Douluo: Villain Simulator, Starting with an Iron Sword Martial Soul

Ning Rongrong stood in the center of the formation and stretched out her right hand.

The white-robed deacon activated his soul power.

The six awakening stones lit up simultaneously, and a pale golden light enveloped Ning Rongrong's entire body.

The next moment, a dazzling seven-colored light burst forth from her palm.

A small and exquisite pagoda slowly emerged.

The tower has seven stories, its surface shimmering with light, and it is crystal clear.

The entire hall erupted in suppressed gasps of amazement.

"The Seven-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

"Such pure light!"

"As expected of the sect leader's daughter!"

The white-robed deacon's eyes also showed excitement.

"Martial Soul, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but smile.

Immediately afterwards, she placed her hand on the soul power crystal.

In an instant, a burst of blue light shot up.

The light was so bright that it almost illuminated her entire small face.

The white-robed deacon's voice trembled slightly.

"Innate Soul Power, Level Nine!"

boom!

The hall erupted in chaos.

"Ninth level of the Innate Realm!"

"Miss Rongrong is actually at the ninth level of the Innate Realm!"

"May Heaven bless my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

"If the sect leader knew, he would be overjoyed!"

Everyone was full of praise.

Everyone is envious.

Ning Rongrong stood on the awakening platform, basking in the gaze of the crowd, her pride almost impossible to conceal. Then, she looked at Lu Changsheng.

That look seemed to say: See? I'm amazing, aren't I?

Lu Changsheng also looked at her with a smile.

In any case, they grew up together.

Seeing Ning Rongrong awaken such talent, he was genuinely happy for her.

After Ning Rongrong stepped down from the stage, she went straight to Lu Changsheng's side and whispered:

"Lu Changsheng, my martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and my innate soul power is at level nine!"

"Yes, that's impressive."

Ning Rongrong snorted:

"Of course, it's up to you now. Don't be too bad."

Lu Changsheng smiled but didn't say anything.

A while later.

The white-robed deacon turned to a page of the register and read aloud:

"Lu Changsheng".

Many people in the main hall looked over.

People were actually quite curious about Lu Changsheng. His parents were both guards of the sect and died fighting for the sect. Ning Fengzhi personally brought him back to the sect to raise him.

Over the years, although Lu Changsheng was just a disciple from another clan, he had quite a presence in the sect because of his handsome appearance and the fact that he often played with Ning Rongrong.

Many people are curious to know what kind of martial spirit he will awaken.

Ning Rongrong also stared at him and whispered:

"Lu Changsheng, keep it up!"

Lu Changsheng nodded slightly and stepped onto the Awakening Platform.

He stood in the center of the formation and extended his right hand.

The white-robed deacon looked at him with a relatively gentle gaze.

"Don't be nervous, relax your mind, and feel the power within your body."

Lu Changsheng closed his eyes.

All six Awakening Stones lit up simultaneously.

Golden light enveloped his entire body.

Soon, he felt something being drawn out from deep within his body.

That thing was cold and hard.

It carried a heavy, sharp edge.

The next moment, a sword appeared in his palm.

Upon seeing this, the main hall suddenly fell silent.

It was an iron sword.

The sword is grayish-black.

There is no radiance, no texture.

There were no amazing phenomena.

It looks too ordinary.

It was so ordinary that it looked like a standard iron sword that a sect guard would casually pick up during training.

It was even cruder than those real weapons.

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The white-robed steward paused for a moment.

Then, the glimmer of expectation in his eyes quietly faded away.

"Weapon Spirit".

"Iron sword".

The moment those five words were uttered, the atmosphere in the main hall changed instantly.

Those who had been looking at Lu Changsheng just moments before gradually showed more disappointment.

"An iron sword?"

"It's just an iron sword?"

"I thought his parents were both guards, so I wondered what kind of decent weapon spirit he could awaken."

"Can iron swords also be used for cultivation?"

"It is possible, but this martial soul is too ordinary. It's not like the Seven Kill Sword of Sword Douluo."

"What a pity, she is good-looking though."

The discussions weren't very loud.

But in the quiet hall, Lu Changsheng could hear it very clearly.

He looked down at the iron sword in his hand.

The hilt of the sword was cold.

It was as cold as a stone covered in frost on a winter night.

The white-robed deacon coughed lightly and said, "Let's test your soul power."

Lu Changsheng placed his left hand on the soul power crystal.

A faint blue light appeared.

It was so faint that it was almost just a thin halo floating on the surface of the crystal.

The white-robed deacon glanced at it and remained silent for a moment.

Then he announced: