injuries, a powerful gust of wind suddenly blew, and a young man leaped onto the dueling ring.

”Hold it right there!” the young man yelled with a livid expression on his face.

After which, the young man walked over to Zhang Yunfeng and placed his fingers on the latter's acupoints. Upon realizing that the latter had only lost consciousness and that his wounds were not too severe, the young man heaved a sigh of relief. He fed a pill into Zhang Yunfeng's mouth before waving his hand, and Zhang Yunfeng's body slowly floated into the sky before drifting into the crowd below.

”Thank you for going easy on Yunfeng. I am Zhang Zhuo, Yunfeng's cousin. Allow me to apologize for Yunfeng's previous rashness.” Zhang Zhuo clasped his fist as he spoke.

The impassive look on his face made it hard to discern whether it was an earnest apology or a threatening remark.

Nevertheless, Zhang Xuan still responded politely with a nod.

He remembered seeing Zhang Zhuo's name on the list of candidates who made it into the Elite Division—he had finished in 31st place.

”It's impressive that you possess such strength at your age despite coming from the Qingyuan Empire. If there's an opportunity in the future, I would be delighted to trade blows with you. However, I think that most of our fellow peers here must be exhausted from the entrance examination and are eager to rest, so let's not keep them any longer. Farewell.” After saying those words, Zhang Zhuo turned around and leaped down from the dueling ring.

His movements were exceptionally nimble, perhaps a sign that he possessed exceptional capability in movement techniques.

Since Zhang Zhuo had departed as well, Zhang Xuan knew that there was no point in him remaining on the dueling ring any longer. Thus, he turned around and returned to his seat.

With the current fight concluded, Elder Liu turned to the crowd and asked if there were any other challengers.

A couple of candidates stood forward, unwilling to part with this hard-to-come-by opportunity to rise through the ranks.

Even though Zhang Xuan had used questionable methods to knock out Zhang Yunfeng previously, his ability to break through Zhang Yunfeng's Dominion still bore testimony to his true strength. As such, there were no Ordinary Division students who were so foolish as to challenge him anymore.

By the second hour, there were no more challengers. So, Elder Liu stepped forward with a smile and said, ”Alright. Your accommodations have been prepared, and you can check them on your identity token. Lessons will officially start tomorrow, and you will be expected to report to your classes. So, take the chance to rest well today!”

The crowd swiftly nodded in response.

Zhang Xuan took out his identity token, and when he scanned it with his Spiritual Perception, a road leading to his accommodation appeared.

”Let's go!” Beckoning Zhang Jiuxiao along, Zhang Xuan began making his way over to the Sanctum of Sages.

Across the square, there were a set of towering doors with the words 'Sanctum of Sages' written on a plaque above. By the right side was the word 'Confucianism 1 '.

Zhang Xuan could not tell what level of painting it was, but the conception behind those words was extremely deep, to the point that it felt as if he was seeing an entire world through those words.

”These words were left behind by the first sanctum head of the Sanctum of Sages, Sage Kui. Studying these characters will be highly beneficial to furthering one's comprehension of painting,” Zhang Jiuxiao told Zhang Xuan with a hint of excitement in his voice.

As a 7-star pinnacle painter himself, he knew how valuable these words were.

Without a doubt, high level paintings were definitely hard to come by. After all, there were only so many high-ranked painters on the Master Teacher Continent.

Even though those words had been there for several dozen millenniums, there was not the slightest hint of damage on them. They still looked as wholesome and fresh as if they had just been written a moment ago.

These words are able to absorb spiritual energy in order to heal any wear and tear on the ink, Zhang Xuan noted.

He could not have expected that the fellow who had been busy whittling a metal bar into a needle in the folded space would actually have such a deep comprehension of painting, capable of writing words with such deep conception.

Had he known it in advance, he would not have spent his time sleeping. If he had spent that time learning painting from the other party, he might have been able to make significant advancements in that occupation.