The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

"What...what is that?"

Everyone was looking in the direction of Ji Bai's research institute.

Everyone had the same expression on their face: Impossible!

In the distance, a streak of light was rapidly approaching.

Yes, flowing light.

It has no propellers, no wings, and none of the characteristics of a modern aircraft.

It was a silvery-blue dot of light that sliced ​​through the morning sky, leaving a very faint trail of light, as if it had divided the entire sky in two.

That thing is getting closer and closer.

It's becoming increasingly clear.

Then, everyone finally saw it clearly.

That was a person.

A boy.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture ramrod straight, like a gun.

He was standing on a sword.

A sword whose entire body shimmers with an icy blue light!

On the surface of the sword, countless fine lines can be vaguely seen, like an enchantment or an electrical circuit.

At the hilt of the sword, there was a chip no bigger than a fingernail.

A super chip that truly reaches the 10-nanometer level!

Every second, massive amounts of attitude data flow from sensors throughout the sword into this chip, completing tens of thousands of attitude corrections within microseconds.

At the end of the sword, an extremely thin stream of plasma silently shot out, leaving a trail of pale blue light in the air.

There was no engine roar.

There is no propeller noise.

There was only a very faint, low hum, like the low murmur of an ancient whale, or the slight trembling of a peerless divine weapon before it was drawn from its sheath.

This is the way Ji Bai came up with for his entrance.

Flying on a sword!

True sword flight.

Using room-temperature superconductivity, a superconducting circuit with no friction, no heat loss, and an incredible current-carrying capacity was created.

Using 10-nanometer chips, a flight control system was built that surpasses existing technology by a decade.

Using virtual space and industrial machine tools, we can complete the entire design and manufacturing process, from materials and structure to overall machine integration.

Then, he stepped on a sword and flew from the research institute to the podium.

The scene was deathly silent.

No one spoke.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place.

Wang Jianguo's hand was still frozen in mid-air, pointing to the sky, and his mouth was wide open, big enough to swallow a microphone.

The leader of the council, an old man who had seen many storms and remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, was also slightly agape, his eyes filled with undisguised shock.

The provincial governor was equally stunned.

He has seen countless grand occasions.

Military parade, large-scale military exercises, international summit.

But the scene before him was beyond his entire understanding of the word "scene".

Not to mention Prefect Liu.

He stood up completely, tilted his head back, and opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out.

Morgan's face had lost all color.

His fingers unconsciously gripped the armrest of the seat, his knuckles turning white, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

He had originally thought that he would see Ji Bai walk out of the door today, or arrive by car, and at most cut a ribbon and say a few words.

Then he can go back to Wall Street, tweet, "Ji Bai is nothing special."

But now, he doesn't even have the strength to take out his phone.

Because in the sky, there is a person standing on a sword.

John D. Rockefeller Jr. wasn't much better off.

He had imagined a thousand different scenarios and ten thousand different plot twists.

This is the only one that is not available.

An eighteen-year-old boy descends from the sky, riding on a superconducting flying sword.

Is this in the real world?

The Nobel laureates all stood up, including those elderly professors who usually sat in the hall as composed as meditating monks.

All eyes were drawn to the approaching blue light.

Terence Tao also stood up.

He tilted his head back, and the glint of the sword was reflected in his glasses.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"I knew it."

"He never disappoints."

Wiles also stood up.

All the foreign media reporters present had forgotten that they were broadcasting live.

They carried cameras, mouths agape, like a group of robots whose power had been cut off.

A CNN reporter muttered to himself:

"My God... was that a person?"

BBC reporter:

"Quick, take pictures! Take pictures! No matter what it is! Take pictures of it all!"

Reuters reporter:

Am I still dreaming?

At this moment, the live stream chat was absolutely exploding with comments.

"??????????????????"

"Holy shit!!!!!!!!!"

"A sword comes from the west, a celestial being descends from the heavens?"

"Flying? The God of Seasons is flying???"

"Am I getting carried away? Did I fucking see Ji Shen flying through the sky on a sword?"

"Guys, am I hallucinating? I just saw Ji Shen fly by?"

"It's not a hallucination! I saw it too! Millions of people in the live stream saw it!"

"Flying on a sword??? Am I dreaming?? It's 2026, right??"

"I fucking fell right off the chair!!!"

"Is this even science?! This is magic!!!"

"Oh my god! Ji Shen is no longer pretending! He's come clean! He's a cultivator!"

"I told you long ago! Ji Shen is no ordinary person! But you wouldn't believe me! Now look what I've done! He's flying right now to show you!"

"This isn't some math genius, this is a sword immortal descended to earth!!"

"Everyone rise! Welcome the God of Seasons to the throne!"

"A sword comes from the west, a celestial being descends from the heavens!"

"Season God: I heard you guys doubted I only know how to do superconductivity? Well then I'll show you what cultivation is all about!"

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! There's blue light on the sword! Is that superconductivity? Ji Shen turned superconductivity into a sword!"

"I knew it! This must be technology! It's superconducting magnetic levitation! Ji Shen really made it!"

"What kind of maglev is this? This is clearly sword flight!"

"Dad! Ji Shen can really fly on a sword! Your son didn't choose the wrong person to idolize!"

"Ji Shen's sword strike has wiped out decades of pent-up frustration for our nation!"

"It was so exciting! I got goosebumps all over! Tears welled up in my eyes!"

"Today, the God of Seasons soared through the sky on his sword, attracting the homage of ten thousand immortals; the entire world was astonished!"

"A single sword cleaves the heavens! This is the true meaning of 'A single sword cleaves the heavens!'"

"The internet is going crazy, it's all comments like 'What kind of magic is this?' hahaha"

"The Great Emperor descends upon the court on his sword! All immortals, kneel in reverence!"

"This isn't just a middle school opening ceremony, it's like a celestial sect founding!"

"Live forever in the Ji family!!!"

……

Everyone's gone mad!

The person on the sword seemed completely unaware of all this.

Ji Bai kept his hands in his pockets.

The morning breeze brushed past his ears, making his black hair and the hem of his clothes flutter in the wind.

The sword beneath his feet was as steady as if it were nailed to the air.

He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the dense crowd below.

Like a god looking down upon the human world.

Then, the sword carried him, gracefully tracing an unrealistically perfect arc, and hovered steadily three meters above the platform.

The sword rotated slightly and slowly descended.

The wind pressure made the red silk on the dais flutter loudly.

When Ji Bai was still half a meter off the ground, he lightly leaped off the sword.

Her toes touched the ground silently.

Then Ji Bai pointed with two fingers, and the flying sword steadily returned to its sheath.

Just one word—

Handsome!