Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 27 Seven Killing Sword

Seven months is but a fleeting moment in the long journey of life.

And this time, July later, is the graduation day for the students of Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy.

This year marks the sixth year of Han Tao's time travel.

Tang San and Xiao Wu accepted the recommendation letter from Yu Xiaogang, left Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, passed through the dense Star Dou Great Forest, and arrived at a new location: Soto City.

The Rose Hotel will welcome two guests, who will then clash with the evil-eyed white tiger that resides there.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Han Tao.

At this moment, he was rushing to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to participate in the school's annual assessment.

"Han Tao!"

Soul power, level 23.

Yes, in seven months, his soul power only increased by two levels.

However, what they gained in return was an improvement in their cultivation foundation and knowledge base.

Perhaps for other Soul Masters, such a gain would only elicit a sneer.

But for Han Tao, it is the foundation for building a towering skyscraper, an indispensable part of the growth of his soul power.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, noting that there were many people in the sect who were inferior to Han Tao.

For example, Wolong-Ningtian

"Next up, Ning Tian!"

A young man with dark circles under his eyes and unsteady steps arrived at the center of the training ground.

"What, can't the library contain your refined taste?"

"I wonder what kind of talent could create such a masterpiece?"

Ning Fengzhi, in a sarcastic tone, took out a book titled "The Development History of Imperial Romantic Culture" from the drawer of the podium.

This book is the culmination of Mr. Wolong's research over the past year.

Han Tao has read this masterpiece (no).
It contains extremely obscure illustrations, as well as the historical development of the sex industry and the influence of different stages of the sex industry on the empire's culture, economy, and soul masters.

Although Wolong Ningtian was obsessed with matters of the heart, he had at least studied and researched them in depth, and through exposure to them, he had produced some results.

"Alright, I won't deduct your salary this year."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and gave instructions to Steward Ning.

Upon hearing this, Ning Tian's eyes immediately lit up.

"No deduction of salary" can be interpreted as either "salary will no longer be deducted this year" or "the salary reduction from last year will be cancelled this year."

One option is to keep the status quo, and the other is to increase the salary. It all depends on Ning Tian's understanding. He decided to make a good deal of it. Since Ning Fengzhi didn't explain things clearly, it can't be blamed on me.

After the Crouching Dragon, came the Young Phoenix.

The next one is Ning Rongrong.

"Ning Rongrong, your theory test scores have never exceeded 30 points. What's going on?"

Ning Fengzhi looked calmly at his daughter.

Sure enough, wherever Ning Rongrong is, the art style is bound to be anything but normal.

"It's not that my theoretical understanding is inadequate, but rather that the theories they're researching are wrong!"

"I believe that the most important thing for support-type Soul Masters is to find powerful teammates."

"If your teammates are strong enough, these theories are meaningless."

Han Tao didn't refute it; perhaps she was right, and I was short-sighted.

That's exactly what she did in the original story, and unexpectedly, she actually found a powerful patron, the most powerful patron in the Douluo Continent.

Great intelligence, indeed, lives up to his reputation.

As Rongrong finished speaking, the atmosphere gradually became awkward, and even the mature and composed Ning Fengzhi didn't know how to respond.

He stroked his beard, pondered the question repeatedly, and finally tentatively asked half a question.

What kind of teammates do you need?

Ning Rongrong bit her finger and answered, "Yeah, just like Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone."

"They said they would protect me for the rest of my life."

A childlike, innocent voice came from inside.

Perhaps, under the protection of two titled Douluo, this was her truest thought.

"And I also want to go find my teammates myself!"

The little girl's eyes held a hint of longing, as if she were imagining what a beautiful world lay beyond the sect. Ning Rongrong's eyes were full of spirit, a gaze untouched by the taint of knowledge.

Han Tao speculated that the ancestors of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda had once created the "multidimensional realm" mentioned in books, exhaustively calculating all kinds of data to arrive at the most accurate conclusions.

This part of the calculation has been passed down through genes and has become an innate "spiritual perception".

Ning Rongrong undoubtedly possesses this part of "spiritual perception".

Of course, this is just a guess. Guessing is different from speculation. Guessing can be very bold.

Hearing his daughter's words, Ning Fengzhi remained expressionless, as if he had mastered the art of "not showing his emotions" after a year apart.

Or perhaps, Ning Rongrong's encounter with Shrek Academy was something he had already anticipated.

"Since that's what you think, then go ahead and do it. I won't stop you."

To Ning Rongrong's surprise, Ning Fengzhi gave an affirmative answer.

Han Tao was stunned.

You just let her go like that, without even sending someone to protect her? This is your daughter, how can you be so heartless?

Han Tao looked at the sect leader with a puzzled expression, only to see him casually wave his hand, tacitly approving Ning Rongrong's departure.

"Han Tao!" A clear female voice rang in my ears: "You are also a support Soul Master. Come with me to find teammates."

Turning my head, I saw a pair of eyes filled with longing and hope.

Ah!
The idea of ​​finding teammates is probably not going to come up.

But the desire to go out and have fun was not only there, it was practically written all over his face.

"Forget it, it's too dangerous outside."

He could feel a chilling aura emanating from afar.

If I agree to her request, the consequences might not be so pleasant.

Moreover, Han Tao was unwilling to go out with this old lady. Two support soul masters with no combat power, running off to train together, supposedly to find teammates?

Oh my God, what an outrageous idea.

“If you don’t want to go out, there are plenty of people who do!” Ning Rongrong was very angry.

She pouted and stomped her foot.

His gaze swept across the sect disciples, finally settling on Ning Tian, ​​that big grudge!

Ning Tian was unwilling to agree, nor did he dare to agree.

The telepathic message from Ning Fengzhi, carrying a chilling, howling wind, had already entered his ear:

"If you dare agree, you won't get a single penny of your salary this year!"

Therefore, Ning Tian refused.

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong's face fell, and she was heartbroken at such a young age.

It can happen once or twice, but not a third time.

"Repeatedly" is the behavior of a person with a firm will. Han Tao and Ning Tian's rejection hit her fragile heart, and her playful voice even carried a hint of crying.

Without searching for the next unlucky soul, he glared resentfully and ran away from the training ground.

With Ning Rongrong's departure, the training ground fell silent.

"You guys are really brave."

Many disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School looked at Han Tao and Ning Tian with strange eyes.

"Sword Douluo is going crazy."

Ning Tian leaned close to Han Tao and whispered something.

Upon hearing this, Han Tao immediately stepped back.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a renowned Title Douluo in the Douluo Continent, would not tolerate such humiliation, nor would he care about the ceremonial nature of the sect's assessment.

Seven Kill Sword!
A vast pressure of soul power emanated from the center, causing the marble floor of the training ground to crack, and the shockwaves propelled the sand and gravel outwards layer by layer.

"Turbulence!"

"A magnificent upheaval!"

A warm sensation spread across their faces, and a faint, salty taste filled their nostrils. The Seven Kill Sword had not yet been drawn, but its extremely sharp edge had already grazed everyone's cheeks.

Immediately following was a powerful shockwave.

Inside the training ground, all the sect disciples were knocked to the ground by the shockwave.

(End of this chapter)