Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Zhu Zhuqing followed closely beside Wang Teng.

"Grandpa Sword".

Wang Teng walked closer and bowed.

Chen Xin sized him up, his gaze sweeping from Wang Teng's face to his entire body. Suddenly, he nodded slightly and said, "Not bad, kid, you're much stronger than before."

When Sword Douluo said this, his tone carried the praise of an elder to a junior, but the lingering killing intent still rushed over with his voice, making him extremely oppressive.

Just as Wang Teng was about to speak, he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.

"Uncle Jian, Rongrong, Wang Teng!"

Ning Fengzhi's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.

Ning Fengzhi strode out of the sect, his sect leader's magnificent robes still untied, the wrinkles on the sleeves clearly visible.

Behind him followed closely the Bone Douluo Gu Rong, whose usually expressionless old face was now filled with surprise.

Ning Fengzhi walked closer and looked Chen Xin up and down. His eyes first lit up with joy, but then a sense of solemnity appeared.

As the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he was well-informed and immediately noticed that Chen Xin's aura was unusual.

"Uncle Jian...you've broken through to level 99?"

Ning Fengzhi asked in a low voice.

Chen Xin nodded without saying anything more.

Ning Fengzhi gave him a deep look, then looked at Wang Teng, Ning Rongrong, and the others, took a deep breath, and said, "Don't stand there, let's go to the council hall to talk."

The group moved to the council chamber.

The council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was spacious and bright, with sandalwood incense burning on a long table, its smoke curling upwards.

Ning Fengzhi took his seat in the main seat, with Bone Douluo Gu Rong sitting to his left and Sword Douluo Chen Xin sitting to his right.

Wang Teng, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong sat down in turn at the lower end of the table.

A disciple served hot tea, then bowed and withdrew, gently closing the door behind him.

Ning Fengzhi picked up his teacup, took a sip, looked at Chen Xin, and asked, "Uncle Jian, how have you been in the City of Slaughter lately?"

Chen Xin remained silent for a moment, seemingly organizing her thoughts.

He picked up the teacup, but didn't drink. Instead, he stared at the tea leaves floating in the cup with his bloodshot, sharp eyes, and slowly opened his mouth.

"I stayed there for more than a year, fighting my way through, becoming the new King of Slaughter, and also obtaining the Asura Divine Sword."

"The Asura Divine Sword?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong's brow twitched, and he asked curiously, "That is...?"

"It is the divine artifact of the Asura God."

Chen Xin calmly said, "I have accepted the test of the Asura God, which consisted of three levels."

"The first level is to awaken the killing domain in the midst of killing, and I have passed this step."

"The second level is wielding the Asura Divine Sword, and I have already passed that step."

"As for the third level..."

Chen Xin paused, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his lips, and said, "I'm afraid it won't work out."

Ning Fengzhi's hand tightened slightly, and he quickly asked, "Why?"

"Differences in ideology."

Chen Xin put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and looked out the window at the sunlit sky. He explained, “The path of the Asura God is pure slaughter, while I have cultivated the sword for so many years. Although my swordsmanship is fierce, deep down… what I seek has never been killing, but protection.”

"In the City of Slaughter, surrounded by blood, I just went with the flow and suppressed everything. The divine sword recognized its master, and I passed two of the tests."

"But once I leave the City of Slaughter, and the sunlight shines through, all I can think about is our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and all I can think about is you, Rongrong, and that kid Wang."

"The Asura Divine Sword sensed the 'protective' thought in my heart and began to reject me."

"Ugh--"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

After a long silence, Ning Fengzhi slowly spoke, "Uncle Jian, what is your current cultivation level...?"

"Level 99."

Chen Xin said, "Although the previous two tests did not make me a god, the improvement in my soul power was real."

"With the added power of the Asura Divine Sword in my hand, if we really got into a fight, I should be on par with that old geezer Qian Daoliu."

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, both with complex expressions in their eyes.

With his level 99 Dust Heart and the Asura Divine Sword, his combat power is among the best on the entire continent.

Yet, it is precisely this kind of peak expert who was rejected by the gods' test. It would be a lie to say that it is not a pity.

"Forget it, the matter of a divine position... it's a blessing if you have it, but you can't force it if you don't."

Ning Fengzhi comforted him, saying, "Tang Chen of Haotian Sect also reached this point back then, but in the end, he met the same fate."

"Uncle Jian, I'm already very grateful that you were able to escape unscathed."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong nodded, revealing a rare smile, and said, "Level ninety-nine, plus the Asura Divine Sword, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has gained another barrier."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin could only let out a sigh of frustration after hearing what the two were saying.

"By the way, Wang Teng, how are you guys doing?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Wang Teng and the other two.

"Dad, we went out together this time...and we even met..."

Ning Rongrong took the initiative and began to explain their trip.

After listening, Ning Fengzhi nodded repeatedly, saying with lingering fear, "You guys were taking too much risks, daring to go to the depths of the far north!"

"Alright, alright, Fengzhi, it's normal for young people to be proud and ambitious. Besides, they're back now, aren't they?"

Sword Douluo waved his hand with a smile.

"By the way, Uncle Ning, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, I'm already level 70!"

Chapter 473 The Choice of the Seventh Soul Ring

The scent of sandalwood had not yet dissipated in the council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Wang Teng stated that his soul power had reached level 70, and Sword Douluo accepted the task of helping him hunt for souls without hesitation.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jian."

Wang Teng stood up and bowed in thanks.

As soon as he finished expressing his gratitude, Ning Fengzhi clapped his hands and laughed. His laughter contained both his satisfaction with Chen Xin's initiative to volunteer and his high regard for Wang Teng.

"well!"

Ning Fengzhi said "good" twice and turned to look at the Bone Douluo Ancient Banyan.

"With Uncle Jian personally taking charge, I feel much more at ease."

"What do you think, Uncle Bone?"

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, sat upright in his chair, a hint of approval appearing on his usually stern face.

He stroked his beard and nodded slightly: "Old Man Chen is now at level ninety-nine and wields the Asura Divine Sword. Looking across the entire continent, you can count the number of people who can face him head-on on one hand."

"With him protecting Wang Teng as he hunts for the seventh spirit ring, there is absolutely no chance of failure."

Bone Douluo paused, then added, "However, the seventh spirit ring is related to a spirit master's martial spirit true form. We still need to carefully consider which spirit beast to choose and where to hunt it."

"We cannot act recklessly just because we are strong."

"Uncle Bone is right."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, then turned to Wang Teng and asked, "Wang Teng, have you made up your mind? What attribute do you plan to choose for your seventh spirit ring?"

Wang Teng sat up straight, his expression becoming much more serious.

“Uncle Ning,” Wang Teng’s voice was not loud, but it conveyed a sense of certainty after careful consideration, “I have been thinking about the seventh spirit ring for a while and have a preliminary idea of ​​what to do with it.”

"tell me the story."

Chen Xin picked up his teacup, adopting an attitude of attentive listening.

Wang Teng didn't rush to talk about spirit rings, but started with another topic: "When we were in Sunset Forest, Elder Dugu Bo told me about a method of internal alchemy."

"During this trip, following the methods he taught me, I have successfully condensed a soul core with both ice and fire attributes after several days of cultivation."

Upon hearing this, the three elders in the council hall all changed their expressions.

"A soul core? Or one with dual attributes?"

Ning Fengzhi was somewhat confused.

In this era, soul cores are not yet widespread, unlike during the time of Douluo Continent II: The Peerless Tang Sect.

"Uncle Ning, it's like this..."

So Wang Teng explained the matter of the soul core.

At the same time, Wang Teng stretched out his hands, palms facing up.

Two orbs of light slowly emerged in his palms: in his left hand was a dark blue, chilling light that pierced the bone, even causing the moisture in the air to condense into tiny ice crystals; in his right hand was a blazing, crimson-gold flame that was intensely hot and emitted a terrifyingly high temperature.

Ice and fire bloomed simultaneously in Wang Teng's palm, yet they balanced each other and did not interfere with each other, as if a pair of sworn enemies who had been entangled for thousands of years had reached a strange tacit understanding in the palm of this young man.

Everyone in the hall could clearly see that the aura of intertwined icy coldness and intense heat was indeed proof that two extreme powers coexisted in the same body.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin put down his teacup, his gaze falling on Wang Teng's palms, his blood-red, sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

"it is good."

Chen Xin uttered only one word, but that word carried more weight than any lengthy discourse.

Wang Teng withdrew the light from his palm and continued, "Because I have the dual soul cores of ice and fire, my cultivation path will not follow a single path."

"Moreover, my second spirit ring is a fire-attribute Hu spirit ring."