Sword Douluo Arrives

Hearing that familiar voice, Ning Rongrong trembled and hurriedly looked around. The moment she saw that familiar white figure, tears immediately streamed from her eyes.

"Wuwuwu... Sword Grandfather, Sword Grandfather."

Ning Rongrong ran into the arms of the white-clad elder, her tears pouring down as though they cost nothing.

The sight made the white-clad elder's heart ache.

"Sword Grandfather... Don't tell me Ning Fengzhi, that bastard, sent Old Fellow Chen Xin over here?" Shi Quan felt a headache coming on.

Given the love Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had for Ning Rongrong in the original story, seeing her look so aggrieved would surely make them investigate the matter thoroughly.

Sure enough.

Chen Xin hurriedly wrapped his arms around her delicate body, asking tenderly, "Rongrong, what happened? Did someone wrong you? Tell Grandfather, and Grandfather will stand up for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xin swept his gaze over everyone present.

His sharp eyes were like a sword hanging over each person's head.

Even Qin Ming, her teacher, felt a bone-piercing chill rise throughout his body when he met Chen Xin's gaze.

Yet Ning Rongrong said nothing after hearing Chen Xin's words. She merely buried herself in his embrace and burst into loud sobs, as though she wanted to pour out all the grievances she had suffered over the past few days.

That appearance made Chen Xin, who had always doted on her, feel even more distressed. A towering rage followed, and the sharp aura made everyone present turn pale.

Qin Ming looked at Shi Quan, then at Ning Rongrong and the white-clad elder. Connecting their conversation, he gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and bowed cautiously. "Senior, are you Sword Douluo, Your Excellency?"

"Hmph. Since you know, why haven't you honestly explained yourself?" Chen Xin's sharp gaze fell on Qin Ming, and the aura unique to a Titled Douluo spread out. Qin Ming's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Shi Quan stepped forward, cupped his fists, and bowed. "Shi Quan pays his respects to Sword Douluo, Your Excellency."

Hearing Shi Quan's voice, Sword Douluo's gaze could not help but settle upon him.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Quan felt as though everything about him had been seen through by Sword Douluo.

"Sword Grandfather, he's the one who bullied me. He even whipped me with Blue Silver Grass!" Ning Rongrong said between sobs, looking pitiful enough to make anyone's heart ache.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xin gently patted Ning Rongrong's back and comforted her softly. "It's all right. Grandfather is here now. No one will dare bully you."

The gentle words had barely faded when his voice turned cold and sharp. "That fellow Fengzhi entrusted Rongrong to you so that you could teach her, not so you could bully her as you pleased. You even dared use your Martial Soul to strike Rongrong. Do you think being a genius means you can act arrogantly on your talent?"

Everyone's expressions tightened. How could they still fail to understand Ning Rongrong's identity? She called Sword Douluo Grandfather and bore the surname Ning. Clearly, this Ning Rongrong was the only daughter of Ning Fengzhi, Sect Leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

With such an identity, Shi Quan had actually dared to bully Ning Rongrong? He had even dared whip her with his Martial Soul. Wasn't that simply courting death?

Shi Quan gave a bitter smile and hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, this is a misunderstanding. I was only teaching her at the time. I can explain. I can assure you that everything I did was in accordance with Uncle Ning's instructions, and that I was sincerely teaching her. I never overstepped, much less bullied Rongrong..."

"A misunderstanding?" Before Shi Quan could finish, Sword Douluo cut him off with a cold laugh. "I will naturally get the truth from that fellow Fengzhi. Since you claim it was instruction, then today, as an elder, I shall properly instruct you as well!"

... Shi Quan's heart sank slightly. He understood that he could not escape a beating. When it was time to yield, he had to yield, so he flattered him, "As a Titled Douluo, Your Excellency is such an extraordinary figure. For this junior to receive Your Excellency's instruction is also my good fortune."

... Chen Xin was speechless.

Tsk...

He had to admit, this kid really knew how to talk.

"Hmph. Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you've said a few nice things." Chen Xin looked coldly at Shi Quan. "We'll let your true abilities speak for themselves. Your Spirit Power is at Rank 22, so I will suppress mine to Rank 22 as well. How much you can learn will depend on your own capability."

"Rank 22? Are you joking with me?" Shi Quan's eyes widened.

This old bastard Sword Douluo truly had no shame. Shi Quan had praised him so much, yet he still intended to use Spirit Power!

The Seven Kill Sword, with nine Spirit Rings absorbed, was not something a mere Spirit Master like him could withstand even without Spirit Power. And now he was saying he would use Rank 22 Spirit Power too.

Wasn't he clearly trying to beat him half to death?

"Thank you for Your Excellency's magnanimity. As expected of Sword Douluo, whose sword bones are filled with righteous energy," Shi Quan said through gritted teeth.

Even Sword Douluo, thick-skinned as he was, could not help feeling slightly pleased after being praised like that in front of everyone.

But when he thought of Ning Rongrong's aggrieved appearance, he still decided to teach Shi Quan a harsh lesson.

However, when Ning Rongrong heard that Sword Douluo would not only use his Martial Soul but also Spirit Power, she immediately looked conflicted. Recalling everything Shi Quan had said, she gritted her teeth and said, "Sword Grandfather, you won't beat him to death like this, will you? How about... we forget it?"

Ning Rongrong's feelings toward Shi Quan were actually extremely complicated. On one hand, she had already decided that she wanted to surpass him through her own efforts and did not want to become what Shi Quan had called her. On the other hand, she felt that she truly had suffered grievances over the past few days. Now that she was facing the people she loved and trusted most, all the grievances in her heart erupted uncontrollably.

Sword Douluo's eyes widened. He awkwardly looked at Ning Rongrong in his arms, then at the people around them. He had already disregarded his own reputation and prepared to give Shi Quan a proper lesson, but just as it was about to begin, Ning Rongrong said to forget it. Wouldn't that make this Titled Douluo a laughingstock?

Seeing Sword Douluo's shifting expression, Shi Quan helplessly said, "Rongrong, there's no need. It is my honor to receive Your Excellency's instruction."

"This kid really isn't bad." Chen Xin looked at Shi Quan.

With a way out now available, Chen Xin's mood improved somewhat. At first, everything about Shi Quan had displeased him, but now he found him somewhat more agreeable. He thought that when the time came, he could go a little easier on him.

Chen Xin said proudly, "Since that is the case, for Rongrong's sake, I will not use Spirit Power. You only need to last one incense stick's worth of time against me."

"Shi Quan really has guts!"

Yu Tianheng and the others all gave Shi Quan a mental thumbs-up. Ning Rongrong had already spoken up for him, yet he still dared ask Chen Xin for instruction.

Chen Xin gently set Ning Rongrong aside and said softly, "Rongrong, wait here for a moment. Grandfather will properly teach this kid a lesson for you. Don't worry, Grandfather will only make him suffer a little. I won't do anything serious to him."

After comforting Ning Rongrong, Chen Xin stepped forward a few paces and said indifferently, "Use every move you can. I'm quite curious to see how long you can last."

"Please enlighten me, Senior." Shi Quan focused his gaze on Chen Xin. After taking a deep breath, he summoned his Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass. His entire cultivation slowly gathered, while a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. Being able to fight Chen Xin, one of the continent's strongest, Shi Quan also wanted to see just how strong he had become.

Chen Xin smiled faintly and flicked his wrist. An Incense Stick appeared in his hand. With a light pinch of his fingers, the Incense Stick ignited.

The instant the Incense Stick fell to the ground, Shi Quan's First Spirit Ring suddenly lit up. Vast amounts of Blue Silver Grass rapidly grew toward Chen Xin.

Shi Quan raised his right hand and clenched it. A slender Blue Silver Vine Whip fell into his grasp. Then his arm shot out like Snake Emerging from its Hole, and the Blue Silver Grass in his hand tore through the air with a fierce gust as it lashed toward Chen Xin.

Feeling the movement of the air around him, Chen Xin was startled as well. Most of his attention had been on the vines creeping toward him, and he had not expected such a powerful vine whip to suddenly shoot out from among them.

Faced with the sudden vine whip, Chen Xin reacted just as quickly. He raised his hand, turning his index and middle fingers into a sword. No Spirit Power Fluctuation emanated from his body, yet those fingers were like an incomparably sharp blade. With a simple slash, the Blue Silver Vines snapped apart.

"Sword qi?" Shi Quan's expression remained unchanged. Using Nine Shadows Shift beneath his feet, he rapidly retreated while continuing to wield the White Python Whip Technique with the Blue Silver Vine Whip in his hand. The fierce, heavy whip became afterimages as it continuously lashed toward Chen Xin.

Even when Chen Xin severed the vine whip, it would rapidly regrow and continue lashing at him.

"This whip technique is rather interesting."

Chen Xin was slightly surprised. As he watched the Blue Silver Grass closing in beneath his feet, he used his sword fingers to fend off the long whip while streams of sharp sword qi burst from his body. In but an instant, all the Blue Silver Grass was cut apart inch by inch.

Since the White Python Whip Technique had been recorded within the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Divine Art, it naturally had its own merits. The White Python Whip Technique was already relatively easy to learn quickly, and with the support of the divine art, as Shi Quan's strength rose, so too did the speed at which he cultivated various basic Martial Arts. Although Shi Quan rarely used this White Python Whip Technique in daily life, once truly employed, its force was by no means weak.

"This alone won't stop me." After their brief exchange, Chen Xin had roughly grasped the power of Shi Quan's White Python Whip Technique. Sword qi surged around him as he strode toward Shi Quan.

The Blue Silver Grass Shi Quan had grown could not hinder Chen Xin in the slightest.

Seeing Chen Xin charge toward him, Shi Quan did not panic at all. He used White Snake Emerging from its Hole once more, and the vine whip in his hand shot straight toward Chen Xin's chest like a venomous snake.

Chen Xin extended his sword fingers directly toward Shi Quan's vine whip. At that moment, Shi Quan's Second Spirit Ring lit up, and the incoming vine whip immediately gave off a dark gleam. Chen Xin almost instinctively changed his sword fingers into a palm.

His joined fingers were like a blade. As his right palm flipped upward, the air seemed to tear apart, and a white current of air curled out from his palm. In that instant, it was as though an enormous sword stood before him.

Decades of rich combat experience allowed him to sense the strength of an opponent's attack from the slightest signs. How could someone skilled in offense possibly overlook an opponent's attack?