Chapter 4: Rejecting Chen Xin and Arriving at the Spirit Hall.
Xiao Peng, still a child at heart, gazed longingly at the indifferent old man approaching him.
Li Tianyi, feeling a little uncomfortable, pulled away.
"Whoosh!"
The indifferent old man flashed in front of Li Tianyi, examining him as if he were examining a precious jade.
"You," Xiao Peng began to speak, but was blasted away by the soul power released by the old man's wave.
"I am Chen Xin, titled Sword, and a peak-level Douluo of the Ninety-Sixth Rank."
The Spirit Hall's atmosphere could no longer be contained, with exclamations of disbelief echoing.
"Nine—"
"Ninety-Six Rank?"
Many stuttered in disbelief.
Su Yuntao stood aside, overwhelmed. His "treasure" was about to be snatched away, but how had the other party even found Li Tianyi?
Gong Yin, standing aside, didn't even bother to support Xiao Peng, his mouth gaping in shock. He was no idiot; how could he not see that this Sword Douluo had come specifically to find Li Tianyi?
At this moment, Li Tianyi screamed frantically in his heart, "I know who you are, and honestly, I admire you, but I'm going to the Spirit Hall! "
Sword Douluo Chen Xin looked at Li Tianyi's calm and stern face, and the more he looked at him, the more delighted he became. He felt that this young man matched his own temperament and was suitable for his inheritance.
"Do you know why I came to find you?"
Li Tianyi shook his head. It was harmless to reveal a few secrets to Su Yuntao, but he absolutely dared not reveal his true colors to the person before him.
"Om!"
A flash of sword sound flashed from Sword Douluo's hand. Even though he deliberately restrained the power, Li Tianyi, who was close by, could still feel a sharp aura rushing towards his cheek.
At this moment, as if his soul power was losing control, Li Tianyi's right hand also rang with a sword sound, and his spirit, the Seven Killing Sword, flashed out.
Chen Xin's indifferent face was filled with excitement. His previous feeling in the sect was indeed correct. The Seven Killing Sword of the same origin had indeed appeared.
Staring at the silver sword in Li Tianyi's hand, Chen Xin looked up at the dome, almost letting out a long cry. He'd devoted his life to sword cultivation, never marrying or having children. Now, at nearly a hundred years old, his legacy was on the verge of extinction.
Unexpectedly, heaven took pity on him, allowing him to sense the birth of the Seven Killers. In his excitement, he didn't notice Li Tianyi's left hand, hidden behind his back, clenched tightly. Purple starlight flickered between his fists.
Jian Douluo grasped Li Tianyi's shoulders with both hands and nervously asked, "Will you accept me as your disciple?"
The deacons of the Wuhun Sub-Hall, including the Hall Master, were filled with envy, wishing they could be in Li Tianyi's shoes and answer for him.
Li Tianyi felt torn. It had finally arrived, something he shouldn't have. Should he accept or refuse? If he refused, what if the other party, enraged, struck him with a sword?
How should he answer? Waiting online, it's urgent!
"Ahem," Hall Master Gatu coughed, the jealousy in his eyes a flame capable of materializing.
"Sorry." Li Tianyi gritted his teeth and ruthlessly refused the old man. In truth, if it weren't for the Pope, he would have gone with this sword-obsessed old man.
The man before him was the swordsman Chen Xin, known as the world's greatest offensive power. In his previous life, Li Tianyi had believed that, if it weren't for the excessive cheating of others, no one besides Tang Chen could be his opponent, not even the Second Honored One of the Spirit Hall.
"What? He refused?"
"Is this kid crazy?"
"That's a Titled Douluo, there are only a few in the entire continent?"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin had never expected the other party to refuse him. He had to remember how many people came to him to ask for his discipleship, but he wouldn't even bother to look at them.
Li Tianyi tensed up, watching him warily, fearing he might strike at any moment. After all, sometimes, if you can't be friends, you can be enemies.
Chen Xin suddenly smiled and said casually, "Young friend, if you ever need to understand swordsmanship, feel free to come find me in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Our doors are always open to you!"
Bewildered, Li Tianyi suddenly added, "What if we're from different sects?"
Chen Xin stood straight like a sword stuck in the ground, his white robes fluttering in the wind. A sharp gleam in his eyes, and he spoke solemnly, "On the battlefield, life and death are decided, but off the battlefield, the sword path knows no boundaries."
Is this the sword-following Chen Xin?
Li Tianyi was shocked, a strange feeling welling up in his heart. Whether in his past life or this, this was the first person he had ever met who was so pure.
Watching the other person's back, carefree and indifferent, as he rode away on his sword, Li Tianyi understood that the sternness on his face was the result of life experiences, while the indifference in his heart was the result of his deep love for the sword.
"You! You!" Li Tianyi looked at Gong Yin, who was pointing at him and talking incoherently, but he had no time to pay attention to him.
Because Li Tianyi's talent was so high, Jiatu from the Spiritual Soul Sub-Palace decided to personally take him to the higher-level Spiritual Soul Main Palace to make a final decision.
Before leaving, looking at Su Yuntao, who was in tears, Li Tianyi sheepishly asked Jiatu, "Palace Master, can you lend me some money?"
The Palace Master naturally agreed, handing over a bag of gold soul coins.
Li Tianyi didn't even glance at them, simply stuffing them into Su Yuntao's hand and whispering, "Brother, please act more convincingly next time."
Frombthe Spiritual Soul Sub-Palace, to the Spiritual Soul Main Palace, to the Spiritual Soul Holy Temple, Li Tianyi, like a piece of merchandise whose quality was constantly being verified, passed through each level of the chain, finally reaching his desired destination: the Pope's Palace.
Wuhun City, outside the Pope's Palace.
Li Tianyi took the purse borrowed from the silver-armored palace knight and generously stuffed it into the hands of the master of the Wuhun Temple.
Huh, we're finally here.
Poor Queen, just wait! Soon you won't be alone anymore.
Led by the silver-armored knight, they passed through nearly a hundred guards, walked through a three-meter-high archway, and arrived at the nearly one-kilometer-wide meeting hall.
In the magnificent hall, Li Tianyi was not attracted by the gorgeous ornaments, but was instantly attracted by the woman sitting on the high platform in the center.
The woman's slender white thighs first caught his eye. She was wearing a luxurious black robe with gold patterns, a nine-curve purple gold crown on her head, and a scepter about two meters long inlaid with countless gems in her hand.
Whatbattracted Li Tianyi the most was the other person's beautiful face and the sacred and clean aura flowing from her body. It wasn't until he saw the loneliness and sorrow deep in the other woman's eyes that Li Tianyi came back to his senses.
A dull pain welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly, "What a fucking life! What have you done to a poor girl?"
"Hmph!"
A man on the stage grunted, and Li Tianyi then noticed two more people standing beside the Queen.
The one who spoke was a man with a feminine appearance, while the other seemed hidden in the shadows, only a vague outline visible.
Uh, Juhuaguan and Ghost Douluo? Li Tianyi had a guess.
"Your name is Li Tianyi?"
The Queen looked down at him, her red lips parted as a commanding voice emanated.
Hearing the Queen's commanding and cold voice, Li Tianyi's heart trembled slightly, and then a rage surged within him, wishing he could capture any unfaithful man and torture him to death to vent her anger.
No one noticed that in Li Tianyi's anger, a few faint golden rays flashed beneath his black hair.
"The Pope is asking you a question?" the feminine man asked.
Bibi Dong reached out to stop him, her voice lowered, "Child, don't be afraid. Your spirit is the Seven Killing Sword?"
A child? Li Tianyi's mind suddenly collapsed, and it felt like millions of alpacas were galloping through his mind.
He looked at his own tender little hands. Haha, just accept your fate for now. After all, your woman won't age!
Li Tianyi didn't care what others thought, but he didn't want to be looked down upon. With a stern face, he stretched out his right hand and summoned the pure silver Seven Killing Sword.
"Puff!" The feminine man suddenly laughed.
The Pope looked at him and said, "Yue Guan, what are you laughing at?"
Li Tianyi's suspicion was instantly confirmed. It was indeed Juhua Guan. The person next to him must be Ghost Douluo, one of Queen Bibi Dong's two generals.
Yue Guan looked down at Li Tianyi and said, "It's just the Seven Killing Sword. What's so great about showing off with such a cold face? Don't you know that the person sitting on the stage is the continent's number one genius?"
Wow, what a high-level bootlicker! What a masterful trick!
Li Tianyi was a little impressed by this guy. He had already seen that the other party was not trying to harm him, but wanted to use his top-level weapon spirit, the Seven Killing Sword, as a stepping stone to find an opportunity to flatter Bibi Dong.
"The number one genius?" Li Tianyi deliberately tested, and began to plan his subsequent actions.
Sure enough, Juhuaguan licked the dog mode online, saying: "Our Pope, that is the only twin spirit on the continent, there is only one in heaven and on earth!"
Li Tianyi sneered secretly, you may not know that Tang San's twin spirits have been born. Speaking of which, it is better to slap someone in the face as early as possible, and leave it to others to show off.
Li Tianyi immediately suppressed the coldness on his face, put away the Seven Killing Sword in his right hand, stretched out his left hand, and said timidly: "Twin spirits? Are you talking about this?"
(End of this chapter)