Chapter 4: With a son like this, what more could I ask for?
"This... this sword energy..."
Ning Fengzhi, who was standing aside, had no idea what Ning Chen had realized at this moment.
But he could feel the sword energy emanating from Ning Chen's surroundings, scratching his cheek and causing pain.
The soul power hovering around the sect suddenly became restless.
Under the guidance of Ning Chen's sword energy, a soul power gale was formed, rushing straight into the sky. With one sword, the clouds in the sky were pierced through!
The fierce sword intent makes people feel chilled to the bone, and the soul power of the whole body, including the martial soul, trembles, as if witnessing the birth of the legendary sword immortal!
The emotions of the martial soul can be reflected on people.
For a moment, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin even wanted to kneel down and worship this mortal swordsman who had just turned six years old and had not yet awakened his martial soul!
"Man and sword are one, and having no sword is better than having one. Even... Chen'er's sword contains a sword secret that I have never heard of! This... this..."
Jian Dao Chen Xin was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly for a moment.
For him, the pursuit of perfection in kendo was what he and his father pursued throughout their lives.
Not to mention the mysteries that Ning Chen comprehended and achieved.
Being able to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship where swordlessness is better than sword-wielding, this is enough to be proud of, and will be passed down through generations to come!
I originally thought that he lacked talent and had no hope in life.
We can only leave the path to the pinnacle of kendo to future generations to explore.
But now!
Hope is right in front of us!
It’s the child in front of you who just turned six years old!
His morning son!
Made it!
It even surpassed the realm of swordsmanship and created an unprecedented swordsmanship path for sword practitioners!
A more powerful method of practicing swordsmanship!
Just when Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin were extremely excited.
The sky gradually calmed down.
The soul power gradually stabilizes.
Even the area around Ning Chen, where outsiders dared not approach him, became peaceful and tranquil at this moment.
Everything that happened before seemed as if it had never happened.
"Unfortunately, because I haven't awakened my martial soul yet, I can't use my soul power. So what I have realized now is only the basic level of opening the gate of heaven with one sword. It seems that it will take some time to reach the complete version that can really open the gate of heaven."
Ning Chen slowly retracted the aura created by the sword that opened the sky gate. He felt a little regretful, but not too disappointed.
Two and a half years is not long compared to the long life span one would have after becoming a high-level soul master.
What's more, before he awakened his martial soul and had the soul power to mobilize, he was able to release such fierce and earth-shaking power. He was already very satisfied.
"Chen'er, you have just broken through and achieved a breakthrough where no sword is better than with a sword, and even created an unprecedented realm of swordsmanship?" Although Chen Xin was certain, he still wanted to get a positive answer from the other party.
Ning Chen nodded: "Yes, Grandpa Jian, but I have just embarked on this path and am not familiar with it. If possible in the future, I can tell you my understanding of it and help you break through to this level of swordsmanship."
"Chen'er, are you serious? Don't lie to your Grandpa Jian!"
Chen Xin's eyes lit up, and his turbid eyes instantly emitted an incomparably bright light.
"Grandpa Jian, I was raised by you and my father. Everything I have was given by the sect and my elders. How could I possibly deceive you?" Ning Chen said with a smile.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Chen Xin was extremely excited, his eyes were slightly moist, and his big hands, covered with calluses from years of holding swords, tightly grasped Ning Chen's smooth and delicate little hands, refusing to let go for a long time.
"Good boy, your father is here. On behalf of Uncle Jian and the clan, thank you."
Ning Fengzhi wanted to bow, but Ning Chen held him back and said quickly, "Foster father, if you do this, won't you embarrass me?"
Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, patted Ning Chen's shoulder, and said nothing.
All words are implied.
This child is gifted and intelligent. What is most rare is that he is thoughtful, polite, well-mannered, and knows the rules. He is also humble and respectful and filial to his elders.
With a son like this, what else could I ask for?
In his heart, he became more and more satisfied with this adopted son he had adopted many years ago.
But the more extraordinary the other party performed, the more satisfied he was, and the more regretful he felt.
How wonderful it would be if this child was really his biological son!
Ning Fengzhi sighed slightly in his heart, sorted out his mood, and continued:
"We father and son don't need to exchange so many polite words."
"By the way, today is the day for your martial soul to awaken. Your father has prepared everything. I will take you to the sect's martial arts arena to awaken your martial soul with the sect's disciples."
Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly and took Ning Chen to the martial arts training ground in the front yard of the sect.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect had many disciples, including two Titled Douluo, fifteen Soul Douluo, and eighty-six Soul Saint-level powerhouses. In addition, there were many more disciples, all gathered on the martial arts field at this moment.
Although most of them did not have descendants who needed to awaken their martial spirits, there were also many who were originally busy with tasks assigned by the sect outside, and they were all present at this moment.
Obviously, they were ordered by the sect leader Ning Fengzhi to come here specially to witness the moment when Ning Chen, the man who led the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to a whole new level, awakened his martial soul.
The martial arts arena was packed with people, surrounding the crystal ball and the hexagram array used for awakening.
Seeing Ning Fengzhi coming with Ning Chen, the real boss, they consciously made way for Ning Fengzhi, Ning Chen and Jian Douluo to pass through.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the three people, especially Ning Chen.
"I don't know what kind of amazing martial spirit the young master can awaken."
Among the disciples watching, one of them muttered to himself.
"I guess what the young master has awakened must be related to the way of the sword."
"Although the young master's performance in all aspects is far beyond that of ordinary people, his talent in swordsmanship is beyond the reach of even Elder Chen Xin and Elder Gu Rong. The martial spirit should be related to the sword, right?"
"Young Master is a man of great talent. The martial spirit he has awakened is definitely beyond the comprehension of mere mortals like us!"
"That's right, but remember, the young master has been very kind to our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Even if he awakens a useless martial spirit like the eldest son of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, you must never neglect the young master when you meet him in the future!"
"That's right!"
“That’s right!”
…
As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted everyone's approval.
only.
They felt that there was no comparison between the young master of their Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and the waste named Yu Xiaogang from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.
What was that guy who was swindling people everywhere, saying there were no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters, doing when he was two or three years old?
Just piss and mud!
And the young master of their Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
He was a man of extraordinary talent. When he was only two or three years old, he had already brought his sect to a level that was as wealthy as a country!
How can the two be compared?
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(End of this chapter)
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