The Human Emperor World.
Inside an antiquely furnished room.
Chen Xin slowly steadied himself, his gaze sweeping over the elegant old wooden furnishings around him.
Was this the future world?
As a vast flood of memories poured into his sea of consciousness, his pupils suddenly widened.
He was actually an elder of the Chen Clan.
The Seven Kill Sword's Chen Clan had actually passed down its legacy intact, without a single break!
Emotion surged in Chen Xin's heart, and he immediately began searching urgently through the room.
Where were the books?
Given his habits, there had to be a bookshelf in his room.
He soon found the bookshelf and pulled out a thick volume of historical records.
"Chen Clan Historical Records."
This was it!
Chen Xin's heart pounded as he lowered his head and read rapidly.
In this timeline.
After his grandfather lost to Qian Daoliu, he happened to meet the Human Emperor. With his guidance, he broke through to become a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo in one fell swoop.
His grandfather had not died.
His father therefore had not needed to go to his death seeking revenge for his grandfather, and had likewise reached level ninety-nine.
Even Chen Xin himself was a Peerless Douluo.
Three Peerless Douluo in one family!
Back then, the Chen Clan's might had shaken the entire continent. Its ancestral flame had continued from generation to generation, flourishing to this day.
Now, the clan had more than ten Super Douluo.
Chen Xin's fingertips tightened around the pages as hot tears slid from the corners of his eyes.
This was the Chen Clan he had longed for all his life!
This was how their Chen Clan should be.
The Seven Kill Sword was inferior to no one.
His thoughts turned.
Chen Xin thought of himself in the present-day Douluo world.
Only level ninety-six, hunted relentlessly by Spirit Hall, he could only cling to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to eke out an existence.
Shame instantly swept through his entire body.
The Douluo Continent.
Huge words slowly unfurled across the sky, and everyone followed Chen Xin's perspective, reading the records in the book.
Ning Fengzhi gazed at the sky screen and sighed softly.
No wonder Uncle Jian had hurried to search for historical records as soon as he arrived.
This was the wish Uncle Jian had hidden deep in his heart all his life.
People only knew of Sword Douluo's illustrious reputation.
But who knew that Uncle Jian had also endured a life of drifting and hardship in his youth?
Spirit Hall.
Qian Daoliu's expression was indifferent.
Chen Jianjun and his father were indeed quite good.
Those two generations of Seven Kill Sword wielders were among the few on the continent, apart from Tang Chen and Bo Saixi, who could injure him.
But that was all. In the end, they were merely small fry.
As for Chen Xin, he was even more useless.
Each generation of the Chen Clan was worse than the last.
Chen Xin gently stroked the yellowed pages with his palm.
Even though this was merely the history of another timeline, not something that had truly happened to him.
As long as he knew such a world existed, where the Chen Clan had not been destroyed and remained incomparably glorious, he could rest easy.
At that very moment.
The shackles in Chen Xin's heart came undone, and the barrier holding back his level instantly shattered.
Hum!
The Soul Power within him surged and churned, rising by one level.
Level ninety-seven!
Joy appeared on Chen Xin's face. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected that a mere change in his state of mind would allow him to break through the barrier that had blocked him for ten years.
Today, joy had been added to joy.
Outside the door, a maid's voice drifted in softly.
"Elder, it's time to teach at the academy."
"Understood."
Chen Xin answered and quietly set down the book.
His identity in this world was that of an academy instructor.
The scene shifted.
Inside a classroom.
Feng Xiaotian abruptly opened his eyes as memories poured madly into his mind.
The instant he finished reviewing them, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
A savage?
His identity was actually that of a savage!
Because he had lived in the remote wilderness for years and had never received a formal Soul Master education.
Despite having Innate Full Soul Power, he was now twenty-two years old and only level forty-two.
Now that someone had found him and brought him back to the city, he even had to attend classes with first-year students.
What kind of joke was this!
A surge of fury rushed straight to his head.
Even if he had devoted himself to refining his Self-Created Soul Skill and somewhat neglected his cultivation, that hardly warranted labeling him a savage!
Was his talent really so insignificant in this world?
Feng Xiaotian's face flushed red with anger.
"Feng Xiaotian! Pay attention."
At the lectern, the teacher looked at him calmly and shook his head slightly.
"Hee-hee."
"He really is a savage. His concentration is awful."
The children around him cast amused looks his way, snickering under their breath.
Feng Xiaotian clenched both fists, fury churning within him.
But he forcibly suppressed his anger and sat still.
Fine, he would pay attention.
He wanted to see just what the teachers of this world could teach.
"Today, we'll be discussing Self-Created Soul Skills. Would any student like to come up and demonstrate?"
Feng Xiaotian's eyes suddenly lit up. The corners of his mouth lifted, and he immediately raised his hand.
He knew this!
"All right, Feng Xiaotian, come up and demonstrate."
Feng Xiaotian strode forward and activated his Soul Power.
"Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes!"
Bladed winds howled.
The Douluo Continent.
Tang San was on his way to the Speed Clan with everyone. Looking up and seeing this scene, he turned his head and asked a question.
"Teacher, what is a Self-Created Soul Skill?"
Grandmaster glanced at the sky screen and explained confidently.
"A so-called Self-Created Soul Skill."
"Is a Soul Skill created by a Soul Master themselves, free from the limitations of their original Soul Rings. It can be unleashed without a Soul Ring."
"To think Feng Xiaotian has actually mastered a Self-Created Soul Skill, and one with such a complete, mature system."
"I'm afraid that, apart from you Shrek Seven Devils, he is the most difficult opponent of this generation."
His tone was grave.
"I see."
Tang San pondered inwardly.
So the Douluo Continent also had things similar to martial techniques.
Then did his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track count as a Self-Created Soul Skill?
Feng Xiaotian slowly brought his technique to a close, looking pleased with himself.
He quietly awaited praise.
"Well done. Feng Xiaotian's Self-Created Soul Skill has a primitive beauty to it."
After watching the entire sequence, the teacher offered polite praise.
Feng Xiaotian stiffened all over, and anger surged within him.
Primitive?
Wasn't that still calling him a savage!
Even this wasn't good enough?
Did these people understand Self-Created Soul Skills at all? His Self-Created Soul Skill was already very polished, all right?
"Li Chen, demonstrate for us."
A boy stood up. Soul Power quietly gathered in his palm, condensing into a sharp throwing knife, and he raised his hand and threw it.
He did not release a single Soul Ring throughout the entire process.
Feng Xiaotian's eyes widened.
That was possible?
The Douluo Continent.
Grandmaster shuddered, his face filled with disbelief.
Tang San was just about to say something when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that even Tang Hao beside him had eyes filled with shock.
Was this move really that heaven-defying?
Tang San was puzzled. He had not thought there was anything unusual about it. Wasn't this just like hidden force?
The teacher looked at the boy and slowly nodded.
"Very good. This is the general-purpose Soul Skill Cultivation Method 'Flying Knife,' which also counts as a type of Self-Created Soul Skill. Being able to develop it into a working technique before enrollment shows that you've grasped the basics of controlling Soul Power."
"Next, I'll explain how to create and cultivate Self-Created Soul Skills."
Feng Xiaotian held his breath and focused.
This world had now shocked him to the core, and he listened without daring to relax his attention in the slightest.
Good heavens.
Who would have thought Soul Power could actually be condensed directly and then thrown out?
With this, what did anyone need Soul Rings for?
Soul Skill Cultivation Method.
So that was what it was called.
Later, I absolutely have to learn this.
Feng Xiaotian's eyes blazed. He had a feeling that this was the technique he had waited for all his life, the fighting method best suited to him.
The Douluo Continent.
Countless Soul Masters quietly gazed up at the sky screen.
Soul Skill Cultivation Method.
They had never heard this term before, but even a single glance made it seem unfathomably profound.
The sky screen split into three.
On the far left was Peerless Tang Sect.
Xiao Wu successfully met up with Mu En.
The camera swept across various parts of the continent.
The host beside her was impassioned, continuously introducing the local customs and strength of Peerless Tang Sect.
But almost no one stopped to watch.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the Human Emperor World. Even Tang San listened with keen interest.
Grandmaster abruptly reached out and shook Tang San's shoulders.
"San! Wake up!"
"Everyone on the continent has been drawn to the Human Emperor World. We're in a very dangerous position!"
"This is the Human Emperor's scheme, using these benefits to lure the various factions. We must stay vigilant!"
Tang San abruptly came to his senses, his brows knitting tightly.
"You're right, Teacher."
He had nearly fallen for those sugar-coated cannonballs just now.
"Don't panic. I have a way."
A confident smile curled the Grandmaster's lips.
Tang Hao stood to the side, smiling faintly.
As expected of the master he had found for his son-truly dependable.
The Grandmaster continued.
"We just need to spread the word everywhere that self-created soul skills take an extreme amount of time and aren't worth the cost."
"Feng Xiaotian is the best cautionary example. Look at how many years he spent polishing his self-created soul skill, only for people to still look down on the result."
The eyes of everyone from Shrek around him lit up.
Exactly!
After a little thought, Tang San nodded repeatedly.
This soul skill cultivation method looked profound and difficult. Ordinary people could not possibly master it in a month.
They had a full thirty days, enough to thoroughly drag this matter through the mud.
However.
Tang San secretly calculated.
Even if others did not learn it, he certainly would.
He would first learn the Human Emperor World's finest techniques, then head to Peerless Tang Sect. That way, he could kill two birds with one stone.
Human Emperor Classroom.
Feng Xiaotian listened, utterly enthralled.
Since there was a ready-made cultivation method he could practice, what was the point of struggling to create his own?
He really had made the right choice coming to this world.
Human Emperor City.
The Human Emperor Academy's First Academy was known simply as Human Emperor Academy.
This was no ordinary school like the one Feng Xiaotian attended, but the finest school in the entire Human Emperor World.
It gathered all the prodigies in one place.
Since yesterday, the people of the Douluo Continent had begun wondering just how powerful this First Academy was.
First-Year Class Two.
Chen Xin followed the broad, stone-paved avenue stretching into the distance and arrived at the Rock Training Ground.
He was the practical combat instructor, and the academy had assigned a support-type Titled Douluo to assist with his daily lessons.
The support-type teacher was already waiting there.
"Teacher Chen Xin!"
"Mm."
Chen Xin returned the greeting mildly.
He raised his eyes to the young students before him.
This was Human Emperor Academy.
The minimum admission requirement was innate full soul power, or a martial soul rating of at least ninety points.
He knew countless people on the Douluo Continent were watching beneath the sky screen, so he deliberately spoke up.
"Students, step forward in order and introduce your martial souls and levels."
"Let's start from the far left."
On the far left, a boy strode forward under everyone's gazes without a trace of shyness.
"Mu Xuan, innate full soul power, rank thirty-eight, martial soul: Golden Sacred Dragon!"
"Roar-"
The Golden Sacred Dragon martial soul appeared behind him and let out a majestic roar.
The Grandmaster trembled violently, his own martial soul seemingly pinned down by an invisible force.
So a martial soul like this truly existed in the world, one that could affect him through images alone.
"Isn't that our Golden Iron Triangle's Martial Soul Fusion Skill?!"
Flender cried out loudly at the sight.
The Grandmaster's thoughts surged.
His martial soul had clearly been trying to evolve into this very form. It had only mutated into Luo Sanpao because that evolution had failed.
Damn it!
Why did heaven have to torment someone with such a bitter fate? Why wouldn't it let my evolution succeed?!
My martial soul clearly had such a powerful bloodline, yet I only had innate half-rank soul power. Was that fair?
The Grandmaster's heart ached as though it were dripping blood.
Twelve years old, rank thirty-eight.
Such a high rank profoundly shook the Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent.
Immediately afterward, the second boy stepped out.
"Xu Ran, innate rank nine, rank thirty-five, martial soul: Purple Brilliant Heaven Destroying Dragon."
The third stepped forward, his voice clear and bright.
"Ji Wushuang, innate rank twenty, rank forty-seven, martial soul: Xuanyuan Sword!"
Innate rank twenty? Rank forty-seven!
What was this?
How could such a terrifying genius exist in the world!
Everyone across the entire Douluo Continent was dumbfounded.
Qian Renxue stood quietly, her gaze calm.
She had already suspected as much.
Sure enough, the future world would have people with innate rank twenty soul power.
"Innate rank twenty? Such talent is impossible. I've never heard of it."
Shock covered the Grandmaster's face. In all his years, he had never even heard of such a thing.
Could this be what a perfect score meant?
Recalling his earlier disdain for Human Emperor Academy's rating system, he now felt as though blade after blade were stabbing into his heart.
"Little San, does the Peerless Tang Sect world have innate rank twenty soul power?"
"No. You can all see everything I can see."
Tang San frowned deeply and shook his head.
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