[Your swordsmanship is decent, but unfortunately, you’re still far from the mark!] [After ascending to the God Realm in my previous life, I happened to obtain a divine sword.
From that moment onward, I devoted myself to studying the sword dao.] [Although I entered the path halfway through, my talent is unparalleled.
The sword dao I cultivated can shatter anything before it.
With a single sword, I can cleave the sun, moon, and stars!] [Even the Sword God was ashamed of being inferior to me!] [Three million sword immortals in the heavens—when they see me, they must all bow their heads!] Ning Wen: “…” This voice pack really never stopped showing off.
After listening to it for so long, he almost felt as though this guy really was that incredible.
Fortunately, Ning Wen knew his own limits.
No matter how much the voice pack bragged, he never let it go to his head.
In his previous life, he had become far too arrogant.
In just a few short years, he had gone from being a millionaire to owing millions.
Just then, the long-silent reward notification finally sounded in Ning Wen’s mind.
[Ding!
Congratulations, host.
You have received a critical reward: Basic Swordsmanship Mastery.] Buzz!
Vast and profound insights into swordsmanship, exquisite beyond imagination, surged into Ning Wen’s mind like a raging tide.
Swinging a sword, slashing, thrusting, blocking, redirecting force…
Countless exquisite basic sword techniques were etched deep into his mind.
It felt as though the culmination of someone’s painstaking sword cultivation over thousands of years, day and night of relentless practice, countless life-and-death battles, and endless combat experience had all been condensed into an ultimate foundation and transferred to him in an instant!
A strange look flashed across Ning Wen’s face.
This critical reward couldn’t have been more perfectly timed!
He had just listened to the voice pack brag about its supreme swordsmanship, and the very next moment, he was given Basic Swordsmanship Mastery!
If there weren’t something fishy going on here, Ning Wen would stake his life on it.
“Xiao Wen, come here!” Chen Xin called softly.
His expression remained as calm and indifferent as ever, but waves were already surging within his heart.
As the Titled Douluo, universally recognized across the continent as possessing the strongest offensive power, he had spent his entire life pursuing the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
His attainments in swordsmanship had already reached the pinnacle of perfection, to the point that almost no one could surpass him.
Because of this, people had habitually honored him as “Sword Dao Chen Xin.” Yet the realm of swordsmanship described in Ning Wen’s thoughts had far exceeded his imagination.
A single sword capable of cleaving the sun, moon, and stars!
Just imagining it was enough to make one’s soul tremble.
Three million sword immortals in the heavens bowing their heads before him!
Chen Xin did not know what exactly a sword immortal was, but he imagined they must be experts who had traveled extremely far along the path of the sword.
They might even be gods.
Hearing this, Ning Wen quickly stepped forward without the slightest hesitation.
He took out his dagger and drove it directly into the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear’s throat.
Swish!
Precise.
Clean.
Decisive.
Seeing this, Chen Xin raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful look flashing through his eyes.
His movements had changed.
If Ning Wen’s actions when killing the Bloodflame Fierce Tiger had still been somewhat stiff and restrained, then his movements now flowed as naturally as water.
Every motion was filled with the precision and familiarity of something tempered through countless repetitions.
Pfft— The blade pierced straight into its vital point.
The enormous body of the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear shuddered violently.
Its blood-red pupils rapidly lost their luster as its tremendous vitality quickly faded away.
A purple soul ring slowly rose from its corpse.
The dense radiance swirling around it was rich and profound, making it exceptionally dazzling.
[Finally finished.
This wasted quite a bit of my time.] [Obtaining soul rings this way is far too troublesome.
Looks like I’ll have to find a way to trick that Asura fellow into giving me some god-bestowed soul rings.] Ning Wen: “…” He had to admit, the voice pack had a point.
Compared to hunting soul beasts to obtain soul rings, god-bestowed soul rings were clearly the better choice.
After all, every soul skill granted by a god-bestowed soul ring was tailored according to the soul master’s own martial soul.
They were naturally more suitable than anything obtained from a soul beast.
Furthermore, the soul ring’s age could be guaranteed to remain within the soul master’s maximum tolerance.
But how could god-bestowed soul rings possibly be that easy to obtain?
One could only obtain the opportunity through a divine trial.
It was true that Ning Wen had caught the Asura God’s attention, but the problem was that he hadn’t even seen the shadow of the Asura Nine Trials yet.
Moreover, considering the difficulty of the Asura Nine Trials, there was clearly no way he could pass them at his current level.
And according to the rules of the God Realm, gods were not permitted to interfere with the lower realm.
If the Asura God bestowed a god-bestowed soul ring upon him without going through a divine trial, that would clearly count as interference in the lower realm.
However, thinking about the Asura God’s double standards, Ning Wen silently shook his head.
That probably wouldn’t matter much.
After all, compared to resurrecting Tang San and changing the entire balance of the continent, a few god-bestowed soul rings would be nothing.
The prerequisite was that the Asura God was willing to do it.
And right now, Ning Wen had no way to contact the Asura God.
Ning Wen guessed that if he wanted to truly obtain the Asura Nine Trials, he would have to make a trip to the Slaughter City.
But that was still a long way off.
“Xiao Wen, although this Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear’s soul ring is only close to 2,000 years old, the difficulty of absorbing it probably won’t be any lower than that of a 3,000-year soul ring.” Ning Fengzhi slowly walked over, his gaze falling upon the purple soul ring floating in midair.
His expression was solemn as he reminded him, “If anything feels wrong, call for us immediately.” [So much nagging.
In my entire life, when have I ever fallen to the point of needing someone else to bear the consequences for me?] [Hmph.
Don’t think that just because you’re meddling in my affairs, I’ll be grateful to you.] Hearing these thoughts, a vein bulged on Ning Fengzhi’s forehead.
‘I’m meddling in your affairs?!’ He was clearly just trying to help, yet somehow it had become meddling.
At this moment, even the usually gentle and refined Ning Fengzhi couldn’t help feeling a little aggrieved.
“I understand, Uncle Ning.” Ning Wen took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement as he slowly walked before the soul ring and sat down cross-legged.
The moment the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear’s energy entered his body, it immediately began running rampant, as though it wanted to tear his body into pieces.
A faint, profound, supreme crimson light quietly blossomed.
In an instant, it suppressed the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear’s power until it could no longer move.
This was the power of the Asura God.
Even though it was merely a trace, it was still the power of a god.
For a mere Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear to challenge it was nothing short of laughable.
The pressure on Ning Wen’s body suddenly disappeared, leaving him completely relaxed.
The absorption process that followed was much the same as before, and he experienced very little pain.
Time passed second by second.
The surroundings were silent, save for the rustling of the breeze through the forest and the occasional roar of a soul beast in the distance.
This time, the absorption took longer than before.
It wasn’t until a full two incense sticks of time had passed that Ning Wen slowly opened his eyes.
As a purple soul ring rose from beneath his feet, the aura around his body surged upward in waves, breaking through one bottleneck after another!
Rank 23!
Rank 24!
Rank 25!
In the end, it steadily stopped at Rank 26.
His soul power had increased by four ranks in a single breakthrough!
This alone was enough to demonstrate how terrifying the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear was.
“Rank 26?!” Sensing the fluctuations of his soul power, the three of them were instantly stunned.
After absorbing two soul rings, Ning Wen had actually jumped directly from Rank 20 to Rank 26—a total increase of six ranks.
Perhaps a Titled Douluo even younger than Tang Hao would soon be born.
And he would be born within their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.