Twin Sword Formations, Innate Full Soul Power

Han Yu carefully sensed the changes within his body as countless warm currents flowed through his meridians, finally converging into one.

They transformed into two clusters, settling respectively in the palms of his left and right hands.

He raised his right hand and clenched it tightly; specks of azure light flickered, and a phantom image instantly expanded.

A three-foot green bamboo, its thunder patterns concealing a sharp edge.

The blade was slender, light, and thin, glowing with a lustrous emerald hue amidst golden lightning.

Han Yu could no longer remain calm. He held the long sword horizontally before him to examine it closely, his eyes filled with sheer surprise.

His martial soul was actually the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword!

It was a top-tier flying sword crafted from the heaven-defying material known as Ten-Thousand-Year Golden Thunder Bamboo, capable of continuously producing Divine Evil-Warding Lightning.

He longed to look up and roar at the sky. Six years—he was finally no longer a background character on the side of the road; he finally had the foundation to stand firm in this strange world.

"Ahem, Han Yu, it is time to test your soul power."

The deacon let out a sigh of relief and handed over the crystal ball.

Standing closest to him, he had felt it clearly: that azure sword martial soul was extraordinary, and the golden arcs surrounding it gave him the illusion that it could tear everything to shreds.

With this, he no longer worried about the young lady's blame, for a powerful martial soul was bound to be accompanied by innate soul power.

Not far away, Ning Fengzhi stood frozen, his gaze drawn to the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword martial soul.

He was shocked to find it gave him the illusion of facing Uncle Sword's martial soul, and he marveled at the high grade of the spirit.

Han Yu glanced at his left hand without leaving a trace, then took the crystal ball.

A light even more blinding than before erupted, forcing the nearby deacon to shield his eyes with his soul power.

"Innate full soul power!"

The deacon lost all composure, casting etiquette to the wind as he craned his neck and shouted in shock, his face flushed red.

He had truly struck gold today; first, he had awakened a young sect master with innate level nine soul power, and now, a one-in-a-million innate full soul power!

Ning Fengzhi wore an expression of disbelief.

Han Yu's heart was as calm as water. Innate full soul power was well within his expectations; since he had awakened the same martial soul as Heavenly Venerable Han, his potential would not be low, not to mention he possessed a second martial soul.

The next moment.

White specks of light emerged from Han Yu's left hand, and a round, flat formation disk appeared.

It was identical to that lost formation disk of legend.

As if sensing a summons, the disk began to rotate, drawing the azure long sword at his side to move closer.

It branched out into several azure phantoms that landed in the surrounding area in an seemingly irregular pattern.

At the same time, the deacon snapped back to his senses, raised a hand to point at Han Yu, and widened his eyes, about to cry out.

Before he could make a sound, a formation suddenly took shape, centering on Han Yu and perfectly enveloping the deacon.

All the azure phantoms instantly shrank and continued to divide, transforming into a sky full of sword shadows, all locked onto the bewildered deacon.

Several beams of light flashed, but Ning Fengzhi's soul skill amplification landed on the deacon, blocking the attacks entirely.

Ning Fengzhi stared intently at the fragmented sword shadows dissipating in the air, his throat bobbing involuntarily.

He recalled two Spirit Hall elders he had once encountered—those two Titled Douluo, one with a figure like a ghost, the other wielding golden petals like blades of light. Their strength had clearly only just stepped into the Titled Douluo realm.

Yet, they were able to defeat enemies stronger than themselves through a powerful combination technique.

A martial soul fusion skill.

Only those lucky few with a high degree of compatibility between their martial souls could achieve such a feat.

But now, this miracle had appeared before his very eyes, and it was a terrifying existence—a twin martial soul user capable of unleashing a martial soul fusion skill all on his own!?

An unprecedented genius.

Han Yu, the boy who had stolen his daughter's heart, was this very genius.

"Han Yu, stay calm." Ning Fengzhi comforted him softly, fearing that this precious treasure might suffer any mishap.

He ordered the deacon to step back and waited silently for the formation at their feet to dissipate.

Han Yu nodded, struggling to control this inexplicably manifested formation, the joy in his eyes impossible to hide.

"Twin martial souls!" the deacon blurted out, his voice trembling.

The sect's first-ever twin martial soul and innate full soul power had both come from this one person; he could die without regrets in this lifetime.

A single level of difference in innate soul power was a world of difference, and innate full soul power meant infinite potential with an incredibly high ceiling.

And a special existence like twin martial souls could almost double a soul master's foundation.

With the two combined, perhaps even the legend of reaching the hundredth level and becoming a god could be achieved.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had gained an innate level nine and an innate full soul power twin martial soul user today; their rise was just around the corner!

Ning Fengzhi tried his best to control his rapid breathing, maintaining the dignity of a sect master as he spoke with a slightly trembling voice.

"Han Yu, would you like to take Sword Douluo as your master?"

He believed that once Uncle Sword returned, he would certainly agree to take Han Yu as his disciple. With such a powerful sword-type martial soul, his future attainments in the way of the sword would surely be remarkable.

Han Yu first bowed respectfully before speaking.

"Han Yu is willing. Thank you, Sect Master."

In Han Yu's impression, Sword Douluo Chen Xin was a man of integrity, devoted to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and possessed immense strength.

Furthermore, he was crucial to his own comprehension of the sword. He had no reason to refuse.

"Wait, Rongrong wants to as well! Let Rongrong be the first to take Grandpa Sword as her master!"

"Alright, alright, alright, of course you can." Ning Fengzhi laughed indulgently.

"Hmph, stinky Han Yu, from now on this young lady is your senior sister. Let's see if you dare to make me angry again." Ning Rongrong leaned in toward Han Yu, poking the tip of his nose with a haughty air.

"Oh."

Watching Rongrong grow exasperated and helpless against Han Yu, Ning Fengzhi smiled knowingly.

In this vast Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, only Han Yu could manage Ning Rongrong's temper. After he had been crowned with the title of a genius, Ning Fengzhi found him more and more pleasing to the eye.

"What are your two martial souls called?" Although Ning Fengzhi was knowledgeable and experienced, he had never seen a martial soul capable of self-fusion.

"My martial souls are the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword and the Mystic Array Disk." Han Yu summoned both martial souls and held them up to introduce them.

"Mystic... Array Disk?" Ning Fengzhi murmured, a look of contemplation appearing on his face.

He had never heard this name in his memory, but he was certain that this martial soul was definitely no ordinary object.

"What happened today must not be spread outside." Ning Fengzhi's gaze sharpened as he looked to the side.

"Yes!" The deacon's body tensed. Knowing the gravity of the matter, he hurriedly went off to begin sealing the information.

This concerned the rise of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; if it were leaked, they would surely face strikes from other sects and factions. On the surface, the major sects appeared to have harmonious relations, but in the shadows, they would use any means necessary.

Ning Fengzhi then cast a gentle gaze upon Han Yu.

"Follow me."

Ning Rongrong pouted, taking the lead and walking ahead, turning back to lift her chin and huff at Han Yu.

Han Yu didn't mind at all, silently following behind.

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding environment became increasingly luxurious and extravagant.

They arrived at the core area, which only the Ning clan could enter.

High-level soul masters on patrol could be seen everywhere.

Towering, magnificent buildings were nestled within the valley, surrounding the grandest palace at the center.