Martial Soul Awakening

On the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's plaza, normally used as a training ground for the sect's disciples, a sea of people had gathered.

Many children around six years old stared excitedly toward the center. The elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had also arrived, hoping to see whether this year's batch would produce any promising cultivation talents, especially among the direct disciples—those who possessed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul.

Come to think of it, it had been quite a long time since any truly satisfying talents had appeared.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo sat near the Martial Soul Awakening area. As they watched one disciple after another awaken their Martial Souls, smiles appeared on their faces. These children were the sect's fresh blood; the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would still depend on them.

"Make way, make way!"

Ning Rongrong's childish voice rang out. Though neither her voice nor her stature was imposing, no one dared ignore the little girl. They voluntarily opened a path for her, calling out from time to time, "Young Miss."

Mu Chen was pulled along by Ning Rongrong, but he did not receive the same greetings. His treatment was much like that of an ordinary Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple, and he had not been openly given many cultivation resources.

Of course, the resources he received in secret were another matter entirely.

"Rongrong, Little Chen, come here."

Sword Douluo smiled when he saw the two little ones and beckoned to them.

Ning Rongrong immediately rushed over and hugged Ning Fengzhi and the other two in turn.

"Hmm? Why does Little Chen's temperament seem as though he has become a different person?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled at his beloved daughter but did not directly question Mu Chen. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo beside him had naturally noticed this change in Mu Chen as well, but neither spoke. Still, it should have been a good thing.

"All right, Rongrong. You and Little Chen should go awaken your Martial Souls. This year's fresh blood in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is quite good.

But I believe the two of you will bring us an even greater surprise." Ning Fengzhi said, his gaze toward Mu Chen carrying a meaningful undertone.

Mu Chen smiled at the three of them. Even Rongrong could sense the changes in him, so how could these three fail to notice? Still, it did not matter.

"Brother Chen, why did Father say the sect has fresh blood? Did someone in the sect get hurt and bleed?" Ning Rongrong asked curiously as Mu Chen led her away by the hand.

"That doesn't mean bleeding. Uncle Ning meant that this year's newly awakened disciples are quite impressive, and many of them have outstanding talent," Mu Chen explained as they watched the Martial Soul Awakening ceremony.

"Brother Chen knows so much~" Ning Rongrong said admiringly as she looked at Mu Chen. Children were often more sensitive to how others felt about them, and Ning Rongrong knew who truly treated her well.

Six black stones had been arranged on the ground in the shape of a hexagon, with a blue crystal ball beside them. Behind the elder in charge of the Martial Soul Awakening appeared a crystalline seven-story pagoda.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect itself had been built in the likeness of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, radiating seven-colored hues and enchanting halos of light.

Seven-colored light flowed into the stones on the ground. A golden light burst forth from the stones and enveloped a disciple standing before them. Then, the disciple extended his right hand.

A seven-story pagoda appeared in the disciple's palm. The seven-colored radiance reflected his joy, and he withdrew his Martial Soul with a thought, having received specialized training.

The elder then brought the crystal ball before him. The disciple placed his hand on it, and the blue crystal ball soon lit up.

The elder nodded in satisfaction at the sight before announcing, "Innate seventh-level Soul Power. Your talent is quite good. Remember to cultivate diligently in the future."

"Wow~ Innate seventh-level Soul Power! I only have innate fifth-level Soul Power," a girl said as she looked enviously at the disciple who had just finished.

"That really is impressive. And he's a direct disciple too. After today, his standing in the sect will rise quite a bit," another voice said, filled with envy.

"Stop talking. Young Miss is starting her Martial Soul Awakening too. Wow!

That light is far more dazzling than the one from the innate seventh-level Soul Power earlier."

Another voice rang out, drawing everyone's attention.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo, seated nearby, smiled. Innate ninth-level Soul Power—just as expected of Rongrong.

Although Rongrong was playful and restless, her talent was beyond question. It was exceptionally strong, making her the most talented among this year's disciples and the only one with innate ninth-level Soul Power.

The gap between her and the other disciples was no small thing. There were not even many with innate eighth-level Soul Power this year, so Rongrong's innate ninth-level Soul Power was exceptionally eye-catching.

"Innate ninth-level Soul Power, Young Miss!"

The elder stared at Ning Rongrong in shock, his voice trembling slightly. The Young Miss's talent truly was extraordinarily outstanding.

The other disciples looked at Ning Rongrong with envy and astonishment. The entire plaza erupted.

Good heavens, that little demoness was actually so talented. Wouldn't she become even more lawless in the future?

The only person who remained relatively calm was Mu Chen himself.

Come on, someone who could become a god in Douluo Continent I would still possess top-tier talent even without taking immortal herbs. Innate ninth-level Soul Power was well within my expectations.

"Hehe~ Brother Chen, you need to do your best too!"

Ning Rongrong smiled at Mu Chen, then skipped and hopped over to Ning Fengzhi with an expression that practically begged for praise.

Mu Chen smiled at the scene. Innate ninth-level Soul Power had already drawn so much shock and applause. Wouldn't his super Martial Soul, the Emperor Dragon Sword, along with Innate Full Soul Power, blow the entire place away? Of course, what mattered even more were the Cool Points.

Showing off before so many people would definitely earn him plenty of Cool Points, especially with heavyweights like Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo present.

A flash of golden light enveloped Mu Chen's body. He felt as though he had been immersed in a hot spring, utterly comfortable.

At the same time, a long sword over a foot long appeared in Mu Chen's right hand. Its slender blade gleamed with dazzling light, while two small, ferocious dragon heads stood on either side of its hilt.

The hilt Mu Chen held was green, its outer surface interwoven like layers of azure dragon scales, giving it a distinct sense of texture.

Mu Chen tightened his grip on the Emperor Dragon Sword, feeling an extraordinary sense of familiarity and ease.

The Emperor Dragon Sword also emitted a faint dragon's might. Yet even this tiny trace of dragon's might made the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples with beast Martial Souls turn pale, their Martial Souls and bodies trembling uncontrollably.

This was terror from the deepest depths of their beast Martial Souls. Regardless of the difference in strength, none of them could completely avoid its influence.

The Azure Dragon Bloodline was terrifying indeed!