"Rongrong, you..."
Seeing Ning Rongrong, whom he had always treated as his own granddaughter, suddenly point a Wooden Sword straight at him and declare that she wanted to compete with him in swordsmanship, Chen Xin could not help but freeze in surprise.
However, when he met Ning Qingyun's determined gaze, he somehow grew solemn. After a brief pause, the Seven Kill Sword martial soul in his hand slowly vanished, replaced by a Wooden Sword as well.
"Good, very good. Since you want this, Rongrong, Sword Grandpa will show you today what the sword of Sword Dao Chen Xin truly is."
As he spoke, Chen Xin stroked the somewhat old Wooden Sword, a trace of nostalgia flashing through his eyes.
"This Wooden Sword was actually the one Sword Grandpa used as a child before I awakened my martial soul. Though I often wiped it down, it has been a long time since I used it to hone my sword techniques."
"Rongrong, how do you want to compete?"
Ning Qingyun spoke confidently. "Naturally, Sword Grandpa won't use Soul Power and will restrain your strength. We'll compete purely in sword techniques."
"Mm."
Chen Xin nodded at this, unsurprised. After all, if Ning Rongrong, who had not even awakened her martial soul yet, wanted to spar with him, this was the only relatively fair way.
He then said, "Sword Grandpa is older than you, so I'll give you three moves... Is that enough?"
Ning Qingyun said nothing and merely nodded. She quickly gripped the Wooden Sword in reverse and rushed before Chen Xin, slashing with all her strength.
Chen Xin leaned back slightly, his figure graceful as he effortlessly evaded the fierce strike.
Ning Qingyun did not stop. Her grip shifted instantly from reverse to standard, and she immediately thrust forward.
Chen Xin raised