Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi were willing to believe Chen Xin’s words.
But the Seven Kill Sword martial soul couldn’t appear for no reason.
According to martial soul inheritance theory, a child’s martial soul would only inherit from one of the parents.
Even if the martial soul mutated, it couldn’t precisely mutate into the Seven Kill Sword, right?
Moreover, Ning Tianchen’s father did not have a sword-type martial soul.
“Perhaps there is another possibility.” The clever Ning Fengzhi explained, “Tianchen’s father’s family should be related to the former Chen family.
It’s possible that a female who married out of the Chen family gave birth to descendants who, although they didn’t have the Seven Kill Sword martial soul, always retained the Seven Kill Sword bloodline.
Tianchen most likely awakened the bloodline within his body when awakening his martial soul, thus condensing the Seven Kill Sword martial soul.”
Gu Rong and Chen Xin nodded simultaneously.
But Ning Tianchen’s father had already perished, and checking the genealogy was already impossible.
Of course, whether it was true or not, the matter was settled.
“Uncle Jian, Tianchen will be left to you to teach,” Ning Fengzhi said with a satisfied face.
Chen Xin had no reason to refuse.
“This old man will guide his cultivation, but how much he can comprehend of the Seven Kill Sword’s intent will depend on his own fortune.”
“Congratulations, old sword.
Someday, I’ll take a disciple too,” Gu Rong said sourly.
…
The next day.
The sun had just risen from the east, its rays piercing through the clouds to illuminate the entire sky.
The clouds were dyed pink, like a beautiful painting.
Ning Tianchen woke up early.
There was still half an hour before the formal cultivation arranged by the sect.
He didn’t slack off.
Instead, he started running around the sect’s martial arts arena.
To become a battle soul master, the most important thing is physical fitness.
In his previous life, Ning Tianchen had some understanding of a soul master’s cultivation through records in books.
The age limit of the soul ring a soul master could endure was related to their physical constitution.
Forging a strong physique was of great help in absorbing soul rings.
And the higher the age of the soul ring, the greater the boost to the soul master.
Coming from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, hunting for soul rings wasn’t a problem.
Therefore, Ning Tianchen only needed to absorb the highest-age soul ring possible.
At some point, Chen Xin appeared on the roof of a building near the martial arts arena.
Looking at Ning Tianchen, who was exercising, his face showed no emotion.
“Old sword, this kid is not bad.
Becoming a one-ring soul master is just a matter of time, yet he actively exercises his physique.
Perhaps, for his first soul ring, we could consider a four-hundred-year one.” Gu Rong arrived beside him and laughed loudly.
If not for the fact that Ning Tianchen’s martial soul was the Seven Kill Sword, he would definitely take him as a disciple just for this diligence.
Chen Xin’s face was as placid as an ancient well.
He calmly replied, “It’s meaningless.
Physical fitness only increases the force of swinging the sword.
For the path of the Seven Kill Sword, physical strength is the least important consideration.”
On the continent, many people had heavy swords as their martial souls, and indeed needed to consider strength.
But the Seven Kill Sword had a complete inheritance.
Cultivating the Seven Kill Sword Heart offered a far greater improvement than cultivating physical strength.
“Fine, my martial soul isn’t the Seven Kill Sword anyway.
You teach your own disciple.” Gu Rong turned and left, looking bored.
In his heart, Chen Xin didn’t really want to take Ning Tianchen as a disciple.
The Seven Kill Sword lineage was almost extinct on the continent.
Now that there was a new generation, Chen Xin preferred to take him as a grandson.
It was just that the moment Ning Tianchen’s martial soul was exposed, the sect’s disciples would inevitably let their imaginations run wild.
Taking him as a grandson in the short term was clearly inappropriate.
…
Ning Tianchen had only been running for a short ten minutes, but he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
His original body was a Ning family disciple, raised by default as an auxiliary soul master.
Stamina was indeed not his strong suit.
“Looks like I’ll have to train more in the future.” Ning Tianchen lay on the martial arts arena, panting heavily.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, and Chen Xin arrived at the arena.
“What do you think is the most important thing in cultivating the sword path?”
The sudden voice made Ning Tianchen turn his head sharply.
Chen Xin had arrived behind him at some point.
Standing up quickly, Ning Tianchen panted and said, “Replying to Sword Douluo…
I think…
the most important thing should be the sword heart.
Only when human and sword become one is it the ultimate sword path.”
What did he know about the sword path?
This explanation was just something he had read in novels in his previous life.
But to Chen Xin, it was already impressive for a six-year-old child to accurately say such words.
Recovering from his surprise, he said in a gentle tone, “You are right, but the realm of human and sword as one is still too far away from you right now.
We might as well take it step by step.
What you need to do at this stage is to understand the basic sword moves.
This old man will first teach you the three introductory stances: flat thrust, chop, and upward slash.”
“For the next five days, at this time every morning, this old man will personally teach you swordplay.
Five days later, if your execution of these three stances satisfies this old man, I will personally take you to hunt for a soul ring.
Furthermore, this old man will continue to guide your cultivation in the future.”
“Thank you, Sword Douluo.” Ning Tianchen bowed and cupped his hands.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin was universally acknowledged as the number one sword user on the continent.
Even Qian Daoliu’s attainments in the sword path were inferior to his.
With such a teacher, why worry about not becoming strong?
Chen Xin’s teaching method was also unique.
He didn’t demonstrate personally, nor did he teach Ning Tianchen hand by hand.
Instead, using spiritual power as a guide, he transmitted the sword moves directly into Ning Tianchen’s mind.
Feeling the information in his mind, Ning Tianchen summoned his martial soul and started practicing the sword.
“This kid is too impatient,” Chen Xin’s brow twitched slightly.
One must know that before obtaining a soul ring, summoning a martial soul takes a heavy toll on a soul master’s body.
As expected, just a few minutes later, Ning Tianchen’s vision blurred, and his martial soul involuntarily retracted into his body.
Chen Xin casually tossed down a wooden sword of equal weight to the Seven Kill Sword.
“Practice with this wooden sword.
Go to the sect’s academy more often when you have nothing to do, and learn some theoretical knowledge.”
Ning Tianchen nodded awkwardly.
…
Cultivation time passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour quietly slipped away.
Seeing the other disciples successively arriving at the martial arts arena, Chen Xin immediately vanished.
As he left, his voice rang in Ning Tianchen’s ears, “Cultivate together with everyone, don’t let this old man down.”
“Yes, this disciple will obey,” Ning Tianchen said silently.
If he wanted to acknowledge Sword Douluo as his master, he definitely needed to pass his test.
During the practice just now, he had already grasped the technique.
The three introductory stances Chen Xin taught didn’t require strong force to make the sword swing with overwhelming power.
Instead, they required skillful force to neutralize the enemy’s attacks.
“Brother Tianchen, you came to cultivate this early?” Ning Rongrong rubbed her sleepy eyes, arriving at the arena somewhat reluctantly.
“Rongrong, you’re up early too.” Ning Tianchen wiped the sweat from his hands and gently rubbed her forehead.
Ning Rongrong mumbled, “If I had known, I wouldn’t have awakened my martial soul.
Now daddy won’t even let me sleep in…
By the way, Brother Tianchen, this soul tool ring is a gift for you.
Rongrong has another identical one.”
Saying so, she didn’t forget to show off the ring hanging around her neck.