The Heavy Sword Has No Edge, Great Skill Appears Unskilled

"Xiao Xuan, if you awakened an exceptionally powerful Martial Soul, what would you want to do?"

Ning Fengzhi spoke as though hinting at something.

"Perhaps inherit the family business? Or contend for dominion over the world?" Tang Xuan's words were equally meaningful.

Six years ago, he had transmigrated into the body of a descendant of a direct disciple of the Clear Sky Sect.

He had thought he would awaken the Clear Sky Hammer and suppress an entire generation.

But the great battle that forced the Clear Sky Sect to seal off its mountain soon arrived as well.

His parents died in battle.

The others considered Tang Xuan a burden.

So they abandoned Tang Xuan in the wilderness, leaving him to fend for himself.

Just as Tang Xuan was about to die in a beast's jaws,

Sword Douluo Chen Xin descended like a divine soldier from heaven.

With a casual wave, he smashed the beast about to devour Tang Xuan into a pulp.

Chen Xin was the Guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Clear Sky Sect were rivals, he truly could not bear to watch an infant less than a month old die such an untimely death.

Thus, he took it upon himself to bring Tang Xuan back to the sect and raise him as his own until now.

Perhaps because of their positions,

the Sword Bone Tower trio merely named Tang Xuan Tang Xuan.

Yet they had always concealed his origins from him.

Little did they know that Tang Xuan was a transmigrator born with early wisdom.

He had long since learned the truth of his own background.

"Inherit the family business..." Ning Fengzhi murmured, his gaze shifting between light and shadow as though he were calculating something.

Seeing this,

Tang Xuan could not help but sneer inwardly.

He could tell with his ass that once he awakened the Clear Sky Hammer,

Ning Fengzhi would either refuse to nurture Tang Xuan,

or plan to control Tang Xuan, thereby controlling the Clear Sky Sect.

As for Ning Fengzhi, Tang Xuan's assessment was that he had wisdom when wisdom was needed, vision when vision was needed, and methods when methods were needed. He was practically good at everything.

Yet his merchant's nature of being overly calculating greatly diminished the experience of getting along with him.

Tang Xuan had been saved and raised by Sword Douluo Chen Xin. How was that any different from being his true grandson?

If Ning Fengzhi intended to scheme against him merely because Tang Xuan was an abandoned child of the Clear Sky Sect,

then Ning Fengzhi would truly have wronged Tang Hao's praise of him as "a man of great talent."

"Enough. We can discuss this later. Let's awaken Rong Rong and Xiao Xuan's Martial Souls first." Chen Xin spoke with a cold expression on his baby-smooth face.

As Chen Xin's Old Partner,

both Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo knew very well that this was a sign of Chen Xin's displeasure.

Ning Fengzhi immediately abandoned his thoughts. Tang Xuan was a minor matter; angering his Uncle Jian would be a truly major problem.

"What are you all talking about so mysteriously? Sword Grandpa, hurry up and awaken Rong Rong's Martial Soul." The little loli Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks and shouted.

She was still too young to understand all the twists and turns involved.

Hearing his precious Granddaughter call out,

a smile appeared on Chen Xin's face. "All right, Grandpa will awaken it for you personally."

As he spoke,

Chen Xin waved his hand, and the vast Soul Power of Level 96 surged from his body.

Strands of it seeped into Ning Rongrong's body.

As for an awakening formation? That was something only low-level awakening masters needed.

At Chen Xin's level, an awakening formation was completely useless.

As the Soul Power surged, seven-colored light emerged in Ning Rongrong's hand.

Just as expected, it was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, with Innate Level 9 Soul Power.

"Level 9?" Ning Fengzhi sprang to his feet in alarm.

According to common knowledge on the Douluo Continent, it was impossible for a Support System Soul Master to possess Innate Full Soul Power.

In other words, an Innate Level 9 Support System Soul Master was equivalent to an ordinary battle Spirit Master with Innate Full Soul Power.

"Perhaps Rong Rong will be the one to break the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's shackles." Ning Fengzhi sighed softly.

The goal he had pursued for his entire life might finally appear in his own daughter.

"Xiao Xuan, it's your turn." Chen Xin's gaze was filled with complex emotions.

Without any surprises, Tang Xuan's Martial Soul could only be the Clear Sky Hammer.

But when that time came,

he would likely lose Tang Xuan, the Grandson into whom he had poured all his love and care.

Tang Xuan keenly noticed Chen Xin's abnormality, but he said nothing.

It was not because he truly wanted to return to the Clear Sky Sect and acknowledge his ancestors.

Rather, in his heart, he had long regarded Chen Xin as his real Grandpa, his only true Grandpa.

A thousand words were not as direct as a single action.

"Grandpa, begin." Tang Xuan half-closed his eyes and took a deep breath to conceal his nervousness.

Though he was a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, his Martial Soul might not necessarily be the Clear Sky Hammer.

If he awakened some trash Martial Soul, no amount of talking would be useful.

Chen Xin also composed himself and repeated the awakening process from before.

As Soul Power seeped into Tang Xuan's body,

in an instant,

rings of clashing metal echoed throughout the hall.

They were accompanied by an incomparably heavy, scorching aura.

Sigh... It really is the Clear Sky Hammer.

The Sword Bone Tower trio sighed inwardly at the same time.

Such an aura perfectly matched every characteristic of the Clear Sky Hammer.

But as the Soul Power reached a certain critical point,

a strange weapon, resembling both a rod and a sword, appeared in Tang Xuan's hand.

Before Tang Xuan could even grip it tightly, it crashed to the ground with a boom.

Seeing Tang Xuan's strained expression, its extraordinary weight was obvious.

"It's not the Clear Sky Hammer? What Martial Soul is this?" Chen Xin was greatly shocked, yet waves of delight also rose within him.

As long as Tang Xuan's Martial Soul was not the Clear Sky Hammer,

there was a chance he could keep Tang Xuan's origins hidden forever.

That way, he would not lose his precious Grandson.

"Th-this is the Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword?" Tang Xuan's heart pounded like a drum, and uncontrollable joy welled up within him.

The Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword was the weapon of Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai.

Forged from meteorite iron that had fallen from the heavens, its blade was as black as ink and faintly emitted Red Light.

The sword possessed Black Hole Attraction and could absorb all Hidden Weapons under heaven!

It weighed a full eighty-one jin.

"A sword? You're saying it's a Sword Martial Soul?" Chen Xin's face was full of disbelief.

Other than having a shape similar to a sword, how did this thing resemble a sword in the slightest?

"Of course it's a sword, and a very powerful one at that." Tang Xuan's face flushed red as he used all his strength just to barely lift the Heavy Sword.

Yet waves of lofty spirit rose in his heart.

With the Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword, who would still want the Clear Sky Hammer?

"But as a sword, it has no blade. How can it hurt anyone?" Chen Xin studied it carefully but could not make sense of it.

Tang Xuan smiled faintly. "The Heavy Sword Has No Edge, Great Skill Appears Unskilled. No matter how exquisite your Sword Skills are, I shall break them with sheer force."

The moment those words were spoken,

Chen Xin's Tiger Body shook violently three times.

It was as though thunder exploded in his mind.

Suddenly,

Chen Xin's Momentum abruptly changed.

All of his former sharpness withdrew into his body.

Bone Douluo's pupils abruptly contracted. He discovered that he could no longer see through Chen Xin.

Though he had been unable to see through him before, he had at least retained a faint sense of him.

But now, Chen Xin standing before him seemed like nothing more than an ordinary old man next door.

There was absolutely nothing unusual about him.

"You old bastard, you... broke through to Level 97?" Bone Douluo asked, his lips trembling.

Chen Xin gave a bitter smile. "How could it be that easy? I merely touched upon a trace of an opportunity. To break through, it will take at least five to ten years."

It had only been a few years since he broke through to Level 96, and he had not even accumulated enough Soul Power yet.

Breaking through remained a long and arduous task.

Seeing him like this made Bone Douluo furious.

He had been stuck at Level 95 for nearly twenty years without seeing the slightest opportunity for a breakthrough.

If that opportunity were given to him, he would probably laugh even in his dreams.

"The Heavy Sword Has No Edge, Great Skill Appears Unskilled." Chen Xin savored the words with lingering fascination. "Just eight words, yet they contain the way of the sword... No, they contain the truth of Great Dao Simplicity. Xiao Xuan, you were truly born for the sword."