Previous Generation's Sword Douluo

Clang! Faruzan's hand smacked Ning Rongrong on the head.

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

"Do you want to end up on the Sky Screen? Do you think you could handle having the Sky Screen dig up your past?"

Ning Rongrong imagined her past being exposed on the Sky Screen. She shook her head like a rattling drum, not wanting to die of embarrassment.

"No! No!"

"Then get back to drawing your star chart. You can't watch the Sky Screen until you've finished your assignment."

"Yes!"

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

After Ning Fengzhi finished displaying the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul on the Sky Screen, the scene changed. The atmosphere on the screen suddenly grew oppressive.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes widened. Others might not have known, but he had never forgotten that day: the day his father, Chen Jianjun, died pursuing the Way.

On the Sky Screen, an old man who looked almost exactly like Chen Xin faced off against Qian Daoliu, whose six wings were spread wide.

"Chen Jianjun, you should know very well that with your current strength, you're no match for me. Are you still going to persist?"

"I don't have much time left. I've spent my whole life pursuing the pinnacle of the sword. Today, even if it means death, I must try to break through the shackles."

Qian Daoliu said no more and brought forth the Angel Holy Sword. Chen Jianjun gripped the Seven Kill Sword, the sword intent around him honed to its limit.

Watching the Sky Screen in Spirit City, Qian Daoliu was also lost in memories. Chen Jianjun had been one of the few people he truly respected.

The Sword Douluo of this generation, Chen Xin, was far behind Chen Jianjun—not only in strength, but also in the Way of the Sword.

As the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's protector Douluo, he was fated to be unable to devote himself wholeheartedly to the sword.

The scene on the Sky Screen continued. Qian Daoliu unleashed the Angel Domain, and Chen Jianjun met it with the Seven Kill Domain. After several exchanges, Chen Jianjun felt the pressure mounting.

At the same time, he understood that the only way to break through the shackles was to stake everything on a single throw.

"Seven Kill Sword Art!"

Chen Jianjun's nine Soul Rings instantly merged into the Seven Kill Sword. In the same instant, he slashed out nine "kill" characters that surged toward Qian Daoliu.

Facing Chen Jianjun's desperate strike, Qian Daoliu showed it the respect it deserved.

"Ninth Soul Skill: Angel's Breath!"

The enormous phantom of the Angel God appeared behind Qian Daoliu. A mighty golden radiance poured down, melting the nine "kill" characters Chen Jianjun had slashed out.

Qian Daoliu had never intended to kill him, but even the aftershock of the Ninth Soul Skill proved too much for Chen Jianjun, who was already at the end of his strength.

However, at the brink of death, Chen Jianjun's sword intent completed its transformation, and his Soul Power Level broke through to 99.

He was already close to death, but completing his breakthrough before the end had satisfied him.

After telling Chen Xin, "Don't seek revenge," Chen Jianjun's sword intent shot through the heavens, and his body vanished along with it.

Few people in this age still knew the name Chen Jianjun. The Sky Screen's exposure had at least made him famous.

Ouyang Kong respected a martyr like Chen Jianjun. Chen Xin, by comparison, fell far short.

The scene on the Sky Screen now shifted to Chen Xin. He performed the same Seven Kill Sword Art, but could only slash out seven "kill" characters at most.

With Chen Jianjun's flawless example before him, Chen Xin seemed rather dull by comparison.

"Father, I've let you down. Even now, I still haven't grasped the true meaning of the sword or reached the heights you attained."

Chen Xin fell to his knees before the Sky Screen, his face full of guilt. Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong didn't know what to say.

Ouyang Kong, Nahida, Qian Daoliu, and Qian Renxue were sitting together. Qian Daoliu tentatively asked whether the Spirit Hall might merge with the Akademiya. Ouyang Kong didn't answer directly, offering only four words: "Let nature take its course."

"Great Enshrined, in your memories, were there others as astonishingly gifted as Chen Jianjun?"

"There aren't many people who are remembered, and even fewer like Chen Jianjun. As for geniuses, Tang Chen may have been even more exceptional. I just don't know where he is now."

"Tang Chen? Perhaps the Sky Screen will reveal his story soon. When it does, your own story will be exposed too."

Qian Daoliu's expression stiffened. He gave an awkward smile. The revelation that they had both fallen for Bo Saixi was indeed rather embarrassing.

The focus of the Sky Screen shifted to Bone Douluo Gu Rong. Unfortunately, there was nothing unusual about him. It merely showed his Ninth Soul Skill, Bone Transformation Divine Dragon, and then ended.

"Old Swordstick, this Sky Screen is way too biased! We're both protector Douluos, so why is there so little about me and so much about you?"

"That just proves I'm better than you. Fengzhi, from now on, I may spend more time studying the Way of the Sword. Let the old bonehead protect you."

"Uncle Jian, I understand. I've held you back all these years."

Chen Xin shook his head.

"This was my own choice. No one else is to blame."

Chen Xin watched the Sky Screen. It had already gone dark, but he clearly remembered the sword intent that had shot into the heavens after Chen Jianjun's death.

After the Sky Screen faded, it showed another rapid montage: a girl's journey from childhood to adulthood.

The girl was, of course, Ning Rongrong. The pen she had been using to draw her star chart slipped from her hand and hit the floor.

Many of the scenes showed her embarrassing past: playing pranks on her older brother, dressing up as a beggar and running away from home, and so on...

It was fine to reminisce about those things in private, but having them exposed was like being publicly executed.

"Ah! Why did this happen? My image—it's ruined!"

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing both smiled.

"I never knew Rongrong had a side like that. But I do envy her. At least her family really gets along."

Thinking of her own family, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but grow dejected.

On the Sky Screen, Ning Rongrong's scenes ended when she joined the Akademiya's Rtawahist. Next came the Sky Screen's evaluation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

[An orderly legacy, making the most of its strengths and avoiding its weaknesses; an auxiliary sect that ranks among the Upper Three Sects, with outstanding abilities]

[Its high-level strength includes two loyal protector Douluos, making up for its lack of combat power]

[The younger generation gets along harmoniously, which is commendable. However, the youngest daughter, Ning Rongrong, is overly indulged, making her spoiled and arrogant]

[The limitations of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul are a major weakness. The two protector Douluos are growing old, and with no outstanding successors to take over, this is also a major crisis]

[In summary, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ranks ninth]

Ning Fengzhi looked at the Sky Screen and had to admit that everything it said was true. But now that he had secured the Akademiya's support for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, none of those things would be a problem.

His Martial Soul had already evolved, and he believed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would only grow stronger from here on.

"Thank you, Blessed One of Wisdom, Mahakusaladhamma!"