Chapter 4: Twin Martial Souls

The page turned.

“Born with full innate soul power!”

At that moment, Ning Fengzhi and the Sword and Bone Douluo could no longer remain calm. In one motion, all three rose from their seats.

Who could stay composed in such a moment? Such talent, and full innate soul power at that!

Even Ning Fengzhi no longer knew how to describe his feelings.

The Death Swordsman Blade.

A twin martial soul.

Full innate soul power.

Ha!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had hope!

Everyone was utterly shaken, and the children of the same age looked on with eyes full of envy.

This young lady had actually awakened the Death Swordsman Blade, and she was born with full soul power too!

It was far too awe-inspiring.

“Oh my god, sister, you’re so amazing!” Ning Rongrong’s beautiful, glass-like eyes were filled with envy and admiration.

“You even have the same martial soul as Sword Grandpa! But yours seems even more domineering!”

Ning Xi calmly and gracefully withdrew her martial soul, a faint smile curving her lips. “Rongrong, you’re amazing too. In the future, you can support me.”

Ning Rongrong immediately nodded furiously. “Mm-hmm! From now on, I’ll definitely support Sister and make her even stronger!”

She was already completely won over, her eyes sparkling with stars.

“Ning Xi, weapon martial soul, Death Swordsman Blade, full innate soul power!”

Mo Yun hastily recorded this unforgettable moment.

Almost at once, everyone joyfully concluded the martial soul awakening ceremony.

Everyone present had soul power. So long as they were willing to work hard, perhaps they too might achieve great things one day. Though they could not compare with Ning Xi, they were still far better off than ordinary people.

“Very well, the awakening ceremony is over. Everyone may exit in order.”

Ning Fengzhi stepped down from the high platform, with the Sword and Bone Douluo following behind.

After everyone had left, Ning Fengzhi had Mo Yun take Ning Rongrong out to play.

Ning Rongrong had a simple nature, and the moment she heard that Mo Yun could take her out to have fun, she immediately rushed out of the Awakening Hall.

Only Ning Xi and the three old fellows remained inside.

Sword Douluo understood at once and raised a barrier, sealing off their conversation from all outside ears.

The page turned.

Before they could ask anything, Ning Xi herself released her other martial soul: a beautiful, exquisite, and resplendent Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tower.

“Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tower!”

“Death Swordsman Blade!”

The three voices rang out together. Their pupils contracted, and their burning gazes remained fixed on Ning Xi.

Two top-tier weapon martial souls.

One offensive, one supportive.

It was simply heaven-defying.

But wasn’t the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tower said to have a flaw, one that limited it to level seventy-nine?

The others were somewhat puzzled. Could the appearance of these two martial souls in one person break through that flaw?

Still, Ning Xi was not in a hurry. She had a way.

Jian Chenxin’s gaze deepened. An indescribable feeling surged through him, and his whole body began to grow excited and worked up. “Xi’er! You actually possess the Death Swordsman Blade martial soul!”

“Haha, old swordsman, just right—you also have the Death Swordsman Blade. Why not let you teach Xi’er from now on?” Bone Douluo said, patting Sword Douluo on the shoulder with satisfaction.

Even if Gu Rong had not said it, Jian Chenxin had already thought the same. After all, this was their own child—if he did not teach her, who would?

Ning Xi gave a slight bow and said respectfully, “Grandpa Sword, please take me as your disciple.”

A millennium later, she had only heard fragments of rumors about these two titled Douluo, yet she had long held them in genuine admiration and fondness.

To have a titled Douluo as one’s teacher—how many people could ever dream of such a blessing?

Besides, she had always been interested in the deeds of great figures.

She also wanted to see what the other Shrek Six Monsters were like.

And that Tang San, founder of the Tang Sect and Sea God Tang San—how extraordinary must he have been to create so many legends?

After all, a thousand years later, their stories were still widely spread across the continent.

People always feel curiosity toward the unknown.

“Haha, good! Good!” Chenxin laughed heartily, a trace of relief and satisfaction in his eyes.

This child truly was extraordinary.

It seemed that this time, not only did their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have hope of breaking through its barriers, but he himself had also gained a successor.

“However, we should still have the proper apprenticeship ceremony. We can’t let outsiders laugh at us. What do you say, Fengzhi?” Sword Douluo raised a brow and looked toward Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi could only smile helplessly. “Yes, as long as Sword Uncle is happy.”

Gu Rong also nodded solemnly. “Quite right. Taking in a disciple must be done with a sense of ceremony.”

“Very well, Grandpa Sword.” Ning Xi nodded slightly, replying obediently.

Ning Fengzhi suddenly thought of something else and said sternly, “Also, Xi’er, since you revealed the Death Swordsman Blade today, you must not casually expose your twin martial souls in the future.

Without my permission, you also may not attach any soul rings to your second martial soul. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Father.” Ning Xi nodded. For the future glory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she would be cautious and careful.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Tower should be passed on.

Ning Fengzhi nodded in relief, somewhat comforted by his eldest daughter’s maturity and sense.

After giving Ning Xi a few more solemn instructions, they finally dispersed.

Ning Rongrong had no idea where she had gone off to with Mo Yun. Ning Xi returned to her own room and began a basic meditation method.

In both her past life and this one, she never stopped cultivating each day. In her previous life, she had also been a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, though only one of average talent.

No matter how hard she tried, it had been difficult to improve her strength, and outer disciples like her who were not valued had very few resources.

But this time was different.

Her mother came from the Death Swordsman Blade lineage, and after being introduced by Sword Douluo, she married Ning Fengzhi and gave birth to Ning Xi. However, after delivering her, her body was severely damaged and she passed away.

She would definitely cultivate diligently and grow strong.

The next day was exceptionally lively, because everyone in the sect already knew that the young lady of the clan possessed the Death Swordsman Blade martial soul, was born with full innate soul power, and had taken Sword Douluo as her teacher.

This was no small matter. Ning Xi usually kept a low profile, did not cause trouble, and though somewhat cool in temperament, she treated others kindly. Many people were fond of her.

At such an age, with such manners, and such talent—who would dislike her?

A smile had remained on Sword Douluo’s lips the entire time, never once fading, making him seem far less icy than before.

In the grand hall, sunlight streamed through the tall windows and scattered across the floor in patches of bright light.

The air was filled with a solemn and sacred aura, as if even time itself had slowed.

Ning Xi stood at the center of the hall. Her figure was small, yet she was breathtakingly beautiful, with a faint air of detachment in her features.

Her long black hair fell like a waterfall, loosely draped over her shoulders, adding even more of an ethereal grace. She wore a plain long dress, its hem lifting softly in the breeze, as though she might drift away at any moment.

Chenxin stood before Ning Xi. Tall and upright, he should have looked stern and cold, but at that moment his face was full of smiles, though his eyes still carried a trace of authority.

He wore a dark blue robe, and at his waist hung a jade ornament of heavenly clarity. Embedded in it, a sapphire glimmered with a cold brilliance beneath the sunlight. His bearing was frosty yet commanding, like a sharp sword freshly drawn from its scabbard, its edge laid bare.