Chen Xin's Shock! You Are... That Senior!

Snow Emperor lowered her head and looked at the Abyssal Cold Sword.

The divine weapon was perfectly compatible with her ice-and-snow origin.

The power of Thought-Dust One Sword would rise to a new level because of it.

The third ray of light slowly descended.

A pure white snow lotus appeared in Snow Emperor's palm.

The snow lotus had nine petals in total.

Every petal was crystalline and translucent.

Faint golden light flowed between the stamens.

Ice Empress immediately leaned closer.

"Is this the Eternal Snow Lotus?"

Snow Emperor nodded gently.

"The life origin contained within it is very powerful."

"I'll take it after I stabilize my cultivation."

Ice Empress circled Snow Emperor once.

"Congratulations, Sister Snow."

"Three hundred thousand years of cultivation, the Abyssal Cold Sword, and the Eternal Snow Lotus."

"Evil Emperor must be furious right now."

Snow Emperor stored the Eternal Snow Lotus in the Ice-and-Snow Space.

She raised her head and looked at the white-robed figure's back in the sky.

"He once said that the enemies he faced were too powerful."

"He was afraid of dragging me into it, so he left the Far North alone."

The joy on Ice Empress's face immediately faded somewhat.

Snow Emperor gripped the Abyssal Cold Sword.

"I have now reached nine hundred and ninety thousand years."

"I also have a divine weapon and the Eternal Snow Lotus."

"Once I have fully mastered these powers, I will leave the Far North."

"This time, I will definitely find him."

Seeing Snow Emperor's serious expression, Ice Empress felt helpless.

Three hundred thousand years of cultivation, fine.

A divine weapon, fine.

The Eternal Snow Lotus, fine.

After receiving those rewards, the first person Sister Snow thought of was still that human.

Sister Snow really is love-brained.

Ice Empress only dared to mutter that inwardly.

She had no desire to be chased down and beaten by Snow Emperor with the Abyssal Cold Sword over a single remark.

Above the heavens.

The scene of Snow Emperor receiving her rewards was clearly visible to both continents.

[Rogue Cultivator Soul Emperor: Nine hundred and ninety thousand years of cultivation, plus a divine weapon—just how strong is Snow Emperor now?]

[Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen: If she consumes the Eternal Snow Lotus, her level of life will continue to rise.]

[Star Luo Empire Nether Duke: The eighth-ranked person already received such priceless treasures. The rewards for those ahead are unimaginable.]

[Sword Douluo Chen Xin: After obtaining the Abyssal Cold Sword, her Thought-Dust One Sword will surely become even more powerful.]

[Elephant Armor Sect Master Huyan Zhen: I only want to know who can rank above Snow Emperor now.]

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Outside the mountain gate.

Qian Daochen supported Ning Rongrong's waist with one hand and carried her horizontally in his arms.

When Ning Rongrong saw the mountain gate guards earlier, she had immediately tried to run over and complain.

Qian Daochen found her constantly blocking his way annoying, so he simply picked her up.

Ning Rongrong's white short skirt lay across his arm.

Her slender legs dangled in midair, kicking continuously.

"Put me down already!"

"This is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"If Grandpa Sword sees this, he'll definitely beat you up!"

Qian Daochen glanced down at her.

"That little Chen Xin?"

Ning Rongrong immediately stopped struggling.

Ever since she was young, everyone had respectfully called Chen Xin Sword Douluo.

Even Ning Fengzhi called him Uncle Sword.

This was the first time she had heard someone call Chen Xin a little fellow.

Qian Daochen continued walking toward the mountain gate.

"Even if you gave him ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare hit me."

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment.

She quickly raised her pretty face.

"What a braggart."

"Grandpa Sword is a ninety-sixth-rank Titled Douluo."

"He could send you flying with one strike."

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect guards at the gate had already looked over.

Once they saw Ning Rongrong in Qian Daochen's arms, all their expressions changed.

"Miss!"

"Quick, report this to the Sect Master!"

One guard turned and rushed into the mountain gate.

The others immediately surrounded Qian Daochen.

They could not see any soul rings, nor could they judge Qian Daochen's cultivation.

But someone who dared to carry Ning Rongrong to the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could not possibly be an ordinary person.

Before long, several figures hurried down the mountain path.

"Rongrong!"

Ning Fengzhi was the first to see his daughter in Qian Daochen's arms.

His scepter lightly tapped the ground.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda immediately lit up.

Gu Rong stood beside Ning Fengzhi, the space behind him constantly twisting.

Chen Xin stopped several steps away.

His gaze fell upon Qian Daochen and never left him again.

Ning Fengzhi did not attack immediately.

Ning Rongrong's clothes were neat, and she bore no injuries.

Although Qian Daochen held her in his arms, there was no fear on her face.

Clearly, the visitor had not harmed her.

Ning Fengzhi suppressed his displeasure.

"Your Excellency has brought my daughter to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You should at least give me an explanation."

Ning Rongrong immediately raised a hand and pointed at Qian Daochen.

"Dad, he's the one who bullied me."

"He hit me with pebbles and carried me all the way here."

She turned to look at Qian Daochen.

"If you put me down now, I can consider not letting Grandpa Sword beat you up."

Qian Daochen did not let go.

He looked at Chen Xin.

"It's been many years. You've grown quite old."

Chen Xin's Seven Killing Sword martial soul emerged on its own.

The sword let out a soft hum.

From the direction of the back mountain, a sword intent that had lain dormant for thirty years shot into the sky.

The two sword intents resonated across the distance.

Chen Xin froze in place.

The white-robed figure buried deep in his memories gradually overlapped with the person before him.

"Senior Qian Daochen?"

Ning Fengzhi abruptly looked at Qian Daochen.

The wariness on Gu Rong's face also froze.

"Qian Daochen?"

Thirty years ago, a name had circulated throughout Douluo Continent.

The greatest genius of the Angel Clan.

Qian Daoliu's biological elder brother.

A swordsman who needed no soul skills, relying solely on the sword in his hand to overwhelm countless Titled Douluo.

Later, Qian Daochen had suddenly vanished from the continent.

Many believed that he had already fallen.

Ning Fengzhi had never imagined that the legendary figure would appear at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

And still look so young.

Chen Xin put away the Seven Killing Sword.

He stepped forward and bowed.

"This junior, Chen Xin, greets Senior Qian Daochen."

Ning Fengzhi did not hesitate.

"Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, greets Senior."

Gu Rong also withdrew his spatial power.

"This junior, Gu Rong, greets Senior."

The surrounding sect guards all stood rooted to the spot.

Ning Rongrong had also forgotten to struggle.

She looked at Ning Fengzhi, then at Chen Xin.

Finally, she returned her gaze to Qian Daochen's face.

The person she had questioned all the way here had such an extraordinary status that her father and both grandfathers were offering him a junior's salute.

Ning Rongrong blinked.

"Are you really Grandpa Sword's senior?"

Qian Daochen set her down on the ground.

"Do you still want Chen Xin to beat me up?"

Ning Rongrong straightened her skirt.

She hid behind Ning Fengzhi and made a face at Qian Daochen.

"Hmph."

Chen Xin looked toward the back mountain.

"Senior, have you come this time to retrieve that sword?"

Qian Daochen nodded.

"It has stayed with you for thirty years. It is time for it to return."

Ning Fengzhi immediately stepped aside to clear the way.

"Senior, please."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has prepared tea and a banquet. Please enter the sect so we may speak."

Qian Daochen did not refuse.

"Fine."

Standing beside Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong had completely lost her temper.

She had originally been waiting for Grandpa Sword to avenge her.

Instead, the moment Grandpa Sword saw Qian Daochen, he immediately paid respects as a junior.

How was she supposed to complain now?

Just as everyone was preparing to enter the mountain gate, the sky changed once more.

The scene of Snow Emperor receiving her rewards gradually faded away.

Golden radiance gathered toward the seventh position on the Supreme Ranking.

[The Supreme Powerhouse Ranking will continue shortly!]

[Seventh place is about to be revealed!]

The two continents grew lively once more.

[Rogue Cultivator Soul Master: Even Snow Emperor could only rank eighth. Just how powerful is seventh place?]

[Star Luo Empire Soul Master: Two soul beasts have made the ranking in a row. Surely seventh place won't be another soul beast, will it?]

[Heaven Dou Empire Soul Master: Human powerhouses are no weaker than soul beasts. This time, it will definitely be a Soul Master!]