Twin Martial Souls, Seven Killings Glazed Pagoda!

Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!

Today, Ning Fengzhi appeared somewhat nervous and expectant during the spirit awakening ceremony, for this was the awakening ceremony for his eldest son.

Before the magic array stood a little boy of about six years old, dressed in a black martial outfit.

He cautiously scrutinized the awakening array already drawn on the ground, his small face filled with skepticism that screamed, "Is this thing even reliable?"

"Dad," the boy tugged at Ning Fengzhi's sleeve.

"Is the procedure for this awakening ceremony standardized? Is the energy output stable? Have there been any accidents in history? For example... cases where the spirit awakening failed, the spirit power went berserk, or something strange was awakened that sucked the host dry?"

The corners of Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

That's right, this was his eldest son, Ning Xiaochun.

Ever since the child could run, jump, and talk, his life motto seemed to consist of only two words: play it safe.

He was afraid of choking while eating, so he chewed every bite thirty-six times; he was afraid of choking on water, so he used a special cup with a filter; he insisted on having at least two guards follow him whenever he went out, and the route had to be cleared and inspected in advance.

"Xiaochun," Ning Fengzhi tried to make his voice sound gentle and encouraging; it was the composure he maintained as a father.

"This is the most orthodox awakening ceremony, presided over by your father personally, with Uncle Bone and Uncle Sword guarding the perimeter. It is foolproof; you only need to relax your mind and sense the energy."

"Foolproof..." Ning Xiaochun muttered softly, "Statistically, absolute probability doesn't exist. Once a low-probability event occurs, it is a one-hundred-percent disaster for the individual, Dad."

Ning Fengzhi finally couldn't help it; he raised a hand to rub his brow and sighed.

"...Let's begin."

He didn't give his son another chance to elaborate, releasing a hint of his spirit power to light up the array.

Ning Xiaochun only felt a warmth surround his body as a gentle, strange power rose from beneath his feet, flowing through his limbs and bones before finally converging at the spot between his dantian and lower abdomen. He closed his eyes instinctively.

Was he nervous? Actually, he was fine.

After all, he, Ning Xiaochun, was a man with a cheat, literally.

He was not a soul native to this world. Although his memories of his previous life were blurry, he still had the self-awareness of a "transmigrator."

Being reborn into the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and becoming the young master of the world's wealthiest sect was a perfect starting hand.

As long as he didn't act recklessly, a life of wealth, prosperity, and peace was guaranteed.

"I hope I awaken a powerful spirit..."

Just as his thoughts drifted, the warm current in his body suddenly surged, and a strong throb and heat radiated from the palm of his left hand!

"Hum..."

A clear, resonant hum echoed, and in an instant, seven-colored light bloomed from Ning Xiaochun's left palm, illuminating the entire hall.

As the light receded, a crystal-clear, seven-storied glazed pagoda about a foot tall floated quietly above his palm.

The pagoda body shimmered with red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple treasures, exquisite and beautiful, exuding a pure and auspicious aura.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda!" an elder couldn't help but exclaim.

A brilliance never seen before erupted in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, his scholarly face flushing slightly with excitement.

He clenched his fists tightly. It was the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda! And it was so solid, the colors so pure!

This meant his son, Ning Xiaochun, had perfectly inherited the direct lineage spirit of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect! The sect's legacy was secure!

However, before the joy on the faces of Ning Fengzhi and the elders could fully bloom, another anomaly occurred!

A completely different wave of power exploded from the palm of Ning Xiaochun's right hand!

"Huh?" Ning Xiaochun was stunned himself, instinctively opening his right hand.

There was no brilliant seven-colored light, only deep, gloomy radiance pouring out.

The light seemed to absorb the surrounding illumination, carrying complex and ominous hues of purple, gray, and dark red. Within the light, another glazed pagoda slowly rose.

This pagoda was also about a foot tall and had seven stories; its structure was somewhat similar to the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in his left hand, but its temperament was worlds apart.

The pagoda body was composed of deep, dark glaze, and as the light flowed, it seemed as if a viscous substance representing misfortune and decay was slowly squirming.

It floated there quietly, naturally exuding an aura that was heart-palpitating, unsettling, and even faintly repulsive.

"This... what is this?!"

The hall was instantly in an uproar. Even the well-informed Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had eyes filled with shock and astonishment.

"Twin spirits!" Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled with disbelief. He stepped forward quickly, his gaze locked onto the dark pagoda in Ning Xiaochun's right hand.

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and... this black pagoda? Xiaochun, can you sense its name and information?"

Ning Xiaochun was also in a daze at this moment, but he moved his mind, attempting to communicate with the dark pagoda in his right hand.

A cold, obscure, yet strangely attractive stream of information flooded his mind.

"...Seven Killings... Glazed Pagoda?" he muttered instinctively.

"Seven Killings Glazed Pagoda?" Ning Fengzhi frowned, thinking rapidly. He was well-read and had extensive knowledge of various spirit records on the continent, yet he had never heard of such a pagoda.

Looking at its form, it was clearly of the same origin as the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, but its attributes seemed... diametrically opposed?

"Killings" versus "Treasures"? One gathered auspiciousness and buffed allies; then was the other...

Just then, the elder presiding over the awakening ceremony handed the crystal ball used for testing spirit power to Ning Xiaochun, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Young Master, please test your innate spirit power."

"BOOM!"

A dazzling, brilliant light erupted from within the crystal ball, instantly filling the entire sphere.

The light was intense, steady, and flawless.

"In, innate full spirit power!!!"

The elder's exclamation cracked with intensity. The entire great hall fell into absolute silence for a moment, followed by an explosive roar of ecstatic jubilation!

"Twin spirits! Innate full spirit power!"

"Heaven bless our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect! Heaven bless our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!"

"Sect Master! Great joy! This is a great joy!"

Ning Fengzhi's body swayed, and he reached out to grip Ning Xiaochun's shoulders. The usually composed and steady Sect Master felt his eyes grow hot.

Twin spirits were a miracle seen only once in a century or even a millennium, and combined with innate full spirit power... it meant his son, Ning Xiaochun, possessed the most perfect talent to reach the pinnacle of the spirit master world!

The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect was about to welcome an unprecedentedly powerful leader!

Bone Douluo Gu Rong grinned, his face wrinkling into a heap of joy.

Although Sword Douluo Chen Xin kept his face straight, his tightly clenched fists and slightly trembling beard betrayed the same intense, ecstatic joy within him.

However, Ning Xiaochun, the center of the storm, did not show wild joy after his initial shock. Instead, his young face wore a subtle, complex expression mixed with disappointment and resignation.

He looked first at the shimmering, beloved Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in his left hand, then at the dark, gloomy Seven Killings Glazed Pagoda in his right, which seemed to scream "keep away."

Through the connection he had just felt, he roughly understood.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda buffed allies—pure support!

The Seven Killings Glazed Pagoda debuffed enemies—also pure support!

Twin spirits sounded incredibly badass, but what was the result? Not a single attack skill!

It was all about standing in the back waving flags or casting debuffs on others!

What did this mean? It meant that he, Ning Xiaochun, was destined to be a pure support-type spirit master for the rest of his life!

In a fight, he would always have to hide behind his teammates; when running away, he would have to rely on his teammates being capable or his own legs being quick. His life safety would be entirely dependent on the strength and loyalty of his teammates!

This was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the hot-blooded style he dreamed of—a single sword flash chilling nineteen provinces, or a single punch opening the gates of heaven!

Sigh...

Ning Xiaochun let out a long sigh in his heart. As expected, a perfect starting hand only meant you had good luck drawing cards; as for whether the deck suited your playstyle, the system didn't care.

But who was Ning Xiaochun? A transmigrator! And a transmigrator who made "stability" his number one priority in life! His disappointment lasted less than three seconds before he quickly adjusted his mindset.

So what if he was a support type?

What was wrong with hiding in the back?

Safety first!

The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect was wealthier than a nation; Ning Xiaochun was born to lie back and spend money.

As long as he was cautious enough, played it safe enough, hugged the thighs of Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa tightly, and found a few reliable, heavy-hitting teammates, wouldn't it be wonderful to live a life of luxury and splendor in peace?

Fighting? That was for brutes. A wise man should plan strategies in the tent and decide victory... from behind his teammates.

Having figured this out, Ning Xiaochun suddenly felt refreshed, and even the Seven Killings Glazed Pagoda in his right hand, which looked somewhat ominous, became much more pleasing to the eye.

Weakening the enemy was equivalent to protecting himself in disguise. This line of thinking was very stable and fit his philosophy perfectly.