Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint-Chapter 72: Saint Beyond Gold

Then—

A deep red glow rose from the final crystal.

"And this student... is a Sword God."

The hall erupted.

Whispers. Shock. Awe.

Then the female instructor turned.

"And now... mister. It is your turn."

Rowan stepped forward.

"Place your hand on the crystal."

Rowan said nothing.

He placed his palm on the cold surface.

For a moment—

Nothing happened.

Silence filled the hall.

Then—

A low hum vibrated through the chamber.

The crystal trembled.

Suddenly—

A blinding blue light exploded outward.

The entire hall was swallowed in radiant azure.

Students screamed.

Teachers shielded their eyes.

The walls, the floor, the ceiling—everything was drowned in glowing blue.

Four seconds felt like an eternity.

When the light finally faded, darkness returned.

Slowly... everyone opened their eyes.

"...What just happened?"

"...Did you see that?"

"...Blue? A blue blessing?"

"I’ve never seen that color before."

"What class is that supposed to be?"

The staff exchanged uneasy glances.

The female instructor stepped forward, her voice uncertain.

"This... is unprecedented. There is no known sword blessing recorded as blue."

The hall erupted into chaos.

"Is it a malfunction?"

"Did the crystal break?"

"But the glow was real..."

She hesitated.

"Even if it surpassed gold in intensity... it still falls under the category of Sword Saint."

A hush fell.

"Sword Saint...?"

"That’s still high-tier..."

"But then why was the color blue?"

Daryl scoffed loudly.

"So that’s it? Just a strange-colored Sword Saint?"

Rowan said nothing.

He turned and walked away.

His face calm.

His thoughts heavy.

So this is it.

Just like Father said.

Even if I had talent, they would still doubt me.

I always thought... maybe I’d become a Sword God.

But I knew.

I always knew.

He returned to the line.

Then—

A voice rang out behind him.

"Hey. Blue Saint."

Rowan stopped.

Daryl smirked.

"Listen carefully. I am a Sword God. I’ve been a genius since childhood. You and I aren’t even in the same world."

"Hey, you. Move out of my way," Rowan said coldly. "I’m not in the mood. And I don’t care if you’re a Sword God or not. Cross the line, and I won’t spare you."

Daryl stopped.

His eyes darkened.

The next second, he grabbed Rowan by the collar.

"What did you just say?"

Rowan’s fist moved.

Fast.

But before it could land, two staff members instantly stepped in, grabbing both of them.

"Enough!"

"No fighting on the first day!"

They forced the two apart.

Rowan exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down.

He straightened his clothes, then looked directly at Daryl.

"Next time you try something like that," Rowan said coldly, "don’t touch me with your filthy hands. You’ll regret it."

Then he turned and walked away.

Daryl stood there, shaking with anger.

"Tch... looking down on me?"

No one has ever looked down on me.

I am a Sword God.

I am chosen.

His lips curled into a cruel smile.

"So that’s how he wants it..."

"I heard after the assessments, they’ll take us to practice."

"I’ll show him then."

"I’ll crush him in front of everyone."

Daryl clenched his fist.

"I’ll beat the hell out of him."

The staff woman stepped forward, her voice carrying clearly across the hall.

"Well then. Let’s begin."

She glanced down at the glowing crystal records floating beside her.

"This year’s intake consists of thirty students."

"Out of the thirty, we have fifteen Swordmen, seven Sword Saints, five Sword Lords, and three Sword Gods."

A ripple of shock ran through the room.

Three Sword Gods in a single year?

That was unheard of.

"And this is not all," she continued. "Before today’s batch, another group of thirty students has already been admitted. You will be joining them in your respective classes."

Murmurs spread instantly.

"So many elites..."

"This academy really gathers monsters..."

"No wonder it’s called the Royal Academy..."

The woman raised her hand, silencing the crowd.

"But before you are officially assigned—"

"We will test your true combat ability."

Her eyes sharpened.

"Not through crystals. Not through blessings."

"But through real battle." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The air shifted.

"Your rank does not matter. Your title does not matter. Only your skill will decide your placement."

Some students swallowed.

Others clenched their fists in excitement.

Rowan’s gaze narrowed.

So this is how it starts...

The woman turned toward the massive training field outside.

"Follow me."

"Welcome to your first trial at the Royal Academy of Swords."

They followed her down a long stone corridor.

At the end stood a massive double door carved with ancient sword runes.

Two staff members pushed it open.

The doors groaned as they slowly parted.

Beyond them—

A vast training field stretched endlessly into the distance.

White stone platforms floated in the air. Weapon racks lined the edges. Training circles were carved into the ground, each glowing faintly with mana.

The air itself felt heavy with pressure.

"This..." someone whispered. "It’s huge..."

The staff woman turned to face them.

"This is where your combat trials will take place."

She gestured toward the far end of the field.

"But before that, you’ll be given a ten-minute break."

Her voice became sharper.

"Boys, proceed to the left wing. Girls, to the right. There are changing rooms prepared for you."

"You will receive your academy uniforms."

"From this moment onward—"

She paused.

"You are officially students of the Royal Academy of Swords."

The students straightened unconsciously.

"Now go. Put on your uniforms."

"Yes, ma’am!" several voices answered.

The groups split cleanly.

Rowan followed the boys into a wide hall where attendants waited with neatly folded academy uniforms.

They were handed out one by one.

Students entered the changing room in groups of three.

Excited voices echoed inside.

"This uniform feels expensive..."

"It’s enchanted cloth!"

"No way, even the buttons have runes!"

Rowan held his uniform quietly.

So this is it...

Rowan exhaled slowly.

First day... and I already nearly got into a fight.

But I held back.

I didn’t lose my temper.

That’s progress.

As the line moved forward, a boy stepped toward him.

It was the one Daryl had almost punched earlier.

He bowed deeply.

"Excuse me... thank you," the boy said sincerely. "Thank you for stepping in back there."