Sword Douluo Intended to Test Him, Lin Chuan Grew Stronger While Lying Down

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, council hall.

Ning Fengzhi held the letter that had just arrived.

A gentle, refined smile rested on his lips.

He read it very carefully, as though he wanted to chew over and savor every word.

"Fengzhi, what did Rongrong say in her letter? Was she wronged?"

"If that Shrek dares bully Rongrong, I'll tear it apart right now!"

The speaker was a tall, gaunt old man with sharp eyes. He was none other than Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

"Old Bones, all you know is tearing things apart."

Beside him stood an old man dressed in snow-white robes, a longsword strapped to his back.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

With a look of disdain, he said:

"Rongrong went there to gain experience, not to enjoy herself."

"However..."

His tone shifted, suddenly turning cold:

"If someone truly failed to recognize their place and made her suffer, then tearing the place apart would be perfectly fine."

Ning Fengzhi could neither laugh nor cry. The two Title Douluo had protectiveness carved into their bones.

"See for yourselves." Ning Fengzhi handed the letter to them.

"Rongrong said she met a very interesting young assistant instructor at Shrek."

"Not only did he see through her weakness in Heart Separation Control at a glance, he also used a special gravity training method that benefited her greatly."

"From the sound of it, Rongrong truly admired him."

"What?!"

Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo widened their eyes at the same time.

As though they had heard something utterly unbelievable.

They knew Ning Rongrong, that little witch, far too well.

Her talent was extraordinary, but so was her pride.

Within the sect, she listened to no one except the three of them.

And now she actually admired some self-taught assistant instructor from outside?

She had even used the word "worship"?

"Lin Chuan... around her age..."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin frowned tightly.

His fingers unconsciously tapped lightly against his sword hilt, producing a string of clear sword chimes.

"Interesting, truly interesting. For Rongrong to praise him so highly, this boy is certainly no ordinary person."

"Hmph! I think that brat just has a slick tongue and fed Rongrong some kind of bewitching potion!"

Bone Douluo said sourly, his face full of displeasure:

"What could some snot-nosed kid possibly know about the essence of Heart Separation Control?"

"I think he simply got lucky! Fengzhi, this is inappropriate. Rongrong is innocent. What if he deceives her feelings..."

"Old Bones, that isn't concern. It's jealousy."

Sword Douluo saw straight through him and said calmly:

"You're jealous that Rongrong admires someone else instead of you."

"Bullshit! I'm worried about Rongrong!"

Bone Douluo's beard trembled in fury. "Then go take a look if you've got the nerve! Go weigh that brat's worth!"

At those words, a flash of Sword Intent flickered through Sword Douluo's eyes. A proud smile curved his lips.

"That was exactly what I had in mind."

"I also want to see what sort of young genius could earn such admiration from Rongrong."

"I'll make a trip to Shrek myself."

Watching the two old children, Ning Fengzhi could only shake his head with a helpless smile.

Yet he had also grown more curious about the youth named Lin Chuan.

If Rongrong's words were true, then this Lin Chuan might be worth recruiting into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

A talent like that had to become a friend—and could only become a friend!

After the hellish Gravity Special Training, everyone at Shrek underwent a transformative change.

Although they were exhausted like dogs every day.

The sensation of power surging through their bodies made the pain worthwhile.

Oscar shared a dormitory with Lin Chuan, and every day, he looked at Lin Chuan as though he were a monster.

They were clearly training together, yet aside from moving his lips, Lin Chuan did nothing but lie in the sun.

Still, his aura became increasingly unfathomable.

Oscar finally could not endure it any longer and secretly crept over to Tang San's bed in the middle of the night to ask:

"Does your brother have some secret technique for getting stronger while sleeping?"

"How does it feel like he's only been moving his lips these past few days, yet improving even more than us?"

Tang San opened his eyes and looked at Oscar as though he were an idiot.

"What do you know? We cultivate bitterly to temper ourselves. Big Brother lies still to comprehend heaven and earth."

"Can geniuses be the same as ordinary people like us?"

Oscar's mouth fell open. After a long while, he managed to force out a sentence:

"...Damn, you're even more obsessed than I am."

Lin Chuan rolled over in bed, an almost imperceptible smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

[Ding! By urging the Shrek Seven Devils to train intensely, you have also inspired Tang San.]

[Host has received an additional reward: Constitution +2, Strength Enhancement!]

He could clearly feel another warm current flow through every limb and bone in his body.

His strength had increased again.

With one punch, he could probably add several hundred pounds of force. That was no small gain.

This feeling of gaining something for nothing was truly plain, unremarkable, and tedious.

He just wondered whether, if he summoned the Clear Sky Divine Sword now, he could cleave a Soul Ancestor—or even a Soul King—in two with a single strike.

That day, Lin Chuan gathered everyone together.

Lin Chuan leaned lazily against a tree, still holding that signature stalk of Blue Silver Grass between his lips.

"Starting today, you'll be going to the Soto Grand Arena for real combat. Only true battle can test what you're really made of."

"You all feel like you could lift a cauldron now. If you don't find someone to spar with soon, I'm afraid your tails will be sticking up into the sky."

After their training, everyone's faces were filled with confidence.

Dai Mubai wore the expression of an old hand ready to lead the rest.

Tang San and the others grew excited upon hearing this. After training so hard for so long, they naturally wanted to test what they had gained.

They were already imagining themselves dominating the Soul Fighting Arena, punching and kicking their way to invincibility!

Soto Grand Arena, central main Soul Fighting stage.

Lin Chuan did not have everyone fight individually.

After registering, he immediately arranged a team battle.

After all, he did not have time to instruct them one by one.

The Shrek Team had eight members, including Lin Chuan.

Their opponents were the Berserk Team, a team that had already won four consecutive matches at the Soul Elder level.

Their average Soul Power was level thirty-three, and their lineup was extremely aggressive.

When Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others lined up in a row with imposing momentum.

A burst of laughter erupted from the spectator stands.

Because at the very end of their team, a young man had actually leisurely moved over a small stool and sat down.

He even pulled out a bag of sunflower seeds and began cracking them as though no one else existed.

His posture screamed that he was merely there to watch the show, and it was even more eye-catching than the fierce aura of the eight burly men opposite them.

"Hey! You brat sitting there! Are you here to make people laugh?!"

The captain of the Berserk Team, a rhinoceros-type Soul Elder with bulging muscles.

Felt that his dignity had been insulted just a tiny bit.

The veins on his forehead throbbed like dragons.

Lin Chuan spat out a seed shell and could not even be bothered to raise his head.

"Cut the nonsense. Beat these seven useless students of mine first, and then you'll be qualified to make me stand up."

"Arrogant! You're courting death!"

The rhinoceros Soul Elder completely flew into a rage.

"Brothers, tear them apart! Cripple that show-off first, then deal with those little brats!"

Like beasts released from cages, the Berserk Team charged forward with roaring battle cries.