Too Many Doubts—How Could There Be Such a Coincidence in the World?

Just moments ago, Chen Xin had returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and informed Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong that his grandfather Chen Xun's grave had been dug up.

Chen Xin sat off to one side, his hands clenched tightly around the armrests, his face as cold as frost.

At the thought that someone had not only dug up his grandfather's grave but also carved such humiliating words upon it, the fury in his heart threatened to erupt uncontrollably.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Chen Xin with a grave expression and said firmly,

"Uncle Jian, this is also a family matter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"I, Ning Fengzhi, will devote the full strength of the sect to finding the mastermind behind this, so that Sword Master may rest in peace."

Gu Rong beside him nodded as well. Though he and Chen Xin usually bickered constantly, when it came to something like this, Gu Rong would choose to help Chen Xin even at the cost of his life.

"Thank you, Sect Master."

Chen Xin thanked Ning Fengzhi.

Just then,

A spy rushed into the meeting hall in a panic, looking exceptionally nervous.

"Sect Master, two Elders, a world-shaking event took place in Spirit City not long ago."

The spy spoke in an especially hurried tone.

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, looking puzzled.

"Spirit City?"

"What happened?"

The spy quickly reported everything that had happened in Spirit City.

"An old man in gray robes challenged Spirit Hall alone. Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, Spirit Hall's two great Titled Douluo, fought him, only to be defeated by a single sword strike!"

"Not only that, Spirit Hall later sent out two Titled Douluo whose Soul Power had reached Level 96, yet they were still no match for that gray-robed old man!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi immediately rose to his feet, his expression filled with shock.

"Such a thing happened?"

Gu Rong and Chen Xin were equally stunned.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo were both veteran Level 95 Titled Douluo, and they even possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Yet even so, they could not withstand a single sword strike from their opponent?

"Those two Level 96 Titled Douluo must have come from the Worship Hall rumored to exist within Spirit Hall, correct?"

A sharp glint appeared in Chen Xin's eyes.

Only a very small number of people on the continent knew about the Worship Hall.

"To defeat two Level 96 worshippers from the Worship Hall alone, just what realm has that gray-robed old man reached?"

Gu Rong's voice trembled faintly. He simply could not imagine how powerful that person was.

Every worshipper in the Worship Hall was an immensely powerful existence. With his strength, he would undoubtedly lose against any one of the seven great worshippers.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the spy with an extremely serious expression and hurriedly asked,

"Do you have any information on that gray-robed old man?"

"If we can recruit him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, our sect's strength will surely rise to another level."

Gu Rong and Chen Xin nodded as well.

Faced with Ning Fengzhi's questioning, the expression on the spy's face flickered slightly, and his gaze involuntarily shifted toward Chen Xin.

"We have yet to uncover any information related to that gray-robed old man. However, he possesses a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring..."

A Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring?

That narrowed the possibilities considerably.

There were not many Soul Masters on the continent who possessed Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings.

However,

What the spy said next left all three of them completely unsettled.

The spy looked at Chen Xin and slowly said,

"And... and that person's Martial Soul seemed to be the Seven Kill Sword."

Boom!

Those words set off a deafening roar in all three of their minds!

Especially Chen Xin.

The moment he heard the words "Seven Kill Sword," his body moved on its own as he rushed before the spy.

"What did you say?!"

"His Martial Soul is the Seven Kill Sword?"

"How is that possible?"

Even Chen Xin's voice trembled.

Startled by Chen Xin suddenly rushing up to him, the spy swallowed and quickly explained,

"I have seen Elder Jian's Seven Kill Sword before. I should not be mistaken."

The spy's words made Chen Xin's mind go completely blank.

"The Seven Kill Sword... impossible..."

Gu Rong walked over to Chen Xin and placed a hand on his shoulder, asking in confusion,

"Coward, isn't your Seven Kill Sword passed down through a single line?"

"Could the Chen Clan have some blood relatives elsewhere?"

Chen Xin thought carefully about Gu Rong's words, then shook his head.

"That is absolutely impossible."

"I cultivated under my father from a young age and never heard of any other blood relatives."

Gu Rong stroked his chin, his face full of seriousness.

"Then this is strange. A Titled Douluo with a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring, one we have never heard of before—the odds of that are lower than the odds of Coward breaking through to Level 99."

"Perhaps his Martial Soul is merely a mutated Martial Soul that closely resembles Coward's Seven Kill Sword..."

Just as the two were perplexed,

Ning Fengzhi's brows were tightly furrowed, as though he were struggling to think of something.

Suddenly,

A strange light flashed deep in Ning Fengzhi's eyes as he muttered,

"Could it be..."

Chen Xin turned and noticed Ning Fengzhi's unusual expression, then slowly asked,

"Sect Master, have you discovered something?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded and slowly said,

"Yes, but I am not certain."

"Uncle Jian, do you remember what you said earlier?"

"Sword Master's grave was dug up..."

In an instant,

Chen Xin's body shuddered violently, and a flash of horror passed through his eyes.

"Fengzhi, you mean?"

Ning Fengzhi turned to look out the window, his expression grave.

"I have never believed that something comes from nothing."

"Sword Master's grave was just dug up, and then a Titled Douluo appeared with a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring and the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul..."

"Could there truly be such a coincidence in this world?"

Chen Xin fell silent.

Indeed,

It was too much of a coincidence.

His grandfather Chen Xun matched every trait of that gray-robed old man.

But that was impossible.

Back then, he had personally seen his grandfather's body and watched him be buried.

For all these years, he had never once stopped visiting his grave.

Could someone who had been dead for decades suddenly come back to life?

From Chen Xin's perspective,

No matter how closely that person matched his grandfather's traits, he could never be his grandfather.

If that gray-robed old man truly was his grandfather, then why had he not come to see him first after being resurrected?

Chen Xin could not understand it.

Ning Fengzhi slowly walked toward Chen Xin and said calmly,

"Uncle Jian, once all impossible answers have been eliminated, no matter how absurd the one remaining answer may be, I am willing to believe it."

"Moreover, the ancient records of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect state that resurrecting the dead is not impossible."

"It is simply a level beyond what you and I can reach."

Gu Rong could no longer stand it and spoke directly.

"Why think so much about it?"

"Seeing is believing. Didn't that gray-robed old man say he would continue challenging Spirit Hall another day?"

"When he appears next time, why not go to Spirit City and meet him directly?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded and slowly said,

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone is right. I will immediately send people to keep a close watch on Spirit Hall. The moment there is any information about that gray-robed old man, they will report back."

"Mm."

Chen Xin summoned the Seven Kill Sword, his expression dazed.

Grandfather...

Is it really you?