The Young Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect

"Young Master! Today is the day of the Spirit Awakening Ceremony. We should hurry. The Master and the two elders have decided to personally conduct the Spirit Awakening Ceremony for you."

A cute maiden with delicate features and her hair tied into twin buns was knocking on the door of an ornate room. She looked to be around ten years old. After knocking for quite a while and receiving no response, she frowned.

"Young Master, we're going to be late. Get up already."

"I know, I know. I'm coming! It's only a Spirit Awakening Ceremony for me anyway. If I don't go, it's not like they'll call it off."

Hearing the lazy voice from inside, the maiden happily giggled, opened the door, and walked in.

A little boy of about six years old, with short chestnut hair, came into view.

The boy was rubbing his eyes and yawning as he looked toward the girl.

Seeing that he was still lazing in bed, the maiden puffed out her cheeks.

"Young Master! Of course you don't care. If you're late, I'm the one who'll get scolded."

"Good... Good, Ning Tao. I'll get up right now. Honestly, you're so noisy."

The boy rose helplessly, muttering nonstop.

After a while, the neat and clean little boy, with his handsome features, had gotten dressed and washed up. He then walked toward the Council Hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with his maid, Ning Tao.

That was right. This was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Top Three Sects on the Douluo Continent. The boy was named Ning Bei, the youngest son of the current Sect Master, Ning Fengzhi, and unquestionably the treasured jewel of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Bei had an Elder Brother above him. Twelve years old that year, his name was Ning Fan. The original story had never mentioned him, and Ning Rongrong had not yet been born.

In his previous life, Ning Bei had been a Level 5 wage slave on Blue Star. After getting drunk with a group of bad friends, he had been painlessly sent to the Douluo Continent by a Slag Truck driver who was drunk as well.

When he had first arrived on the Douluo Continent, Ning Bei had become a baby, which had made him uncomfortable for quite some time. After all, he possessed the soul of a thirty-year-old inside an infant's body. Being held by his young mother, who was close to his own apparent age, while she changed his diapers and fed him milk had filled Ning Bei with embarrassment.

As he grew older, Ning Bei gradually grew accustomed to living through childhood all over again.

Having been an orphan in his previous life, he finally got to experience the joy of family affection.

Besides, did people even understand how wonderful life in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was? In his previous life, this was practically the equivalent of being born in Rome.

At least until Little Rascal reached adulthood, Ning Bei would live a life free of worries about food and clothing.

As he walked toward the Council Hall, he looked at the buildings paved with expensive seven-colored bricks around him. The entire sect practically screamed luxury without the slightest attempt at subtlety, as if it were afraid others might not know that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was rich.

By the time he arrived at the Council Hall, five people were already waiting inside. They were Ning Bei's adoptive parents, his adoptive Elder Brother Ning Fan, and the Sword and Bone Titled Douluo.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong, the two Titled Douluo, held exalted positions in the sect as its guardians. They had protected the sect for decades without fail, and it was thanks to their presence that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect possessed the status of one of the Top Three Sects.

They were both in their seventies. Their Soul Power Levels were currently Rank 95 and Rank 94 respectively, though they still had some way to go before reaching their strength in the original story.

The beautiful woman sitting beside Ning Fengzhi saw Ning Bei enter and happily waved him over.

Ning Bei politely greeted his father, his Elder Brother, and the Sword and Bone guardians. Amid everyone's smiles, he went to the beautiful woman's side.

"Mother, good morning."

The woman smiled and pulled him onto her lap. Ning Bei lazily leaned against her upright bosom. Ever since he had been born, this had become his exclusive seat. He just didn't know whether he would still receive such treatment after Ning Rongrong was born.

"You lazy little monkey. It's hardly morning anymore—it's almost noon. So many of us have been waiting for you. How can you not feel embarrassed?"

A trace of awkwardness appeared on Ning Bei's face.

"Mother, I'm at the age where my body is growing. If I don't get enough sleep, it'll affect my height. If I'm not tall enough, it'll affect the height of your grandson. Your grandson's height—"

"That's enough, that's enough! Who would have thought someone so young could be such a smooth talker?"

Ning Fengzhi, sitting beside them, interrupted Ning Bei with a helpless expression. If he let him continue, the Spirit Awakening Ceremony might well be postponed until tomorrow.

"Hurry up and stand in the middle. Your brother will awaken your Martial Soul for you. Try to awaken a good Martial Soul and make your mother happy."

Ning Bei, having been interrupted, looked thoroughly displeased and muttered under his breath:

"It'll be either the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda or the Flame Bow. What else could I awaken, a flower? If I awaken something different, you'll probably have to take drastic measures, old man."

The Flame Bow was Ning Bei's mother's Martial Soul. According to the theory of a certain Grandmaster, one's Martial Soul would inherit one of the Martial Souls possessed by one's parents, though in a small number of cases, a mutation might occur.

Ning Fengzhi's face darkened as he listened to his youngest son's muttering.

"What did you just say, Kid?"

"Nothing. Let's get this over with!"

Gu Rong, standing beside them, looked at Ning Bei with a kindly smile. Yet the smile squeezed out by his thin, gaunt face looked terrifying no matter how one looked at it.

"Bei Er has been different from other children since he was young. Perhaps he can break through the shackles of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Ning Bei curled his lips. How could breaking through those shackles be that easy?

In the original story, Ning Rongrong had possessed an Innate Soul Power of Rank 9, and she had still needed Little Rascal's Immortal Herb!

Ning Bei didn't have any special warrior's spirit. Awakening the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda and standing in the back to buff his teammates would be pretty good. Most importantly, Ning Bei was afraid of pain. Battle Soul Masters regularly hunted soul beasts and fought Soul Battles, so suffering injuries and bleeding were everyday occurrences.

Ning Bei stood in the center of the hall, and Ning Fan came before him.

Ning Fan was twelve years old that year, and his Soul Power Level had already reached Rank 25. He would be the one awakening Ning Bei's Martial Soul.

"Little Bei, a Martial Soul is extremely important to us Soul Masters. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll most likely awaken the same Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda as me. Brother will help you awaken your Martial Soul now."

As he spoke, he placed several black stones around Ning Bei before walking in front of him.

"Raise your right hand and try to draw out your Martial Soul."

Ning Bei closed his eyes at the sound of his words and extended his right hand.

Ning Fan also began channeling his Soul Power into Ning Bei's body, helping him awaken his Martial Soul.

Ning Bei immediately felt warmth spread through his entire body, as if something inside him was being suppressed and was about to burst out through his right hand.

Everyone in the hall, including the maid Xiaotao, nervously watched Ning Bei's right hand without daring to speak.

Half a minute later, a small tower entirely black and yellow in color appeared in Ning Bei's hand.

The tower had a full nine levels, sending Ning Fengzhi and the others into a frenzy of excitement.

"Nine Treasures... Hmm? What kind of tower is this?"

"Why is it yellow?"

The Dou Qi Continent. Central Plains.

Xuan Kongzi, Xuan Yi, and Tian Leizi stared at one another.

The Pill Pagoda's three giants sank into thought as they looked at the empty plaza before them.

"Where did my enormous Pill Pagoda go?"

Xuan Kongzi gestured with both hands to indicate the height of the Pill Pagoda.

"Damn it! It must have been done by those bastards from the Soul Hall."

A piercing, mocking laugh seemed to ring in the three men's ears.

"Ke ke ke."