Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Awakening

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

At high noon, the sunlight spilled over the glittering main hall.

This magnificent and imposing building was the hall specifically designated by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for the awakening of martial spirits.

A group of children dressed in various garments stood together inside the hall; this was the most important day of their lives, the day that would determine whether they could become spirit masters in the future.

These children were roughly divided into two groups: those in the back were the children of sect disciples and deacons, while those in the front were the children of individuals who had made significant contributions to the sect, as well as the Ning clan children who were core members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

A batch of children gathered here every year, simply because everyone could awaken their martial spirit at the age of six.

Awakening would be accompanied by the emergence of innate spirit power.

Only those who awakened with innate spirit power were qualified to embark on the path of a spirit master, and the level of their innate spirit power determined the upper limit of their future potential.

If a child's martial spirit was of the assault type and their innate spirit power was above level five, they could gain the favor of the Ning clan's branch families; once they grew up, they could even marry into the Ning family and become true core disciples of the sect.

As for anything higher than that.

Those were the sect's secret assets, future high-level combatants to be cultivated like treasures.

All these children were filled with anticipation and fantasy.

However, among them, a boy positioned slightly toward the front had a composure on his face that did not match his age, making him stand out sharply from the varied expressions of the children around him.

His name was Han Yu, and in his previous life, he had been a budding Taoist apprentice.

On June 13, 2026, while watching a masterpiece of Chinese animation on a certain video site, the sheer volume of viewers caused his computer to crash and explode, leading to his death and subsequent transmigration to the Douluo Continent.

Perhaps because he had been so obsessed with the premiere he hadn't finished watching, his surname remained Han.

Han Yu's parents had both been deacons of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but they had passed away from severe injuries during an outing when he was young, leaving him an orphan.

He was the only one left to be raised by the sect.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had demonstrated the treatment befitting one of the top three sects; not only did they double the recognition of his parents' contributions, but they also placed him among the Ning clan children to be raised alongside them.

Regrettably, although Han Yu had the classic orphan start, he did not have a "newbie gift pack" to rely on.

In the end, after countless days and nights, he accepted his own ordinariness.

He dared not be flashy in the slightest, nor did he squander the assets his parents had left behind on gluttony or extravagance.

What he enjoyed most was reviewing the knowledge he had learned in his past life, such as Yin-Yang, the Five Elements, the Eight Trigrams, and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

Over the course of six years, the impression he left on the sect, aside from his steady and cautious temperament, was that he was utterly unremarkable—even his appearance was plain.

For Han Yu, he had already accepted his mediocrity.

Even if he failed to awaken any spirit power today, he could still let it go and spend the rest of his life in peace.

Suddenly, someone tugged at his sleeve.

"Hey."

Han Yu turned his head, having anticipated it. A girl wearing a green-blue dress, with supple skin and a noble, ethereal temperament, had her chin slightly raised, her arms crossed over her chest, and was glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

This little girl, who exuded a sense of "tsundere" from head to toe, was none other than the future number one support-type spirit master of the continent, a heaven-defying existence capable of providing a ninety-percent all-around percentage boost.

Ning Rongrong.

For now, she was still just a little girl who loved to make trouble.

The two had met four years ago.

She had felt that her father and the two old grandfathers were too boring, so she had requested to study alongside the Ning clan children.

As a result, from the very first day, she was like a "Demon Pill" descended upon the world, turning the entire school into a chaotic mess; almost everyone had been the target of her pranks.

Han Yu had not used this opportunity to get close to Ning Rongrong.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted; who wouldn't like a fair-skinned, beautiful, and wealthy girl with an outstanding family background?

If he could latch onto this golden thigh, he would never lack gold spirit coins to spend in this lifetime.

But he had a clear sense of self-awareness; the difference in background and social class was a gap that he, an ordinary person, could hardly bridge.

Stories of rich girls falling in love with poor boys never ended well.

As the son of a deacon, even if Han Yu stood on his tiptoes, he couldn't reach Ning Rongrong at all.

He might even provoke the hostility of those three "daughter-slave" protectors, who could kill him as easily as flicking a finger.

Therefore, Han Yu continued living his previous life, patiently delving into his favorite array diagrams, often forgetting to eat because of it, and taking out paper to sketch them from time to time.

Whenever he made a breakthrough, he would excitedly reward himself with a more difficult array diagram.

He even borrowed the few ancient books on arrays from the sect's library, mastering them and drawing inferences about others.

Unfortunately, Han Yu discovered that the arrays of this world had long been lost, and spirit power was not the source required for arrays to take effect.

From the time he started researching array diagrams until now, he had digested all the knowledge in his memory. He could easily set up the arrays from the ancient books, using them only as a pastime.

That was until a certain "Demon Pill" noticed him and began a two-year campaign of pestering him.

After Ning Rongrong's intelligence matured, she felt more and more that these Ning clan children were only pandering to her and not treating her as a friend at all.

Only Han Yu would not act timidly because of her status; sometimes, when she went too far, Han Yu would simply get angry and walk away.

This sparked a strong sense of curiosity in Ning Rongrong toward Han Yu.

She frequently ran to his living quarters to play with him.

She was even influenced by him to study those tedious and dull formation diagrams; although she didn't learn any real skills, she fortunately managed to pick up a bit of his patience.

The higher-ups seemed to have tacitly accepted this behavior.

However, Han Yu was the unlucky one; the thing he hated most in his life was looking after children. Not only did he have to spend all day playing with a mischievous Demon Pill, but he also had to carve out time to study his formations.

Facing this young sect master who had taken an unexpected interest in him, he didn't harbor any other thoughts.

He simply treated Ning Rongrong like a child.

He maintained a proper, safe distance and never overstepped.

He only wanted to focus on the things he enjoyed, thinking that once she grew up a little, she would stop pestering him.

Unfortunately, Han Yu had miscalculated her persistence.

Ning Rongrong came to find Han Yu to play whenever she had free time, returning to sleep only when she was exhausted. She treated Han Yu's home as a daily check-in spot, and the two of them spent two years getting along just like that.

As time passed, Han Yu became an indispensable friend in Ning Rongrong's childhood.

"My name isn't 'hey'."

"Oh, you're going to awaken your soul power, right?" Ning Rongrong unconsciously tightened her grip on the handkerchief in her hand.

"I'll leave it to fate; either way is fine by me."

"Hmph, you dead Han Yu, you're infuriating!"

Ning Rongrong's lips turned down, and she stomped her feet in anger before lifting her skirt and walking away.

Han Yu stared straight ahead, ignoring her.

A tall figure appeared outside the grand hall.

His gaze locked onto Han Yu, carrying a faint sense of hostility and jealousy, and an inexplicable pressure made Han Yu swallow hard.

The newcomer was draped in a moon-white robe, his black hair tied up in a crown. His expression was serene, always carrying a hint of a smile, and he leaned on an exquisite scepter inlaid with a massive gemstone.

Meeting everyone's gaze, he strolled leisurely up to the high platform.

This person was none other than Ning Rongrong's biological father.

The Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi.