Behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the valley was serene and lush. Tender moss covered the stones, and the air carried a faint fragrance of grass and trees.
A giant waterfall, over two hundred meters high, cascaded down with a deafening roar.
Chen Chen stood beneath the waterfall, his Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul shining brightly, its sword shadow flashing. Wherever the sword wind passed, countless crystal-clear water droplets splashed up.
The huge round rock where Chen Chen practiced his sword, its surface smooth as a mirror from years of being eroded by the waterfall, gleamed with a cold luster.
Ordinary people couldn't even climb up this waterfall, let alone practice their swordsmanship beneath it.
Yet Chen Chen remained unmoved. He closed his eyes, his posture upright, letting the surging waterfall crash down on him like a thousand-pound hammer.
"What exactly is the Heart Sword?"
In an instant, a sharp sword aura sliced out, severing the ceaselessly flowing waterfall in two. A surge of powerful soul energy forcefully blocked the water's flow, causing the waterfall to stagnate for a full second.
But a moment later, Chen Chen's figure suddenly froze.
His mind was in turmoil.
He recalled his battle with Lu Feng.
Clearly, his soul energy was far superior, his swordsmanship exquisite, and his martial soul of the highest quality; why had he been defeated by Lu Feng?
Thinking this, Chen Chen's swordsmanship became increasingly chaotic, yet each strike was stronger than the last.
With his desperate effort, sword light flashed, forming a sword shield that isolated the impact of the water.
However, the relentless torrent of water continued to pound against Chen Chen's shield. Gradually, he felt the strain, his breathing became rapid, and his face paled slightly.
"Damn it, have I reached my limit again? Each time I can only last half an hour." He gritted his teeth, his heart filled with resentment.
"No, I must surpass my limit!"
Chen Chen's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, as he laboriously swung his sword again.
However, the waterfall plunged down with unstoppable force.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, Chen Chen's body was slammed into the pool like a kite with a broken string, splashing a huge spray of water.
"Damn it, I failed again."
Chen Chen surfaced, clenching his fists and pounding the water's surface, his face filled with frustration and resentment.
Chen Xin had been standing on a distant mountaintop, quietly watching everything.
Seeing this, he sighed softly, a hint of regret in his eyes: "Chen Chen's mind is in turmoil. Alas, defeating an opponent is easy, but defeating oneself is difficult."
With that, Chen Xin's robes fluttered as he slowly departed.
Unbeknownst to him, Lu Feng had been at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for almost a month. During this time, he truly understood what it meant to be the wealthiest sect in the world.
Not to mention, the dishes on the daily table were not only delicious and visually appealing, but also varied. Lu Feng felt he had even gained some weight.
These days, Ning Ya came to see him almost every day. In his words, he intentionally or unintentionally revealed his desire for Lu Feng to join the sect.
Lu Feng's attitude remained ambiguous each time, neither refusing nor agreeing.
Of course, his deal with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School proceeded smoothly.
Lu Feng provided the sect with over ten types of weapons, covering various categories including combat weapons and daily necessities. Most of these weapons were based on Tang Sect hidden weapons, with Lu Feng making slight modifications.
Although Tang Sect hidden weapons were ingenious, Lu Feng, considering practical use, removed many unnecessary mechanisms.
These mechanisms were mostly anti-counterfeiting measures, preventing others from easily reassembling them after disassembly.
Lu Feng didn't care about these things.
He had no intention of rebuilding the Tang Sect's glory; he only served his own powerful benefactor!
On this day, the sun rose.
Outside the mountain gate, Lu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, accompanied by Chen Chen and Ning Ya.
"Young Master Lu, are you really not going to stay a little longer?" Ning Ya said softly, her eyes filled with reluctance.
Initially, Ning Fengzhi had asked her to recruit Lu Feng, his words subtly implying a matchmaking between the two. Ning Ya knew this was the fate of a sect disciple, so she accepted the task without hesitation.
However, after a month of getting to know Lu Feng, she discovered that he was not only exceptionally talented but also humorous, witty, and very kind.
His weapons, in particular, were astounding.
Ning Ya herself acquired some weapons, and with their enhancement, her combat power was in no way inferior to that of an ordinary Soul Master.
In her eyes, Lu Feng was already a hero of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes, and she was no exception.
A faint smile appeared on Lu Feng's face as he said, "I still have to go back to the Soul Arena. I've been absent for twenty-nine days this month; I wonder if I'll lose my perfect attendance bonus."
Upon hearing this, Chen Chen laughed heartily, "Brother Lu, why don't you just join my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? I'll give you a hundred times your salary!"
During this time, Chen Chen challenged Lu Feng to several
sparring matches. The two were evenly matched. However, once Lu Feng unleashed his fourth Soul Skill, Chen Chen was completely powerless to resist.
Gradually, he accepted the fact that he was inferior to the other.
Lu Feng smiled at Chen Chen's words and slowly said, "Brother Chen, I don't go to work just for the salary. It's because I like it, so I do it."
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"Brother Lu Feng, you are quite open-minded," Chen Chen couldn't help but remark.
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Lu Feng nodded slightly and smiled faintly, "Brother Chen, sometimes people only create trouble for themselves by thinking too much. Life is short, so naturally, we should do whatever makes us happy."
Chen Chen clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "Sometimes I envy Brother Lu Feng's freedom, unlike us sect disciples who inevitably have many worries."
Lu Feng said frankly, "Everyone has their own unique life, just like there are no two identical leaves in this world. They may seem similar, but they are all different."
"Alright, farewell, you two." With that, Lu Feng turned around gracefully and strode away.
Chen Chen and Ning Ya stood quietly in place, watching Lu Feng's receding figure, their hearts filled with countless thoughts.
Ning Ya was naturally very reluctant to part.
She realized that she seemed to have fallen for this young man.
Chen Chen's mood was slightly depressed, and his brows furrowed slightly.
He kept replaying Lu Feng's words in his mind. These words were straightforward and simple, but Chen Chen felt that they had given him some inspiration.
Since embarking on the path of Martial Soul cultivation, he had always imitated his grandfather's methods.
Chen Xin had experienced countless battles throughout his life, each encounter a lesson in growth, learning from real combat experience. He was like a towering mountain, reaching into the clouds, inspiring awe.
As Chen Chen walked, he couldn't help but slow his pace.
"Brother Lu's mindset is somewhat similar to what Grandfather described as the Heart Sword."
Chen Chen recalled the days he had spent with Lu Feng.
Lu Feng was carefree and unrestrained, like a drifting white cloud in the sky. He was like a gust of wind, following his heart, doing only what he wanted.
Compared to him, his own cultivation path seemed too methodical, lacking something.
Gradually, a straightforward idea emerged from the depths of Chen Chen's heart.
The Heart Sword, perhaps, was about following one's own heart.
"Then what is the purpose of my relentless cultivation?" He pondered this question repeatedly.
"Senior Brother Chen Chen." A clear voice interrupted his thoughts.
Chen Chen came back to his senses, looked up, and saw a young disciple approaching him respectfully with a smile.
Chen Chen nodded slightly, a gentle smile on his face.
"Senior Brother."
"Good morning, Senior Brother!"
Along the way, disciples greeted Chen Chen warmly. Their radiant smiles, like the warm spring sun, dispelled the slight gloom in Chen Chen's heart.
Just then, a little girl dressed like a porcelain doll skipped and hopped over. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes sparkling, full of childlike innocence and joy.
"Senior Brother Chen, I've awakened my Martial Soul! I have the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul!" the little girl announced excitedly, her voice brimming with pride.
"Hahaha!" Chen Chen burst into laughter, his eyes filled with doting affection.
He bent down, picked the little girl up, gently bounced her, and asked with a smile, "Little Yue is amazing! What level of Soul Power do you have?"
"Little Yue has level six Soul Power!" Little Yue blinked her big eyes and answered with a grin. Her little face was filled with the anticipation of praise.
"Hahaha," Chen Chen laughed even more heartily.
The little girl was from the Ning family, a generation younger than Chen Chen in terms of seniority. Yet she always liked to call him "Senior Brother," just like the other disciples.
Just then, a pretty woman hurried over, saying apologetically, "Xiao Yue, come back quickly, that's so rude! You should call him Uncle Chen."
Xiao Yue playfully kissed Chen Chen on the cheek, then hugged his neck tightly, pouting, "I won't! I want to call him Senior Brother Chen!"
Chen Chen smiled indulgently and gently placed her on the ground.
Watching the mother and daughter's figures gradually disappear into the distance, for some reason, Chen Chen suddenly felt a warm current welling up inside him. His previously restless heart became incredibly calm.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the familiar buildings around him, the laughter and chatter reaching his ears. These scenes, so commonplace, now shone like a ray of light into his heart.
In that instant, he seemed to have found the reason for his swordsmanship.
His sword was not merely a pursuit of power and victory.
It was a sword of protection.
He wanted to protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the land that nurtured him, and those he loved within it, so they could forever laugh and grow in this peaceful environment.
In an instant, as if sensing something, the soul power within Chen Chen's body awakened like a long-dormant beast, surging violently.
Chen Chen felt a surge of immense power coursing through his body. Without time to be surprised, he quickly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and focused his mind, guiding this power.
The surrounding air seemed to vibrate with the surge of his soul power; a gentle breeze ruffled his hair, but could not disturb him in the slightest.
After a long while, the surging soul power gradually subsided.
Chen Chen slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of surprise in them.
His soul power had broken through!
Level 54!
Two levels higher!