Su Sanjia's Refusal! Two Months to Sword Intent!

Two Soul Bones—what an extravagant offer!

But Su Sanjia did not accept them. Leaving aside the fact that the number of Soul Bones each person could absorb was limited, he would not even consider these two based on their age alone. At most, they were only fifty-thousand-year Soul Bones. It was not that he was too arrogant; rather, in his plans for himself, he had better options for both leg Soul Bones and a Head Soul Bone. Moreover, the Holy Light Horned Horse that had produced this Head Soul Bone was of rather ordinary quality. And if he accepted the Soul Bones, he would owe the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect an even greater favor. Therefore, he would not accept them.

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong were stunned. They had never expected things to turn out this way! Two Soul Bones that were extremely useful to Su Sanjia, yet this brat had rejected them without the slightest hesitation? These were two Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones, including an incomparably precious Head Soul Bone! If placed on the open market, they would be enough to spark a war!

But that was the truth.

"Sect Master Ning, Sanjia appreciates your kindness. But one should not accept rewards without merit. Sanjia cannot accept them."

"Brat, do you know what you're saying?"

Bone Douluo glared, his eyes full of displeasure. Taking out two Soul Bones to recruit a genius was already an exceedingly lavish gesture, yet this brat actually looked down on such terms!

"Uncle Gu!"

After being stunned for a moment, Ning Fengzhi quickly came to his senses and hastily stopped Bone Douluo. He took a deep breath, and a faint smile appeared on his face once more.

"Since you put it that way, Sanjia, Uncle Ning cannot force you! In the future, you and Uncle Sword will be alike—both of you have extremely high standards for Soul Bones and Soul Rings. Hahaha, truly, heroes emerge in youth!"

Ning Fengzhi reacted quickly and soon smoothed things over. Since Su Sanjia had not accepted the Soul Bones, Ning Fengzhi's prepared plans had also been disrupted. For now, he merely indirectly asked whether Su Sanjia had any intention of taking a master, then ended the conversation.

Once Su Sanjia had left, the smile on Ning Fengzhi's face quickly vanished.

"This brat has no sense at all! Fengzhi, I say we force him to stay in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! He's nothing more than a commoner anyway. With me and that old swordsman keeping him in check, we can have him marry one of the girls later. Are you afraid he won't settle down then?"

What Title Douluo had a good temper? Of those who had reached such a position, how many were not ruthless? Ning Fengzhi had considered Bone Douluo's suggestion before, but the premise was that they had to be certain Su Sanjia was someone who would be restrained by familial affection. If Su Sanjia's limit were that of an ordinary Title Douluo, Ning Fengzhi might indeed have done so. But Sword Douluo himself had acknowledged that Su Sanjia had the potential to become a Super Douluo! Doing this would likely bring disastrous consequences.

"Uncle Gu, don't bring up such words again. Sanjia is a child with strong principles. Since he is unwilling to accept the Soul Bones, it means there is no hope of getting him to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... Uncle Sword, from here on, we can only rely on you!"

Since Su Sanjia was unwilling to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, there was still the next best option—Sword Douluo. As long as the two became master and disciple, Su Sanjia would stand with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. So long as Sword Douluo did not die, that relationship could not be severed.

"Rest assured. That brat suits my tastes quite well! His passion for swordsmanship also far surpasses ordinary people. This old man is still somewhat confident!"

Sword Douluo answered thus, but whether he truly had confidence... well, even he was not too sure.

In the days that followed, Su Sanjia's life settled into a routine.

He cultivated at night and learned swordsmanship from Sword Douluo during the day. His progress was visibly rapid, and at the same time, the relationship between Su Sanjia and Sword Douluo gradually developed a little too far.

Originally, Sword Douluo had wanted to become Su Sanjia's master, but for some reason, the two of them had inexplicably become something like friends despite their age difference...

Even the proud Sword Douluo was infected by the laziness that seemed to seep from Su Sanjia's bones. During their limited rest periods, after witnessing Su Sanjia's almost extravagant enjoyment, Sword Douluo was drawn in as well. Su Sanjia was not stingy either and gave him a custom-made reclining chair. Thus, every day at noon, when the sun was at its fiercest, the two would lie beneath it and sunbathe.

Ning Fengzhi still invited Su Sanjia over for dinner from time to time, trying to narrow the distance between them. His efforts did have an effect. At the very least, Su Sanjia now addressed him as Uncle Ning rather than Sect Master Ning.

Before they knew it, two months had passed.

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's training grounds.

The passing disciples had already grown accustomed to the two figures occupying the center of the training grounds: one old and one young, two reclining chairs, a low table, and two glasses of fruit juice.

"Brat, you've learned nearly all of the Seven Kill Sword Art. All that remains is to hone it through actual combat. But are you sure you don't want to take me as your master and learn the Seven Kill Sword Art's ultimate killing move?"

Sword Douluo lay in his reclining chair, took a sip of fruit juice, and adjusted the sunglasses on his face. Looking at the exceedingly lazy Su Sanjia beside him, he spoke with a sour feeling in his heart.

"Haha, Senior should understand me. Let's forget about taking a master. Besides, the swordsmanship I've learned so far is already enough for me to use. During this time, I truly have to thank you for your care!"

"Tch, if you don't want a master, then don't. But why are you putting on such a serious act? It sounds weird! You brat... you're planning to leave, aren't you?"

Chen Xin knew that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could not keep Su Sanjia. It was not that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was not large enough, but that it could not contain Su Sanjia's ambitions! If one were content with the status quo, how could one speak of becoming a supreme powerhouse, reaching level one hundred to become a god, gaining immortality, and enjoying ultimate freedom? Su Sanjia was destined to leave, and judging by the time...

If I remember correctly, the Shrek Seven Monsters should be about to encounter the Imperial Fight Team. It's time to start preparing!

With that thought in mind, Su Sanjia nodded. Under Sword Douluo's guidance, his swordsmanship had advanced by leaps and bounds. After countless battles and diligent cultivation, his Soul Power had also improved considerably. His Soul Power had risen another two levels, reaching level forty-seven—the level of a high-ranking Battle Soul Ancestor! Of course, that was inseparable from the top-tier meals provided by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

No matter what the other party's intentions had been, Su Sanjia had indeed remembered this favor in his heart.

"Mm, fine! Since you're leaving..."

Chen Xin rose to his feet, and sword qi ran wild!

"Then in this final match, let this old man see whether, after two months of cultivation, your swordsmanship will disgrace me when you travel outside!"

The Seven Kill Sword rose!

"Oh, how terrifying. You're making me fight one more time even though I'm about to leave?"

Though he said that, Su Sanjia decisively stood up. The Kusanagi Sword emerged, held in both hands. A somewhat immature Sword Intent appeared around him—still only in its embryonic stage, yet undeniably real!

He had comprehended Sword Intent in just two months!

In a mere two months, he had traversed the path Chen Xin had taken over more than a decade.

Yet this Sword Intent was not entirely the same as the Seven Kill Sword Intent. Its principles, weapon, and Martial Soul formed a Sword Intent unique to Su Sanjia himself, called—Yellow Ape Sword Intent...

Just kidding. It was the Heavenly Radiance Sword Intent!