Sima Jinchi: So I Wasn't Human After All
The scan was complete. Mu Hongchen looked at the data panel; the numbers looked like those of a Ferocious Beast humanoid beast.
His voice was calm as he stated, "My body is fine. My meridians are clear, my Soul Power is abundant, and I have no hidden injuries or ailments. The match between my Martial Soul and Soul Power is very high. Logically speaking, level eighty-nine shouldn't be the end."
"The quality of this Martial Soul is far superior to that of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda; it's significantly better. Cultivating it to the level of Titled Douluo Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda definitely not a problem."
Beyond the Heavenly Screen, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi, who had been leaning back in his chair, listened with schadenfreude to the first part of the statement that "he was stuck at level 89," and was thinking to himself that he had actually found someone who shared his misfortune.
Twenty thousand years have passed, and there are still people who share our plight, even though they are ten levels higher than me.
But the reason why my Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda has been stuck at level 79 for so many years is not because I lack talent, but because my Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda can only reach level 79.
But Mu Hongchen's next sentence made his smile freeze instantly.
Could you please stop mentioning us whenever the topic of level caps comes up?
Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood beside him, intending to say something, but seeing his expression, she swallowed her words.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong, looked at the Heavenly Screen, then glanced at Ning Fengzhi's expression, silently turned his face away, but couldn't help but cough softly.
"When did my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School become a negative example?" Ning Fengzhi spoke slowly, his face dark, as if he could squeeze water out of his eyes at any moment.
"Fengzhi," Chen Xin whispered a reminder.
"I'm fine," Ning Fengzhi said. He rubbed his forehead, feeling very tired. "I just didn't expect to become a negative example."
He looked down at his hands. For so many years, his Soul Power Level had been stuck at level seventy-nine. The only glimmer of hope he saw was in his daughter, but unfortunately, there was only one Immortal Herb.
Now, whenever I hear myself being used as a negative example, I feel really suffocated.
Their own sect hasn't solved the problem in 20,000 years.
To live, one must live fiercely.
Rongrong must consider the future of the sect.
In the Heavenly Screen, Sima Jinchi noticed that Mu Hongchen seemed unable to resolve his ailment, and his gaze turned to Yin Hongye.
Yin Hongye looked at him for a while and said, "Don't be discouraged, try fighting."
Upon hearing this, Sima Jinchi's eyes flashed with golden light, and the fighting spirit within his bloodline stirred. He immediately shouted, "Excellent! That's exactly what I was thinking!"
Yin Hongye spoke calmly, casually drawing a Tang-style horizontal sword from the weapon rack in the training ground, and said, "I won't bully you; let's just have a swordsmanship contest. Don't worry, I'm proficient in all eighteen martial arts."
He is different from other Soul Master. Other Soul Master only use their own elemental Martial Soul or only use one suitable weapon; he is different, he is proficient in all the weapons that have been researched so far.
Sima Jinchi stared at the knife. The blade was long and narrow, its cold light reflecting off his face, giving off an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Sima Jinchi asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you want to use this knife?"
"That's enough!"
Upon hearing this, Sima Jinchi loudly, took a step forward, Dragon Slaying Saber slowly emerged, its dark red blade drawing a red line in the void.
Hongye stood still, her Tang sword pointing diagonally at the ground, the tip of the blade dragging across the dust, leaving a thin mark.
But in an instant, the two swords clashed, producing a metallic clang.
Sima Jinchi lowered his wrist, Dragon Slaying Saber pressed down with the force. Terrifying power slashed down one after another, without end. The dragon patterns on the severed blades glowed, as if a giant dragon was flying out.
But in an instant, Yin Hongye's Tang sword drew several streaks of light in the void, and those giant dragons that flew out of the sky disappeared without a trace, completely vanishing into the horizon, completing the true meaning of slaying the dragons.
They were left with not even a trace of their Dragon Soul or will.
In just three moves, Sima Jinchi's breathing became completely disordered, and his proud swordsmanship was easily suppressed.
"How long have you been practicing your swordsmanship? Who taught you?"
"I learned it at the Children's Palace, purely as a hobby," Yin Hongye answered truthfully. The so-called swordsmanship was basically a combination of these things.
Once you know how, you can combine them however you like, use whatever you like.
Upon hearing this, Sima Jinchi was slightly taken aback. What was the Youth Palace? Was this guy's talent a bit monstrous?
The battle continued, still one-sided, and Yin Hongye's blade fell once more.
Sima Jinchi drew his sword horizontally, and his tiger's mouth instantly split open. Something sharp pierced directly into his brain; it was Yin Hongye's killing intent trying to awaken the consciousness of the Dragon Slaying Saber.
Fragmented images appeared in Sima Jinchi's mind, showing an evil dragon nailed to the Dragon-Slaying Platform, its scales peeling off and its Dragon Blood flowing into a river.
Someone stood to the side holding a dark red knife, and with a single stroke, the dragon's head rolled off.
Fragments of shattered memories flooded his mind. His head throbbed; these memories seemed alien, yet so familiar.
As the second knife fell, another memory exploded in his mind.
He saw a colossal dragon, its entire body radiating a nine-colored halo, possessing an aura that dominated the world, making it hard for him to breathe. He almost wanted to prostrate himself in worship, yet he also felt a certain indescribable sense of intimacy.
"With my horn, I will transform into a blade of law enforcement. Slaying all wicked dragons, cutting down all injustice. The Dragon Clan Ritual Blade, forged today, shall be offered as a sacrifice to heaven and earth, to create anew!"
The nine-colored dragon suddenly shrank, transforming into a person wearing a nine-colored robe, whose appearance was obscured. A golden giant sword fell into his palm, and he slashed it fiercely into the sky.
A golden ray shot into the sky, and in an instant, the sky split in two, one half filled with the Sun Moon, moon, and stars, and the other half dark and gloomy.
In an instant, countless dragon roars resounded throughout the heavens and earth, as if thousands of giant dragons were respectfully worshipping.
Dragon horns transformed into blades, the source of legislation! All dragons submit!
Just then, Sima Jinchi suddenly raised his upper body and roared to the sky.
Golden rays suddenly burst forth from his body, the dazzling light even piercing through his skin and seven orifices, and his entire body seemed to disintegrate in that instant.
Skin peeled away, clothes turned to dust, leaving only a body that was entirely golden.
The next instant, golden light flashed, and he soared into the sky.
He was like a sun, radiant and dazzling, shining brightly over the training grounds.
This is undoubtedly a sign of a breakthrough. Clearly, Sima Jinchi has regained his memories as Dragon Clan Ritual Blade.
At this moment, Yin Hongye felt that Sima Jinchi was making it seem like a sacrifice, with such a grand scene, even though it wasn't a breakthrough Limit Douluo.
Thinking back to those days, when I broke through to the Limit Douluo.
The surrounding light was deathly still, like ashen ink, with only a sliver of light shining through the sword's edge.
The stubborn clouds on either side are not yet dead, and a torrential downpour of blood rains across the sky.
The scale was still too small.
Just then, Sima Jinchi spoke up, "So, I'm not human after all..."