Chapter 1: A Disciple of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect Ten Thousand Years Later

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“The Martial Soul is the most wondrous power within each of us,” the long-bearded elder spoke earnestly in a classroom of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect. Before him, dozens of children no older than five or six listened intently, hanging on his every word.

“Martial Souls come in various forms—either as weapon Martial Souls or beast Martial Souls. Within our Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, the legacy we inherit is the continent’s foremost auxiliary weapon Martial Soul: the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda. It is the Martial Soul that most of you will awaken.”

A young child, whose age belied his curiosity, suddenly raised his hand and asked, “Yesterday, my father mentioned that along with the awakening of the Martial Soul, there is also the innate soul power. Could you elaborate on this innate soul power for us?”

The elder stroked his beard and smiled gently, nodding slightly. “Indeed, with the awakening of the Martial Soul, everyone also awakens their innate soul power. Possessing innate soul power signifies the potential to cultivate as a Soul Master. The higher the level of innate soul power, the greater one’s aptitude.”

“If fortunate enough to have innate soul power at level seven or above, it opens the possibility of rising to the pinnacle among Soul Masters—a titled Douluo.”

“Alas,” the elder sighed deeply, regret etched across his face. “Though our Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda is among the finest Martial Souls on the continent, it bears a fatal flaw: it can only ever ascend to Soul Saint, level seventy-nine, no matter how gifted one may be—even the sect leader cannot surpass this limit. If one day we could repair this flaw, perhaps the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect might produce an auxiliary titled Douluo as well. Sigh…”

The elder’s words were more idle musings than hope—most regarded the notion of repairing the Pagoda’s flaw as a distant fantasy. The children, aware of this, cared far less for such talk; their minds were fixed on how much innate soul power they would awaken soon.

Yet among them, a young girl sat in a daze, her eyes distant as if lost in thought.

Ning Xi quietly replayed memories of her past life and the differences of this one. For in the near future, the sect leader’s daughter—her half-sister Ning Rongrong—would become the first Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda Soul Master in Douluo history, who would not only repair the flaw but ascend to godhood!

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“It is a pity that Ning Rongrong’s ancestor left no heirs before ascending to godhood, leaving the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect without successors... And the fall of the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, two formidable heroes, is also a grievous loss.”

Ning Xi sighed inwardly. Though Ning Rongrong’s ascension brought great honor to the sect, it did little to benefit it. Amid the glory of the Seven Devils’ divine rise, the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect gradually declined into a second-rate sect.

But since I have been reborn to a time ten thousand years earlier, why can’t I possess the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda?

If in ten thousand years’ time the miraculous herb cannot be found, surely it must still exist now?

After a brief moment of reflection, a surge of ambition welled within Ning Xi.

As a disciple of the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect from ten thousand years later, she was both unfortunate and fortunate.

Unfortunate because, in her era, the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda had become a legend; the sect had searched for countless years for the miraculous herb—Qiluo Tulip—that would evolve Ning Rongrong’s ancestor’s Martial Soul, to no avail.

Yet fortunate because she had been reborn ten thousand years earlier, blessed to witness the legendary Shrek Seven Devils with their extraordinary talents and to possibly discover that Qiluo Tulip and evolve her own Martial Soul.

“Regrettably, descriptions of the Qiluo Tulip within the sect are vague and incomplete...”

In her previous life, she grew up on tales of the Shrek Seven Devils; now, having arrived in this time, she hoped to change the fate of ten thousand years hence and see these legendary heroes for herself.

Ning Xi did not let the shock of rebirth overwhelm her reason. She quickly recalled the sect’s archives, searching for hidden opportunities from ten thousand years ago.

The more she thought, the deeper her frown grew.

Finally, she stood, bowed politely to the elder, and asked, “Are there any treasures in the world that can evolve a Martial Soul? Perhaps something like a miraculous herb?”

At her question, some children exchanged knowing glances and even chuckled softly.

“Miss Ning must have missed the earlier explanation,” one said.

“The so-called Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda is but a distant legend. Since the sect’s founding, no one has ever reached the ninth layer of the nine-colored pagoda; the rumored special opportunity is but a shadow with no proof.”

The elder sighed deeply. “Miss Ning, I am but a humble scholar and have never heard of any treasure capable of evolving a Martial Soul, let alone a miraculous herb.”

Though the miraculous herb is said to exist somewhere within the twin fire and ice eyes of the Sunset Forest, the sect’s people neither understand it nor the legend behind it.

Thus, despite the long legacy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, few understood this mystery as well as Ning Xi herself—perhaps not even Ning Fengzhi.

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“I see,” Ning Xi’s eyes flashed with disappointment. It seemed the key to the miraculous herb lay with the Sea God Tang San.

Had no one understood the miraculous herb before the Sea God’s arrival?

At that moment, a soft, melodious voice broke through her reverie.

“Sister, sister?”

Lost in thought, Ning Xi turned to find a delicate, porcelain-skinned little girl beside her, breaking her contemplation.

It was the end of the lesson; everyone was preparing to leave and awaken their Martial Souls, yet Ning Xi had remained seated, wandering in thought.

With a soft exhale, Ning Xi came back to herself and smiled faintly upon seeing Ning Rongrong.

She gently ruffled Ning Rongrong’s hair, her gaze filled with affection.

Though at first, meeting Ning Rongrong after rebirth had felt awkward and strange, over time the once godlike image she held of her half-sister had been replaced by this lively, mischievous child before her.

Now reborn here, as Ning Rongrong’s elder sister—though half by blood—their relationship was quite good.

And as her sister, what was wrong with a little head pat?

Ning Xi raised an eyebrow, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “Come, the Martial Soul awakening is about to begin. Perhaps, Rongrong, you will become the first Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda Soul Master of our sect.”

At these words, Ning Rongrong’s eyes sparkled with joy as she patted Ning Xi’s shoulder. “Just because of what you said, once I become the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda, I’ll be the one watching over you!”

Ning Rongrong adored her sister. Though they were the same age, with only a few months difference, Ning Xi radiated a calm, steady warmth that made her feel safe and comfortable.

Though sometimes her sister would quietly sit and ponder, it did not diminish their father’s praise of her.