Looking at Jian Chen who was bowing his head and silently, Chang Yang Mingyue blinked her big eyes, then walked to Jian Chen and said, "Fourth brother, don't be too sad. If someone bullies you in the future, tell your sister, and you will beat him hard for you." Chang Yang Mingyue thought Jian Chen felt sad because he could not cultivate the holy power.

After hearing this, Jian Chen couldn't help but smile on his face. He raised his head and looked at Changyang Mingyue, and said, "Don't worry, second sister, I'm not that easy to bully."

Only Jian Chen himself understood that he was not unable to cultivate the holy power here, but he integrated all the holy power he absorbed into his body to refine himself, making his body still empty and there was no slight holy power in his dantian. Otherwise, today's test results would definitely not be like this.

Unfortunately, Jian Chen really couldn't say these situations. Once he said it, he could not explain these things at all. He would never say anything about the Ziqing Sword Book, otherwise, the origin of this technique would probably become a huge problem.

Although Jian Chen knew that this incident would definitely reduce his status in Changyang Mansion, he didn't care about this, and he still had a little hope that such a situation would happen. Once things really developed like this, it would undoubtedly be easier for him to leave Changyang Mansion in the future. If he was really put on the title of genius, I'm afraid that it would not be so easy for him to leave Changyang Mansion in the future. At least, they would never let themselves go before their strength was recognized by them.

"Xiang'er...Xiang'er..." A soft call came from the bed. At this time, Jian Chen's mother finally woke up.

As soon as he heard the sound, Jian Chen was excited and immediately turned around and came to Bi Yuntian: "Mom, I'm here, are you okay?"

Bi Yuntian looked at Jian Chen with complicated eyes, sighed, and said, "Mom is fine, Xiang'er...ah..." Bi Yuntian looked like he wanted to speak but stopped. His eyes looked at Jian Chen with complex eyes, including sadness, sadness, and a little pain.

"Fourth sister, don't bother too much. Xiangtian has been extremely smart since he was a child. Although it is a great regret that he cannot practice the power of the saint, in my opinion, Xiangtian is not that simple. His future achievements are still limitless. After all, he has a smart mind that other children do not have." Bai Yushuang, who was standing beside him, came to the bedside and said comfortingly.

Bi Yuntian nodded slightly and said, "I understand this truth too." He looked at Jian Chen with your eyes, and gently stroked Jian Chen's head with a white and tender palm, and said softly: "Xiang'er, you don't have to be sad anymore. Your second aunt is right. Although you cannot cultivate the holy power, you have a smart mind. In other places, you may have very outstanding achievements."

After hearing this, Jian Chen showed a look of hesitation on his face. Seeing his mother like this, Jian Chen felt very uncomfortable. At this moment, he really wanted to tell his mother the truth about the matter, saying that he was not a useless person who could not cultivate the power of the saint. However, in the end, Jian Chen held back and said, "Mom, don't worry, the child will not disappoint you." Jian Chen cherished this hard-won maternal love very much.

On this day, Jian Chen stayed with his mother in the room all day and did not leave until night. During this period, Chang Yang Ba also visited Bi Yuntian once, but he left soon. Regarding Jian Chen, Chang Yang Ba's performance today was completely different from the past. His attitude towards Jian Chen had gradually become colder, and Jian Chen saw all this.

In a blink of an eye, four years have passed since the Jian Chen's holy power test. During this period, when Jian Chen was fine, he locked himself in the room to practice. The practice time was longer than before, and sometimes he couldn't even see Jian Chen going out all day.

During these four years, Jian Chen's status in Changyang Mansion has indeed declined a lot. Even Chang Yangba became cold to him. He had never taken the initiative to visit him once in the past four years. However, his mother Bi Yuntian visited Jian Chen almost every day, and her love for Jian Chen did not change at all.

The next morning, Jian Chen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes and finished his practice for the whole night. Then he saw him slightly stretching out his hands, and a cloud of white light gradually appeared on his palms. Then Jian Chen turned over beautifully from the bed, landing steadily on the ground, and inserted his hands towards the ground at the same time.

With a slight sound, Jian Chen's small hands were as hard as two small steel plates, easily covering the very hard floor on the ground, only the part above the palm of his hand was exposed outside.

Looking at his masterpiece, Jian Chen's face showed a joyful smile. Half a year after the end of Jian Chen's holy power test, he had completed the basic part of the first level of the Ziqing Sword Classic of Purple Green Sword Book and officially began to practice the saint power. Since he did not need to use the absorbed saint power to refine himself, Jian Chen's cultivation speed was very fast. It took only a few years to achieve great results. Now, with the saint power in his body, Jian Chen can insert it into a stone slab with his hands, and it is very easy.

In the early morning, Jian Chen walked out of the door and wandered around alone in Changyang Mansion. However, the patrol guards in the mansion looked at Jian Chen with strange eyes, including ridicule, disdain, and regret. Jian Chen was a waste of cultivation, and it was no longer a secret in Changyang Mansion.

Even some patrol guards in Changyang Mansion looked at Jian Chen with a change in their eyes.

Jian Chen turned a blind eye to these things. At this time, his stomach couldn't help but be hungry and began to whine. Jian Chen reached out to wipe his stomach, sighed secretly, and then walked towards the kitchen.

He hasn't been to the dining hall with his mother for a long time. During this period, Jianchen went to the kitchen to eat breakfast every morning. Only at noon and in the evening would he follow his mother Biyuntian to the dining hall to eat with his aunts.

When Jian Chen came to the kitchen, hundreds of guys were busy inside, and the kitchen was smoky. Due to the stove, staying inside was like being in a steaming steamer.

"Oh! Isn't this the Fourth Young Master? Why did the Fourth Young Master come to our kitchen again? Alas, this kitchen is where we servants stay. How could you come to such a place with your delicate body?" As soon as you saw Jian Chen, a guy in his twenties began to tease him. His strange tone made everyone hear the ridicule in his speech.

As soon as the man finished speaking, a guy immediately said, "If I guessed correctly, the Fourth Master must have come to the kitchen to get steamed buns again. But it's strange, why didn't the Fourth Master go to the dining hall to have a meal with the head of the family, but instead he was wronged and actually went to the kitchen to get steamed buns in person. These steamed buns are all foods for us servants and the guards in the mansion." The person speaking was a young man about thirty years old, looking at Jian Chen with a mocking face.

After hearing what the two of them said, the other guys in the kitchen looked at them with a good look. There were big figures behind them. The guy in his twenties was Jian Chen's eldest aunt, and Changyang Ba's first wife Linglong, I heard that he had some relatives with Linglong, but because he had no ability, he had to work in the kitchen.

As for the young man in his thirties who was speaking behind, his brother was the captain of the guard team of Changyang Mansion.

Listening to the ridiculous words of the two, Jian Chen frowned slightly, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, but he finally held it back and came straight to a huge steamer. Just as he was about to reach out to lift the lid of the steamer, he didn't want his big hands to take the lead and moved away with the huge steamer.

"I have to quickly take the steamed buns in this steamer to the guards. The brothers who serve as guards in Changyang Mansion have not had breakfast yet." As he said that, the guy walked outside with the steamer in his arms, and finally muttered to himself: "What a pity, the fourth lady actually gave birth to such a useless waste son."

After hearing this, Jian Chen's body froze slightly. At this moment, the anger in his heart finally burst out. Without saying a word, he shook slightly, stepped on the ground with his feet, and arrived behind the guy holding the steamer at an extremely fast speed, and punched the guy directly behind the guy's back.

"bump!"

Unprepared, the guy holding the steamer was directly hit by Jian Chen's punch and fell to the ground. The steamer he held in his hand also fell to the ground. Suddenly, round steamer fell out of it and rolled around on the ground.

The sudden change made everyone in the kitchen stunned. Looking at Jian Chen who suddenly changed his seat, everyone in the kitchen felt unbelievable. They didn't see clearly how Jian Chen ran over. What made them even more incredible was that the fourth young master, who was only seven years old, actually punched an adult in his thirties to the ground. Although the latter was holding a big steamer in his hand, this scene was still incredible in the eyes of a group of guys.

"Hahaha, Brother Qiu Er, you surprised me so much. After all, you are a master who has reached the third level of holy power. He was actually hit by a child with a punch. You wouldn't have spent too much effort on a woman's belly last night, you are so weak." Looking at the guy who fell to the ground, the young man in his twenties who had previously mocked Jian Chen couldn't help laughing.

After hearing this, the guy called Qiu Er climbed up from the ground in a mess, staring at Jian Chen with anger in his eyes, and was punched by a seven-year-old child and fell to the ground. Especially the child was still a useless man who could not cultivate the holy power. This was a great humiliation for him. After all, although he was not a saint who had condensed holy soldiers, he was still a person who reached the third level of holy power.

The angry flames were dazzled. Now Qiu Er seemed to have forgotten the identity of Jian Chen, the fourth young master of Changyang Mansion. He roared and quickly came to Jian Chen, and directly hit Jian Chen's chest with a fist.

Looking at Qiu Er's fist, Jian Chen showed a look of disdain on his face. This punch seemed to him to be full of flaws. Then, Jian Chen's body slanted slightly and moved a small step to the side. He just avoided Qiu Er's fist, then he jumped, and his right leg quickly crossed a graceful track in the air, kicking Qiu Er's nose hard.

"ah!"
Chapter completed!