Chapter 13: The Little Witch of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect - Douluo's spirit bead sword

Chapter 13: The Little Witch of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect Within the grand hall of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, a profound silence had descended. The two Titled Douluos were filled with admiration for Ning Fengzhi's insight, yet equally astounded by the information concerning Tang San. Eventually, Gu Rong broke the silence. "Fengzhi, why do you say Tang San is Tang Hao's son? Is it simply because of his surname?" "Of course not," Ning Fengzhi shook his head, slipping into reminiscence. "This involves a well-known incident in the realm of soul masters." "Six years ago, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall led two Titled Douluos to fail in their pursuit of a soul beast, suffering grave injuries at the hands of the Haotian Douluo." "I pondered at the time, what kind of soul beast warranted such a formidable pursuit, and crucially, they failed. It was widely rumored that after Tang Hao defeated them, he seized the soul beast, achieving his Titled Douluo status." "But I believe the sequence was mistaken. At that time, Tang Hao was merely an eight-ringed Soul Douluo. Even a powerful one couldn't possibly fend off three Titled Douluos. Therefore, the order should be that he became a Titled Douluo first, then defeated them." "However, how could a Soul Douluo possibly prevail against three Titled Douluos? There is only one possibility!" Ning Fengzhi speculated. "Sacrifice!" Chen Xin and Gu Rong exclaimed in unison. "Exactly. Only a soul beast willingly sacrificing itself could explain everything. I investigated Tang Hao and discovered he had married a woman with a Blue Silver Grass spirit during his crucial period of achieving Titled Douluo status. At the time, I naively mocked him for being seduced by beauty. In retrospect, that woman was likely not a mere soul master but a soul beast in human form, a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor!" "Tang San, surname Tang, precisely six years old, Blue Silver Grass spirit, born with full soul power. Too many coincidences align to simply be coincidental!" Ning Fengzhi concluded. At this point, both the Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo no longer harbored doubt. Bone Douluo even suggested, "Should we not eliminate this child while he's still in the cradle? Twin spirits, born with full soul power, if allowed to mature, not even Old Sword and I might match him!" "No need," Ning Fengzhi rebuffed. "Though the upper three sects sometimes quarrel, we fundamentally share common ground. Haotian Douluo is formidable; there's no reason to make an enemy of him. Besides, Uncle Bone, haven't you forgotten? Just as Tang Hao has Tang San, we have little Tian." Upon hearing this, Gu Rong calmed down. "Indeed, little Tian's two terrifying spirits, especially that sword; it's no less formidable than the Clear Sky Hammer." "Beyond comparison!" Chen Xin, though a stranger to verbosity, expressed unwavering confidence in Tian Lin. At that moment, the young boy the three leaders trusted was secluded in his room, diligently cultivating with a novel meditation technique. After completing a full cycle of the soul force, Tian Lin exhaled a murky breath. "What a powerful Wa Emperor Meditation Technique. Not only has it accelerated the cultivation of my soul force by nearly half, but it also purifies it, saving me the effort of sorting through impure soul force," Tian Lin said, opening his eyes with excitement. With the Wa Emperor Meditation Technique compounded by the enhancements from the Holy Spirit Pearl, his current cultivation speed in fourteen years equated to over twenty-seven years for an ordinary soul master born with full soul power. This realization boosted his confidence immensely, for time was his greatest scarcity. "Hungry... it must be time for dinner!" Pushing open his room door, Tian Lin realized the sky had already darkened, and his afternoon had slipped away in meditation. With dinner time passed and the canteen likely closed, he resigned to picking fruit in the orchard. As he stepped out, several small figures followed him stealthily. In the orchard, he located a ripe fruit to wash and eat to stave off hunger when suddenly, something long whooshed toward him. Sensing danger, Tian Lin dodged aside. The fruit fell from his hand, and another object immediately shot toward it, nailing it onto a tree branch. Upon closer inspection, Tian Lin realized it was a bone. "Who's attacking me? Come out!" At his demand, figures emerged from the woods, led by Ning Rongrong. "Hmph, I'm here. Am I supposed to be afraid of you?" "Little witch, what do you want? Bullying a fellow disciple without reason?" Tian Lin teased. "You dare call me little witch? How infuriating! I'm definitely going to teach you a lesson today." Ning Rongrong signaled her companions, who stepped forward to encircle Tian Lin. "You're ganging up on me?" "Afraid, are you? I've waited so long for this chance. Because of you, Grandpa Sword scolded me for the first time. I’ll give you one last chance. Agree to be my little follower and do what I say, and I'll spare you today!" Ning Rongrong boasted with pride, her petty grudge lingering since a trivial incident long past. Tian Lin shook his head. "Sorry, but as I said before, I have no habit of being anyone's follower, so I have to decline." "How infuriating! Teach him a lesson!" This marked her second rejection, by the same person, and she couldn’t bear it any longer. "You asked for it, sorry kid. But you provoked the wrong person, the young Miss Ning!" The leading boy said, roughly eleven or twelve years old, with the highest soul power among them. Tian Lin eyed the speaker. "Was it your bone earlier?" "Indeed, I'm Gu Ran, martial spirit: Skeletal War Horse, level twenty-two power attack system soul master!" Gu Ran introduced, flaunting two yellow soul rings. "I recall Bone Douluo having no children?" Tian Lin mused whether Gu Ran bore a relation to Bone Douluo, pondering if he should hold back. "I'm not related by blood to the great master. The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect took me in as an orphan, and with my skeletal martial spirit, Bone Douluo accepted me as a pupil, allowing me entry into the Imperial Hall,'' Gu Ran explained. "You're too young to be my match. Agree with the young Miss's terms, and we remain peaceful." While Gu Ran spoke earnestly, Ning Rongrong couldn't wait. "Why talk so much, Gu Ran? Just give him a beating." "It’s kind of you, but my spirit is the sword, and my sword's heart forbids me to bow. Thus, I must decline your kindness." As he spoke, Tian Lin's soul rings shimmered, and the Demon Sword appeared in his grasp. "Tian Lin, martial spirit: Demon Sword, level fifteen power attack system soul master. Let’s begin!"