Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

A huge phantom rose into the sky from within Chen Xin's body.

That was a projection of the Asura Divine Sword, its entire body dark red, with dense divine runes flowing across its blade, radiating a suffocating pressure.

When the phantom first appeared, it was so solid that it seemed to be a physical entity; the sword's edge even tore apart the clouds in the sky.

However, after only a few breaths, the phantom began to fade, and its edges even twisted and trembled like water ripples, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Chen Xin's brows furrowed tightly.

He could clearly feel the Asura Divine Sword within his body vibrating violently.

However, the source of this tremor was not excitement or resonance, but rather a kind of... rejection.

It's like a wild horse trying to shake off its rider, or a sharp blade trying to escape from the hand that holds it.

"This is... the Asura Divine Sword is rejecting me? Why?"

Chen Xin's heart sank suddenly, and he was very puzzled.

He tried to use his divine power to soothe the divine sword, but only received even stronger resistance in return.

Chen Xin stood there silently for a long time, his brows sometimes furrowing and sometimes relaxing.

After a while, Chenxin gradually figured out the reason.

Logically speaking, his martial soul is the Seven Kill Sword, which is inherently a path of killing and warfare, and should be highly compatible with the core concept of the Asura God of slaughter.

But in reality, Chen Xin knew better than anyone else: throughout his life, although his swordsmanship was full of killing intent and every move was fierce, the heart wrapped in the cold sword energy was never for killing itself.

He practiced swordsmanship to protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School; he killed to protect those he cared about.

Protection is the essence of Chenxin Sword Dao.

The path of the Asura God is pure slaughter, devoid of both good and evil.

Between protecting and killing, there is ultimately an inexplicable contradiction.

In the City of Slaughter, Chen Xin found himself in a living hell, surrounded by blood and death. He immersed himself completely in it, and with the natural affinity between the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul and the divine sword, he made great strides and successfully passed the first two tests.

But the moment Chen Xin stepped out of the hellish road, the sunlight shone on his face, and all the things he had suppressed in his heart (Ning Fengzhi's smile, Ning Rongrong's coquettishness, Wang Teng's stubborn eyes) surged up, like spring water thawing, and could no longer be suppressed.

Therefore, the Asura Divine Sword sensed the trace of "protection" in Chen Xin's heart that contradicted the killing intent, and thus rejected it.

"Ugh!"

Chen Xin sighed deeply, her voice containing a sense of relief, but also a hint of barely perceptible regret.

"I never imagined that all our efforts would ultimately be in vain."

"It seems that this position of god is not meant for me after all."

Chen Xin shook her head, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Having lived to such an old age, he has seen all kinds of storms. Becoming a god is the ultimate dream of countless soul masters, but if he were to lose his original intention of protecting others for the sake of becoming a god, Chen Xin would feel it was not worth it.

"However..."

Chen Xin continued speaking to himself, his tone gradually becoming more relaxed.

"This trip to the Killing City wasn't a complete waste."

"After passing the previous two tests, my soul power broke through to level ninety-nine."

"Hmph, level ninety-nine... With my current strength, plus the Asura Divine Sword in my hand, I should be on par with that old geezer Qian Daoliu."

Chen Xin tried circulating the soul power within his body. The power of level ninety-nine surged like a river, completely different from that of level ninety-eight.

That feeling of fulfillment improved his mood considerably.

After all, in this world without gods, a level 99 Title Douluo has already stood at the pinnacle of human soul masters.

"Besides..."

Chen Xin lowered his eyes and looked at the faint phantom of the Asura Divine Sword in his hand.

"Although this thing rejects me, it's still in my hands after all."

"I can't escape the inheritance of the Asura God for the time being. Since I can't become a god myself, I'll wait for a suitable opportunity to hand over this inheritance."

"Feng Zhi's martial soul is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, a support type, which has nothing to do with the Path of the God of Slaughter. It won't work."

"What Wang Teng said..."

He muttered to himself as he rose into the air.

His level 99 soul power exploded beneath his feet, and he transformed into a streak of light, hurtling towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Chapter 472 Reunion at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School

Outside the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the daylight was just right.

Wang Teng and his entourage slowly appeared on the official road in the north.

Leading the way was Wang Teng, dressed in a dark, close-fitting outfit. Though travel-worn, his composure was undeniable.

Slightly behind him, Zhu Zhuqing was still dressed in a neat black outfit, her face was cold and her footsteps were silent, but her usually indifferent eyes now carried a hint of relaxation as she returned home.

Ning Rongrong, walking between the two, was a completely different person.

"I'm finally back!"

When Ning Rongrong saw the familiar sign on the mountain gate in the distance, she felt as if her whole being had been illuminated, and her joy was beyond words.

She was naturally beautiful, and when she smiled, the fatigue from days of traveling seemed to be blown away in an instant.

(Dugu Bo went straight back to the Dugu Mansion in Tiandou City.)

The disciples guarding the mountain gate were the first to recognize Wang Teng and his group.

"Senior Sister Rongrong is back!"

"Elder Wang and Senior Sister Zhu are back too!"

At the shout, all the disciples in front of the mountain gate sprang into action.

Someone turned and went inside to report, while others were already shouting at the top of their lungs, "Sect Master, Senior Sister Rongrong and the others are back!"

Suddenly, the once orderly mountain gate became as lively as during the Chinese New Year.

Ning Rongrong strode into the mountain gate, her face beaming with undisguised joy.

During the time she was away from home, although Wang Teng and Zhu Zhuqing were with her, she always missed her father and two grandfathers in the sect.

At this moment, a group of young disciples surrounded Ning Rongrong, asking her questions all at once.

Ning Rongrong answered patiently as she walked, occasionally giggling at a question, her eyes and brows radiating the joy of being home.

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind, still not saying much, but her usually cold face softened a bit.

She grew up in the shadow of her family from a young age, and it was only after joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School that she finally had a place that she could truly call "home".

Looking at the warm smiles of these disciples, a feeling of warmth secretly flowed through my heart.

Wang Teng walked at the very back. He didn't interrupt, but quietly observed every plant and tree in the sect.

Even after all this time away, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School remains unchanged: calm, dignified, and exuding the grandeur of one of the three upper sects.

But for some reason, he felt that the atmosphere today was a little different.

There seemed to be a faint but pervasive sense of pressure in the air, not the kind that was deliberately released, but rather an almost instinctive, oppressive feeling that made one's back tighten.

Wang Teng frowned slightly, about to ask the disciple beside him, when he suddenly caught a figure inside the mountain gate out of the corner of his eye.

It was a tall, elderly man who had been standing there for some time.

The old man was Chen Xin, who had just returned from the City of Slaughter, and he happened to run into Wang Teng and the others who had just returned to the sect.

At this moment, a sharp, blood-red light shone in Chen Xin's eyes, like a sword just pulled from a pool of blood.

His casual glance sent a chill down Wang Teng's spine.

"This feeling...?"

Wang Teng immediately stopped in his tracks, a chill running through him.

"Grandpa Jian?"

Ning Rongrong's exclamation came from ahead.

She recognized Chen Xin's figure first, and the smile on her face instantly turned into a look of surprise and joy. She almost ran over to him.

But after running a couple of steps, Ning Rongrong's pace unconsciously slowed down again.

Because the aura emanating from that elder, whom she had once known so intimately, was now utterly unfamiliar.

When Chen Xin saw Rong Rong stop, he realized that he had not concealed his aura properly.

So he quickly circulated his soul power to suppress the killing aura he had brought from the City of Slaughter as much as possible.

Then, Chen Xin waved and called out, "Rongrong, long time no see."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong disregarded her fear and rushed over, hugging Chen Xin's arm and excitedly exclaiming, "Grandpa Jian, when did you come back?"

She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

Because the arm she was holding was as hard as iron, and Ning Rongrong could clearly feel a chilling aura emanating from Chen Xin.

This aura wasn't the oppression of soul power, but a more fundamental killing intent that seemed to come from the depths of one's bones.

Ning Rongrong subconsciously withdrew her hand and looked up at Chen Xin's face.

The face was still the same as she remembered, but the eyes had changed.

Two dark red flames seemed to flicker deep within Chen Xin's pupils. Ning Rongrong stared at them for a long time and could even see the reflection of mountains of corpses and seas of blood in them.

"Grandpa Jian, you..."

Ning Rongrong's voice softened.

Chen Xin reached out and patted her head lightly, saying, "It's alright, Grandpa is fine."

After he finished speaking, his gaze passed over Ning Rongrong's shoulder and landed on Wang Teng, who was walking up behind him.

Wang Teng was actively approaching the murderous intent.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but Wang Teng did not stop walking, nor did he show any fear on his face.