Chen Xin: Sparring Is Sparring—What Do You Mean You've Understood?

Two days later.

Ning Rongrong marched up with confident little steps and kicked open the gate to Su Li's courtyard.

"Blockhead, take a look at what level I am now!"

Hearing the commotion,

Su Li sheathed the sword in his hand and looked at the soul ring beneath Ning Rongrong's feet, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.

Wasn't she born with rank-nine innate soul power?

Why had she broken through to rank ten so quickly?

Could it be...

This little girl was really a genius?

Or perhaps,

she only looked lazy normally, while secretly working herself to the bone behind everyone's back?

Pushing those thoughts aside, he wiped his sweat with a towel and smiled sincerely.

"As expected of the Young Sect Master. You're exceptionally gifted to break through in just half a month. You must have endured quite a bit of hardship in private."

Ning Rongrong's cheeks grew a little warm. She felt embarrassed by the praise.

She understood better than anyone else

that she had actually only cultivated a little.

"Not bad... Maybe I was born with rank-nine-and-a-half soul power, which is why I broke through to rank ten so quickly."

"Anyway! We're both rank thirteen now! Don't let me surpass you in the future!"

Su Li nodded.

He already had cheats. If Ning Rongrong, this little lazy pig, could still surpass him,

he might as well find a busty woman to crash into and die.

"Pack your things. We're going to Tiandou Royal Academy tomorrow."

"When the time comes, we might return once every two or three days, or perhaps only once a week."

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was not far from Tiandou Royal Academy. Did Ning Rongrong mean she wanted to live there?

A trace of suspicion flashed through Su Li's eyes, but he did not think much of it.

In his view,

one could cultivate anywhere. The strong never complained about their environment.

These past few days,

whenever Chen Xin had nothing to do, he would spar with Su Li and discuss the way of the sword.

He had even taught him some sword techniques.

For Su Li, whose comprehension was maxed out, he could practically learn such things at a glance.

If he had not been afraid of discouraging the Sword Douluo, he could have adapted the Killing Character Art on the spot.

"Of course, if you don't want the trouble, I can prepare everything for you."

"But you'll have to beg me~"

Ning Rongrong placed her hands on her hips and raised her snowy-white neck. Though she tried hard to puff out her chest, it was all in vain.

Su Li glanced worriedly at the baby food, then helplessly looked away. "No need. I have hands."

"Hmph~ Fine, forget it."

Ning Rongrong gave a soft snort, sat on a small stone stool, and pursed her lips as she watched the energetic young man beneath the sunlight.

For a moment, she became lost in thought.

She did not even notice Chen Xin walk up behind her.

"Rongrong?"

"Ah?!"

Ning Rongrong jolted awake and turned to look at Chen Xin, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She let out an awkward laugh. "Grandpa Sword... when did you get here?"

"Just now."

Chen Xin glanced at her without mentioning that he had arrived a quarter of an hour ago.

"Oh~ So it was just now..."

Ning Rongrong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she straightened her slender waist and stared at him curiously.

"Grandpa Sword, are you here to guide Su Li's cultivation?"

"Mm... more or less."

Chen Xin narrowed his eyes, a certain thrill stirring within him.

He felt that Su Li's comprehension was somewhat terrifying. If he demonstrated more sword techniques and guided him properly,

this kid

might be able to create his own sword techniques!

Perhaps even soul skills were not impossible!

Unfortunately, his soul power was still too low, and his body too fragile.

He could not attempt it lightly.

Perhaps after reaching the Soul Elder realm, he would be able to do so with ease?

"Su Li, stop practicing for now."

"Fight me. Temper your swordsmanship."

Su Li stopped what he was doing and looked at Chen Xin with a serious expression. "Yes!"

Ning Rongrong clapped from the side, looking rather happy.

But then, she hesitated.

She did not know whom to cheer for.

One was her future husband, while the other was Grandpa Sword, who doted on her.

What a difficult choice!

"Forget it! I won't choose. How could Su Li possibly win?"

Ning Rongrong propped up her chin with both hands. Her gaze rested on the handsome boy, and she instinctively began worrying about him.

The wind blew softly as dim sunset light fell upon the two swordsmen. Their shadows stretched long and slanted, creating an air of grim slaughter.

Chen Xin's sword was one of slaughter.

Su Li's sword was one of righteousness.

"Here I come."

Chen Xin casually picked up a branch and charged at him.

Su Li raised his sword to block. The frequency of his attacks was no less than Chen Xin's.

To Chen Xin, this might have been nothing.

Yet even a Soul Elder might not have been able to clearly see every sword strike.

Ning Rongrong watched the afterimages and the sparks produced by the collision between the Pure Jun Sword and the branch. Her head spun, and her eyes began to ache.

"Hiss... Too fast. Has Su Li's swordsmanship already reached this level?"

The girl was utterly shocked.

There were sword practitioners in the sect.

But she dared say with certainty that even a Grand Soul Master who cultivated the sword could never achieve this!

How long had Su Li even been holding a sword?

Little stars shone in Ning Rongrong's eyes, and a hint of admiration uncontrollably arose in her heart.

This was the kind of boy who was truly the right choice for her future...

In just half a minute,

Su Li had swung his sword over a hundred times.

Fortunately, his mental strength was powerful. Otherwise, a clash of this intensity might have exhausted him to death.

However,

the more intense the battle, the more it honed his combat skills and understanding of the sword.

Killing Character Art.

Unhurried, Chen Xin used his self-created soul skill, suppressing its power as much as possible to Su Li's level.

Six black sword lights intertwined into the character "kill" and shot toward him.

The space around them visibly trembled.

This move was quite powerful. If unleashed at full strength, it could easily crush an entire group of ten-thousand-year soul beasts.

Su Li remained calm as the soul ring beneath his feet lit up.

First Soul Skill, Shining—Light Blades.

Crack!

Seven sword blades, as though possessing minds of their own, divided their tasks and sliced apart Chen Xin's "kill" character sword energy.

Just as an explosion was about to occur, six of the blades erupted with an extreme white radiance, "purifying" the sword energy.

Calling it purification was not quite right. Annihilation was more accurate.

Chen Xin watched the blade flying toward him, surprise flashing through his eyes.

He had not expected

to lose this clash.

It seemed

he needed to raise the difficulty.

Very quickly,

Chen Xin casually shattered the incoming blade with one hand, and his aura abruptly rose.

Now, every one of his attacks carried the power of a Grand Soul Master.

"Su Li!"

Ning Rongrong abruptly stood up, worry flashing through her eyes.

How had this suddenly become a battle between Grand Soul Masters?

Hadn't they only awakened their martial souls not long ago?

What was going on?

Su Li gave Ning Rongrong a reassuring look. Facing the charging Chen Xin, he clasped his fists and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Grandpa Sword."

"Hm? Why are you thanking me all of a sudden? What, do you think you can't take my next move?" Chen Xin asked curiously.

Su Li shook his head. Gripping the Pure Jun Sword in his hand, his body suddenly radiated an exceptionally comfortable and gentle aura.

It was completely opposite to his killing intent.

"I understand now."