Truly Unique

Although Jiang He had guessed Ye Lingling's thoughts, since she did not say anything, he could not be bothered to ask.

Over the next few days, Jiang He's life returned to its previous routine. Every morning, he cultivated his Spiritual Power; in the afternoon, he tempered his body in the Gravity Training Room, then cultivated his Soul Power. Once home, he studied the remaining forms of the Six Styles.

At present, Jiang He could skillfully use both Moonwalk and Shave, but he had only barely begun to grasp Iron Body, Tempest Kick, and Finger Pistol.

After a year of research, Jiang He had mastered the correct Soul Power circulation routes for every technique in the Six Styles except Paper Drawing.

However, only Moonwalk and Shave could be considered proficient enough for use in battle.

Jiang He was still extremely unskilled with the remaining forms.

Take Iron Body, for example. Although he could barely use it, its Soul Power circulation route covered most of the meridians in his body, resulting in an enormous drain on Soul Power. When he had first succeeded in circulating it, Jiang He had even wondered whether this was truly the most suitable Soul Power circulation route.

The Soul Power consumption when using it was like floodwaters pouring through an opened dam. It was simply too exaggerated.

As for Tempest Kick and Finger Pistol, those two were even worse. Either their lethality was far too low when used—

—or they were powerful enough, but consumed too much Soul Power. At the same time, the meridians they passed through would ache sharply. Clearly, the impact of the Soul Power was too great and had damaged his meridians.

Jiang He had once asked the system to analyze this situation.

After a round of analysis and deduction, the system merely left him with one sentence: [Practice diligently.]

Since even the system had said so, Jiang He could only practice day after day and strive to master those three Soul Skills as soon as possible.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

During those seven days, Dugu Bo came to see Jiang He once and tossed him a gift box, telling him to bring it to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

When Jiang He asked Dugu Bo why he was not going, Dugu Bo merely said meaningfully:

"Other than the coming-of-age ceremonies of sect heirs, the ceremonies for the other children are generally called family banquets. Aside from those who usually have dealings with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, hardly anyone attends.

"You brat, make sure to perform well. As for this old man, I will not go join in the fun."

After getting up, Jiang He washed up and changed into a new outfit.

He had originally wanted to fly to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with the Dark Gold Scaled Wing and make a dashing entrance, but his Spiritual Power detected a carriage waiting outside the courtyard, along with disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect beside it.

After thinking it over, Jiang He decided to save himself a set of clothes and chose to take the carriage to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Upon arriving outside the sect, Jiang He ran into Xue Qinghe, who had also come to attend the coming-of-age ceremony.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded to one another before entering the sect together.

The moment they entered the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the disciple at the entrance loudly announced:

"His Highness the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire has arrived!"

"Jiang He, disciple of Poison Douluo, has arrived!"

The busy disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect all turned to look at them upon hearing this, their expressions varying greatly.

Under the guidance of a disciple leading the way, the two arrived at a banquet hall.

By then, quite a few people had gathered in the banquet hall. All were nobles and aristocrats of considerable renown within the Heaven Dou Empire.

The two were brought directly to the seats of honor at the head of the hall.

The other nobles and aristocrats in the banquet hall all revealed surprised expressions at this sight.

Naturally, they recognized Xue Qinghe. He was the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire and also the disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master. With such status, no one found it strange that he was seated at the place of honor.

But Jiang He was far too unfamiliar to these people.

Although Jiang He's name had already spread among the upper ranks of top factions such as the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and Spirit Hall—

—to everyone else, Jiang He was an unfamiliar face.

The nobles and aristocrats sized Jiang He up, occasionally exchanging looks with one another.

Yet after discussing it for quite some time, no one managed to uncover any useful information.

Just then, Ning Fengzhi appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall.

He held Ning Rongrong's small hand, with Chen Xin and Gu Rong following behind him.

Ning Rongrong's bright, round eyes swept across everyone in the banquet hall, filled with curiosity.

When she spotted Jiang He in the seat of honor, Ning Rongrong's face immediately fell.

Over the past year or so, she had met Jiang He several times, but each time, he had left a rather poor impression on her.

Yet whenever she wanted to throw a tantrum, either Gu Rong or Chen Xin would stop her.

Even after returning to the sect, her father would scold her over it.

So she blamed all this "grievance" on Jiang He.

Under everyone's gaze, Ning Fengzhi led Ning Rongrong slowly to the main seat.

Looking at the people below, he smiled and said, "Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend the coming-of-age ceremony of my son, Ning Yi. Here, I offer you all a toast."

As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi raised his wine cup toward the crowd below, then drained it in one gulp.

Seeing this, everyone else likewise raised their cups and emptied them.

After finishing his cup, Ning Fengzhi looked toward Jiang He and asked softly, "Senior Dugu did not come with you?"

Jiang He shook his head with a smile. "My teacher is preparing to enter seclusion for cultivation and has no time to spare. I hope Sect Master Ning will forgive him."

After a brief pause, Jiang He took out the gift box Dugu Bo had given him earlier and said, "This is the coming-of-age gift my teacher prepared for your son. Please accept it."

"Senior Dugu is most thoughtful."

Ning Fengzhi replied with a smile.

He then waved his hand. A disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect beside him walked over to Jiang He, accepted the gift box with both hands, and handed it to Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi glanced at the gift box before him, then raised his head and said to the people below, "Allow me to introduce him to you all. This is the disciple of Senior Dugu, Poison Douluo."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately regarded Jiang He with much greater importance.

The disciple of a Title Douluo—this identity carried considerable weight.

"So he is Poison Douluo's disciple. No wonder he is such a fine-looking talent."

"Such a peerless genius truly comes from an illustrious lineage!"

"A renowned teacher produces an outstanding disciple. Might I ask whether this young friend is married?"

"This old man has a daughter around your age. Would you be willing to get acquainted with her?"

"..."

Everyone spoke over one another. Since Jiang He's appearance made him look nothing like a child, they all assumed he was an adult and directly began asking about his marital status.

Hearing their words, Jiang He could not help twitching the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly coughed.

"Ahem!"

Once he had drawn everyone's attention, Ning Fengzhi said, "Everyone, Jiang He is only seven years old this year."

Everyone: ???

Everyone stared at Jiang He's robust build in the seat of honor, their minds going blank.

What the hell? How old did you say he was?

This was fucking seven years old??

The atmosphere in the hall became inexplicably awkward for a moment.

"Hahaha, Poison Douluo's beloved disciple truly is... truly is an exceptional talent!"

"Indeed, he truly is... well... quite extraordinary."

After forcing out a few compliments, everyone looked at Jiang He with increasingly strange expressions.

Seven years old??? Was that really possible?