The Previous Generation's Sword Douluo

Clang! Faruzan's hand rapped against Ning Rongrong's head.

"Ouch! Teacher Faruzan, why did you hit me?"

"Are you that eager to be hung up on the Sky Screen? Do you think you can handle being picked apart by it?"

Ning Rongrong imagined her past deeds being exposed on the Sky Screen and immediately shook her head like a rattle; she didn't want to suffer social death just yet.

"No! No!"

"Then get back to drawing your star charts honestly. If your homework isn't finished, you aren't allowed to watch the Sky Screen."

"Yes!"

Ning Rongrong was already starting to regret choosing the Rtawahist, but unfortunately, it was too late for regrets.

Above on the Sky Screen, after Ning Fengzhi finished displaying the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda martial soul, the scene shifted, and the atmosphere suddenly turned oppressive.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes widened instantly; others might not know, but he remembered that day clearly—the day his father, Chen Jianjun, met his end.

On the Sky Screen, an old man who looked eighty percent like Chen Xin stood in a standoff against Qian Daoliu, who had spread his six wings.

"Chen Jianjun, you should know very well that with your current strength, you are no match for me. Do you still insist on this?"

"My time is running out. I have spent my entire life pursuing the pinnacle of the sword path. Even if I die today, I must attempt to break through these shackles."

Qian Daoliu said no more and drew the Angel Holy Sword, while Chen Jianjun gripped the Seven Kill Sword, his sword intent condensing to its absolute limit.

In Martial Soul City, watching the scene on the Sky Screen, Qian Daoliu also fell into memories; Chen Jianjun was one of the few people he truly respected.

Compared to Chen Jianjun, this generation's Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, was far inferior—not just in strength, but in his dedication to the sword path.

Having become the guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda, he was destined to never fully devote himself to the sword.

The Sky Screen continued, with Qian Daoliu unfurling his Angel Domain and Chen Jianjun countering with his Seven Kill Domain. Several exchanges of blows made Chen Jianjun feel the pressure.

At the same time, it made him realize that to break his shackles, he had to stake everything on one final gamble.

"Seven Kill Sword Art!"

Chen Jianjun's nine soul rings instantly merged into the blade of the Seven Kill Sword, and in a single moment, he slashed out nine "Kill" characters toward Qian Daoliu.

Facing this desperate strike from Chen Jianjun, Qian Daoliu showed him sufficient respect.

"Ninth Soul Skill: Angel's Breath!"

A massive phantom of the Angel God appeared behind Qian Daoliu, and a powerful golden light descended, instantly melting the nine "Kill" characters Chen Jianjun had unleashed.

Qian Daoliu had no intention of killing him, but even the mere shockwave of the ninth soul skill was too much for Chen Jianjun, who was already at the end of his rope.

However, in his dying moments, Chen Jianjun's sword intent underwent a complete transformation, allowing his soul power level to break through to level 99.

He was very close to death at that point, but achieving the breakthrough before passing on left him satisfied.

After leaving Chen Xin with the instruction, "Do not seek revenge," Chen Jianjun's sword intent pierced the heavens, and his body dissipated along with that intent.

Few in this era knew of Chen Jianjun, so this exposure on the Sky Screen could be considered a way to make his name known.

Ouyang Kong held great respect for martyrs like Chen Jianjun; by comparison, Chen Xin fell quite short.

The Sky Screen shifted to Chen Xin, who was also performing the Seven Kill Sword Art, yet he could only manage to slash out seven "Kill" characters at most.

With Chen Jianjun's brilliance preceding him, Chen Xin appeared somewhat dull and lackluster.

"Father, I have failed your expectations. Even now, I have yet to grasp the true meaning of the sword path or reach the heights you attained."

Chen Xin knelt before the Sky Screen, his face full of guilt, leaving Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong at a loss for words.

Ouyang Kong sat with Nahida, Qian Daoliu, and Qian Renxue. Qian Daoliu tentatively inquired about the possibility of Martial Soul Hall merging into the Akademiya, but Ouyang Kong did not answer directly, offering only four words: "Let nature take its course."

"Grand Elder, in your memory, are there others as brilliant and talented as Chen Jianjun?"

"There are few people worth remembering, and even fewer like Chen Jianjun. If we are talking about geniuses, Tang Chen might be a step above, though I do not know where he is now."

"Tang Chen? Perhaps the Sky Screen will expose his affairs soon, and at that time, your own affairs will be exposed alongside him."

Qian Daoliu's expression stiffened, and he gave an awkward laugh; the fact that they had both fallen for Bo Saixi was indeed quite embarrassing to have exposed.

The protagonist of the Sky Screen changed to Bone Douluo Gu Rong, but unfortunately, there was nothing special about him; it simply showcased his ninth soul skill, Bone Transformation Divine Dragon, and then ended.

"Old Sword Man, this Sky Screen is too biased. We are both guardian Douluos, so why is my content so sparse while yours is so extensive?"

"That only proves I am better than you. Fengzhi, from now on, I may spend more time delving into the sword path. As for protecting you, let the old bone handle it."

"Uncle Jian, I understand. These years have delayed you."

Chen Xin shook his head.

"This was my own choice; I cannot blame anyone else."

Chen Xin watched the Sky Screen as it dimmed, but he clearly remembered the heaven-piercing sword intent displayed after Chen Jianjun's death.

After the Sky Screen faded, it shifted to a montage—a rapid sequence showing the growth of a young girl.

That girl was naturally Ning Rongrong, and the pen she had been using to draw her star charts dropped to the floor.

Those images contained quite a few of her dark secrets, such as pranking her own brother, dressing up as a beggar to run away from home, and so on...

Recalling these things to herself was one thing, but having them exposed was nothing short of a public execution.

"Ah! Why did it have to be like this? My image—it's completely ruined!"

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing both smiled amusedly.

"I never expected Rongrong to have a side like that, but I'm also quite envious of her. At the very least, her family's bond is truly wonderful."

Thinking of her own situation, Zhu Zhuqing's expression involuntarily dimmed.

On the Sky Screen, the footage of Ning Rongrong ended after her admission into the Rtawahist of the Akademiya, immediately followed by the Sky Screen's evaluation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

[Orderly succession, playing to strengths while avoiding weaknesses, securing a position among the Upper Three Sects as a support-type sect with extraordinary capabilities.]

[High-level combat power is bolstered by two loyal Sect-Protecting Douluo, compensating for the inherent weakness in personal combat strength.]

[The descendants get along harmoniously, which is commendable, though the excessive pampering of the youngest daughter, Ning Rongrong, has led to her being spoiled and arrogant.]

[The shackles of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda martial soul remain a major drawback, and with the two Sect-Protecting Douluo gradually aging without successors to take their place, a massive crisis looms.]

[In summary, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is ranked ninth.]

Ning Fengzhi watched the Sky Screen, acknowledging that everything it said was correct. However, now that he had allowed the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda to latch onto the Akademiya, these issues were no longer problems.

His martial soul had already evolved, and he believed that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would surely grow more prosperous with each passing day.

"My gratitude to the Great Lord Blessed One of Wisdom, Mahakusaladhamma!"