Han Yu carefully sensed the changes within his body. Countless streams of warmth flowed through his meridians before finally converging.
They formed two clusters, settling in the palms of his hands.
He raised his right hand and clenched it tightly. Flecks of green light shimmered, and a phantom instantly grew larger.
A three-foot green bamboo sword, with its sharp edge hidden beneath thunder patterns.
Its blade was slender and light, gleaming with a lustrous jade-green hue amid the golden lightning.
Han Yu could no longer keep calm. He held the long sword before him and examined it closely, his eyes brimming with delight.
His Martial Soul was actually the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords!
A supreme flying sword made from the heaven-defying Ten-Thousand-Year Golden Thunder Bamboo, capable of continuously producing Evil-Warding Divine Thunder.
At that moment, he wanted to throw his head back and howl. After six years, he was finally no longer a nameless nobody on the roadside. At last, he had the confidence to make a place for himself in this otherworld.
"Cough, cough. Han Yu, it's time to test your Soul Power."
The steward let out a sigh of relief and handed over the crystal ball.
Standing closest, he had felt it clearly. That green sword Martial Soul was extraordinary, and the golden arcs of electricity surrounding it had given him the eerie impression that they could tear everything apart.
Now, he wasn't worried about the young miss blaming him. A powerful Martial Soul was bound to come with Innate Soul Power.
Not far away, Ning Fengzhi froze, his gaze drawn to the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords Martial Soul.
He was so astonished that it gave him the illusion he was facing Uncle Sword's Martial Soul. He couldn't help marveling at the Martial Soul's high grade.
Han Yu glanced unobtrusively at his left hand and took the crystal ball.
A light brighter than before flared. The steward closest to him had no choice but to shield his eyes with Soul Power.
"Innate Full Soul Power!"
The steward was beside himself, throwing all decorum aside as he craned his neck and cried out in astonishment, his face flushed red.
He'd struck it rich today! First, he had awakened the young sect master's Innate Soul Power at level nine, and now he'd awakened one of the rarest talents in ten thousand—a child with Innate Full Soul Power!
Ning Fengzhi stared in disbelief.
Han Yu's heart was as calm as still water. Innate Full Soul Power had been within his expectations. He had awakened the same Martial Soul as Heavenly Venerable Han, so his potential couldn't be low. What's more, he had a second Martial Soul.
The next moment,
white motes of light appeared in Han Yu's left hand, and a flat, round disk materialized.
It was identical to the long-lost Formation Disk.
The disk seemed to sense a summons. It began to turn, drawing the nearby green sword closer.
Several green phantoms split off and landed around them in seemingly random places.
At the same time, the steward came to his senses, raised a hand toward Han Yu, and widened his eyes, about to shout.
Before he could make a sound, a formation abruptly took shape, centered on Han Yu and just large enough to envelop the steward.
All the green phantoms shrank in an instant, splitting apart further until they became a rain of sword shadows, all aimed at the bewildered steward.
Several streaks of light flashed. Ning Fengzhi's Soul Skill enhancement shielded the steward, blocking every attack.
Ning Fengzhi stared at the sword shadows as they shattered and vanished in the air. His throat bobbed involuntarily.
He recalled the two elders of Spirit Hall he had once encountered. One of the Titled Douluo had moved like a ghost, while the other wielded golden petals like blades, cutting through the air. Though their strength had only just reached the Titled Douluo realm,
they had been able to defeat an enemy stronger than themselves with a powerful combined attack.
A Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
Only the lucky few whose Martial Souls had a high degree of compatibility could achieve one.
Yet now, this miracle had appeared right before his eyes—and in the hands of a terrifying individual who possessed Twin Martial Souls and could unleash a Martial Soul Fusion Skill all by himself!?
An unprecedented genius.
Han Yu, the boy who had stolen his daughter's heart, was that genius.
"Han Yu, calm down," Ning Fengzhi said gently, afraid that anything might happen to this precious treasure.
He ordered the steward to step back and quietly waited for the formation beneath their feet to fade.
Han Yu nodded, struggling to control the inexplicably formed array. He couldn't hide the delight in his eyes.
"Twin Martial Souls!" the steward blurted, his voice trembling.
The sect's unprecedented Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power had both come from one person. He could die without regrets.
Each level of difference in Innate Soul Power was like the gap between heaven and earth. Innate Full Soul Power meant boundless potential and an exceptionally high ceiling.
And a special existence like Twin Martial Souls could almost double a Soul Master's foundation.
Combined, the two might even make the legend of reaching level one hundred and becoming a god a reality.
Today, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had gained one Soul Master with Innate Soul Power at level nine and another with Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls. The sect's rise was just around the corner!
Ning Fengzhi struggled to control his ragged breathing and maintain the dignity of a sect master. His voice trembled as he spoke.
"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 Martial Soul, Han Yu's future attainments in the sword arts would surely be extraordinary.
Han Yu first bowed respectfully before answering.
"This disciple is willing. Thank you, Sect Master."
In Han Yu's impression, Sword Douluo Chen Xin was an upright man who devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He was also immensely powerful.
More importantly, he would be a great help in Han Yu's understanding of the sword. He had no reason to refuse.
"Wait, Rongrong wants to as well! Let Rongrong be Grandpa Sword's first disciple!"
"All right, all right. Of course you can." Ning Fengzhi smiled indulgently.
"Hmph, you stinky Han Yu! From now on, I'm your senior sister. Let's see if you dare to make me angry again." Ning Rongrong stepped up to Han Yu, haughtily tapping the tip of his nose.
"Oh."
Watching Rongrong get so worked up and still fail to do anything to Han Yu, Ning Fengzhi smiled knowingly.
In this vast Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Han Yu was the only one who could rein in Ning Rongrong's temper. Now that Han Yu had been hailed as a genius, Ning Fengzhi found himself liking him more and more.
"What are the names of your two Martial Souls?" Ning Fengzhi had seen a great deal, but he had never encountered Martial Souls that could fuse on their own.
"My Martial Souls are the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords and the Mystic Array Disk." Han Yu summoned both Martial Souls and raised them as he introduced them.
"Mystic... Array Disk?" Ning Fengzhi murmured, his expression thoughtful.
He had never heard that name before, but he was certain that this Martial Soul was no ordinary thing either.
"Today's events must not be shared with anyone." Ning Fengzhi's gaze sharpened as he looked to the side.
"Yes!" The steward stiffened. Fully aware of the matter's importance, he hurried off to begin sealing the information.
This concerned the rise of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If word got out, they would surely face attacks from other sects and powers. Though the major sects appeared to get along on the surface, they were capable of every kind of underhanded trick.
Ning Fengzhi then turned his gentle gaze toward Han Yu.
"Come with me."
Ning Rongrong pouted and hurried ahead. Looking back, she raised her chin at Han Yu and gave a soft huff.
Han Yu didn't mind and silently followed behind.
As they went deeper in, the surroundings grew more and more luxurious.
They arrived at the core area, accessible only to the Ning Clan.
High-ranking Soul Masters patrolled everywhere.
Tall, magnificent buildings stood within the valley, surrounding the grandest hall at its center.