Sentimental Sword and Ruthless Sword

In an instant, the entire magic array lit up.

Soft white light rose from the ground...

Completely enveloping Cao Xin.

Soon, a crystalline longsword appeared in Cao Xin's left hand.

Its blade seemed to have been polished from the purest crystal, transparent to the point of near illusion, with a faint rainbow glow flowing along its edge.

The light it gave off flickered in and out of sight, at times as bright as a morning star, at others as elegant as a thin mist.

Under the lights, it shimmered with dazzling colors.

That sword seemed to have drawn in all the world's gentleness and agility. Every shift of its light carried an indescribable rhythm that made it impossible to look away.

Martial Soul: Sentimental Sword.

Second Dad Zang Xin's Sentimental Sword.

A trace of delight appeared on Zang Xin's face as well. His eyes instantly lit up with a brilliant gleam, an expression a hundred times more excited than when he himself had awakened his Martial Soul.

He quickly stepped half a pace forward, his hands tightening slightly as his voice rose with excitement.

"Xin, well done."

Cao Dezhi merely gave Zang Xin a helpless look.

Though a faintly helpless smile hung at the corner of his lips, the pride and gratification in his eyes could not be concealed.

Cao Xin inheriting Zang Xin's Sentimental Sword had already given Cao Dezhi a sense of expected emotion.

But at that moment, the awakening ceremony had yet to end.

The light of the magic array did not weaken...

Instead, it grew increasingly intense.

Another ray of light appeared.

In Cao Xin's right hand.

An ancient longsword emerged.

Unlike the crystalline Sentimental Sword...

This sword possessed a bronze-green hue weathered by the years.

Its blade was covered in fine patterns.

Each one was deep and restrained, carrying an austere air that could not be violated.

Martial Soul: Ruthless Sword!

First Dad Cao Dezhi's Ruthless Sword.

As the descendant of Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin, he had directly inherited both of his fathers' Martial Souls.

One on the left, one on the right.

Sentiment and ruthlessness.

Two completely opposing attributes.

Yet at this moment, they coexisted harmoniously in his hands.

Cao Dezhi burst into hearty laughter as well.

His laughter was filled with exhilaration and pride.

Looking at the two swords in Cao Xin's hands, he seemed to see the Tang Sect's limitless future.

"Good!"

"Excellent!"

Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin walked out of the awakening room side by side, their steps far lighter than when they had arrived.

Even the air seemed to still echo with Cao Dezhi's hearty laughter.

They were going to choose Cao Xin's first Soul Spirit.

With the Tang Sect's foundation...

The resources they could naturally draw upon were extraordinary.

Besides, they had long made arrangements for this matter and only needed to set out as soon as his Martial Soul awakened.

Cao Xin remained alone in the awakening room. After standing there for a while longer, he slowly let out a breath.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

As his left hand closed loosely, the crystalline Sentimental Sword silently appeared.

With a similar turn of his right hand, the ancient, weighty Ruthless Sword condensed as well.

One sword was soft and the other unyielding, one bright and the other dark.

Yet they remained peacefully together in his palms.

He tried extending both swords forward at once and immediately sensed a subtle balance.

It was as though the two swords had always been two sides of the same whole, and only together did they form his complete self.

After familiarizing himself with them for a while...

He put away his Martial Souls, turned, left the awakening room, and followed the corridor back to his room.

The room was exactly as it had been when he left.

Cao Xin sat back down in the chair by the window, his toes barely touching the floor. He placed his hands one atop the other on his knees, closed his eyes again, and immersed his consciousness within himself to feel the two utterly different waves of Soul Power in his body.

The Sentimental Sword's Soul Power was gentle and enduring like spring water, while the Ruthless Sword's Soul Power was cold and heavy like chilled iron.

The two slowly circulated through his meridians. Not only did they show no sign of conflict, they instead formed a peculiar cycle, nourishing and supplementing each other.

Just as he immersed himself in this mysterious sensation...

A mechanical voice suddenly sounded deep within his mind without warning.

The voice was cold, flat, and devoid of emotion.

[Ding!]

[Host detected. Identity verification confirmed.]

[Concept Roulette Draw System binding initiated.]

Cao Xin abruptly opened his eyes.

Before he could react, the world before him suddenly changed.

A massive phantom roulette wheel appeared out of thin air.

The entire wheel was translucent, its edges inlaid with intricate golden patterns, while its surface was divided into countless fan-shaped sections.

Every section flickered with different symbols and lights, densely covering the entire wheel.

Those sections varied in size and color.

Some glowed with blazing red light, some gave off a deep purple hue, while others flickered like stars. Every section represented a conceptual ability that he could not yet fully comprehend.

The roulette wheel floated there quietly.

Five pointers extended from its center.

Each pointed in a different direction.

Yet faced with this sudden system...

Cao Xin appeared very calm.

After all, a system was standard equipment for transmigrators.

He had read so many web novels in his previous life. A transmigrator binding a system was simply the most normal process imaginable; the only difference was whether it came sooner or later.

Now that it had arrived...

There was no need for him to make a fuss.

Thus, he took a deep breath and calmly said,

"Begin."

The moment his words fell.

The five pointers began to spin.

The lights within those sections flickered along with them.

Cao Xin held his breath and watched the five pointers rotate at high speed before gradually slowing...

Until they finally stopped, one after another.

Each of the five pointers landed on a section.

Immediately afterward, the phantom roulette wheel quietly vanished.

In its place were five clear lines of text.

They appeared one after another before Cao Xin's eyes.

[Undying Body: Even if your heart, lungs, and entire body are taken out, you will never die, and your body can still function normally.]

[Self: When you immerse yourself in the world of the Self, the patterns and laws of all things will favor you.]

[Set Facts Aside: So long as facts are set aside, no matter what you do, you are right, because the facts have already been set aside.]

[Alchemy Furnace: You can ignore any causality or truth and forcibly refine a designated object into a cultivation pill with realm-breaking effects.]

[Cannot Be Defined: You cannot be defined, observed, or understood.]

In an instant, Cao Xin's mouth fell open, his gaze filled with shock.

He stared at those five lines, reading them back and forth three times to make sure he had not misread a single word, to make sure their descriptions were truly as terrifying as they sounded.

Holy shit!

Those were five insanely powerful conceptual abilities.

He could not help cursing inwardly.

Undying Body, Self, Set Facts Aside, Alchemy Furnace, Cannot Be Defined...

Any one of those five abilities was enough to overturn the entire cultivation system of the Douluo Continent.