I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 804 - 804 459 Are you free

Chapter 804: Chapter 459: Are you free? Chapter 804: Chapter 459: Are you free? A rather peculiar white stone fell into Chen Mobai’s palm.

The jade-white exterior sparkled with a rainbow-like radiance.

Chen Mobai was stunned. What was this?

He knew that despite all his hard work infusing the Five Elents Sword Qi into it, it only shimred with multicolored light.

How could the white stone that Shi Wanyu infused with Sword Qi emit such an array of light?

Could she be more talented than him, a peerless Sword Cultivation genius?

Impossible. Chen Mobai was very aware of how many resources he had used to get to this point, how many tis he had received Empowernt from the Great Dao Tree.

Even Zha Jianbai, a true Sword Dao genius, could not infuse five Sword Qis into a white stone at his age.

How could a re student from the Starlight Institute surpass him?

Amidst his shock, Chen Mobai had yet to grasp the gravity of the situation.

He sat down, activated his Void Spirit Eye, and began to carefully observe the white stone in his palm.

Gradually, he discerned a pattern.

The rainbow-like dazzle would flash intermittently, like a flickering rainbow light — brilliant when bright, but in its dim state, it was just a thread of very ordinary white light that resembled the color of the white stone itself. If Chen Mobai’s Void Spirit Eye wasn’t cultivated to a high level, he might not have noticed this detail.

That is to say, this was a white light Sword Qi that could flash an array of beautiful colors.

Having understood this, Chen Mobai breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought of Shi Wanyu, also chosen by Hao Cao, the headmaster of the Mountain and Sea Academy, as one of the unparalleled Sword Cultivation geniuses; it made sense that she could do this.

It could even be said that Shi Wanyu’s talent in Sword Dao was superior to Chen Mobai’s.

Chen Mobai, thinking this, returned the white stone to his sword bag. He didn’t notice that the white light Sword Qi was flashing fourteen different colors.

Eager to help ng Huang with her breakthrough, he repacked the sword bag into his storage bag and vanished on the spot.

Of course, before he left, he inford Bian Jingchun next door to avoid Zhongli Tianyu causing an uproar upon waking and finding him absent.

Having arrived at Building Number Nine, he calmly rented a room, and in the evening, he knocked on ng Huang’s door to listen to her singing.

A dream of his youth was once again fulfilled.

Accompanied by a feeling of satisfaction, and aided by the Mystic Sound thod, Chen Mobai felt his Divine Sense had improved once more.

The amount of Divine Sense, which had decreased due to being tempered by the Morning Bell, had recovered to its previous peak.

Even during this process, the green paulownia seedlings in the Sea of Knowledge at the Purple Mansion in Chen Mobai’s mind flowered and bore fruit, nearly covering the entire peripheral area.

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Ti flowed like water.

The graduation ceremony arrived in no ti.

It began with performances by the students. Compared to ng Huang’s professionalism, their movents were stiff, their expression managent was average, but they were full of energy, and each performance was heartfelt.

The host of the graduation ceremony was Zhuang Jialan, who with clever smiles and grace, led the program according to the rehearsal schedule.

Following the student performances, Che Yucheng, a representative of the Daoist Academy’s teachers, took the stage to speak.

Sitting in the backstage lounge, Chen Mobai watched the stage shown on the wall screen, looking at the auditorium that was rarely full, when suddenly, he felt a twinge of nerves.

“Why do I feel like there’s no difference between the second layer and the first layer of Foundation Establishnt?”

In this lounge, aside from Chen Mobai, there was ng Huang, the big star. She sat on a sofa, stretching out her snow-white, slender fingers, fiddling with a Jade Xiao Magical Instrunt.

She was the finale of the ceremony, with a solo Xiao performance that followed the opera, to depict the the of a Cultivator’s long and profound life.

“Your Mystic Sound thod is mainly auxiliary, so there isn’t much change in Spiritual Power and Divine Sense. You’ll feel the difference when you break through from the third to the fourth layer. By the way, is there a way not to be nervous on stage?”

After answering ng Huang’s question, Chen Mobai asked about her experience performing on stage.

“I forgot, I’ve been singing since I was very little. Since I can rember, I’ve been used to performing on stage and never felt nervous,” replied ng Huang, tilting her head. Her first mory of being on stage was already a bit blurry.

“I see. Then I’ll go over my speech again.”

Chen Mobai, as the representative of the graduates, had a speech to deliver. He had written this script with great care, even phoned his grandfather for advice, fine-tuning every word to ensure it t the most official standards, leaving no room for critique.

“If you’re really nervous, there’s still so ti. I can help you relax a little,” said ng Huang, suddenly offering with a playful smile, making Chen Mobai look up in surprise. He nodded subconsciously, his gaze, however, not leaving the speech in his hands.

Then his expression turned awkward; by the ti he wanted to stop her, it was too late.

It was only then that Chen Mobai realized that ng Huang’s outfit for today’s performance was the one he had ntioned before, the sa one he had first seen her wearing when she perford the Stepping Moon Tune in Red Sandstone City.

The dress, like layers of gossar fabric, could not conceal her elongated figure, the exquisitely painted makeup on her beautiful face enhanced her stunning appearance. A plum blossom hairpin adorned her smooth forehead, and the two slanted rouge marks on her cheeks contrasted with her snow-white skin. Paired with lavish earrings, she looked more elegant than when they had first t.