Inside Xiao Tian's spiritual space, Ah Yin sat in quiet cultivation, but her heart churned uneasily.
She had already glimpsed it: Tang San intending to push his so‑called hidden weapons toward the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
What was the purpose—truly? To build some shallow connections? No. For Ah Yin, the only possibility was clear: to lay the foundation of a new sect.
But deep inside, the stubborn mother still clung to one fragile sliver of hope. What if… that sect he dreams to build isn't named the Tang Sect?
Even so, her hope felt like ash in her chest.
…
After Shrek's team fight victory, Flender and Yu Xiaogang persuaded Chen Xin and the others to return with them to rest at Shrek Academy. Night fell quick, clouded and mournful.
Xiao Tian, however, was not treading earth at all. His black sword, expanded to a flying bastion, carried them across starlit skies back toward the Academy.
The experience left everyone silent—some in awe, some in envy.
"Brother," Xiao Wu chirped happily, unable to contain her bubbling excitement as they soared. "That sword-riding technique of yours was so fun! Can you… teach me how to do it too?"
Her bright eyes looked down at Fifteen beneath their feet, like a child begging for candy.
Before Xiao Tian could answer, Fatty Ma Hongjun flopped backward, arms spread wide, the wind rushing past. He laughed nervously, but his voice betrayed unease.
"This speed of flying… Hah. Honestly, faster than Oscar's mushroom sausages. We don't even need wings with this!"
"Fatty!" Dai Mubai barked, expression darkening.
Ma Hongjun choked, eyes darting toward Oscar. Indeed—Oscar's face was stiff, twisted in unfairness and anger.
After all, if sword flight could be learned, then what would his mushrooms be worth? His pride as a food-type spirit master already teetered—would it shatter completely if Xiao Tian's casual "lesson" dethroned his skill?
Oscar's eyes focused, waiting tensely to see if Xiao Tian would refuse.
…
But Xiao Tian only grinned faintly and said, "Learning? Why not? I'll teach you tomorrow."
"Ah? Really?!" Xiao Wu clapped her hands, leaning over without thinking—and in front of everyone, she planted an excited kiss on Xiao Tian's cheek.
Bang!
That was the sound of someone's heart snapping audibly.
Tang San's.
His breath caught. His face went green.
"The… the two of you…" His voice trembled as he forced it out, bitter.
Xiao Tian met his gaze calmly. "Oh, right. I forgot to mention it before. Xiao Wu is my girlfriend."
"Boom—!"
The revelation detonated among the group.
Xiao Wu's face flushed beet red, ears perking, though she made no denial.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stared at each other, both startled. But where Zhu Qing quickly masked her surprise into indifference, Ning Rongrong felt something hollow open deep inside her chest.
For some reason, she felt… empty.
Oscar, however, silently cheered inside. Good! If Xiao Tian already has Xiao Wu, that means he won't compete with me for Rongrong!
Tang San's fists clenched tighter. His eyes lowered, concealing murderous shadows. His voice was quiet but cut like frost. "But… aren't you brother and sister?"
Beneath those lowered lashes, Tang San's fury boiled. Xiao Tian… you dare take Xiao Wu from me? Then you are destined to die. She is mine…
Xiao Wu herself rolled her eyes sharply, though she said nothing. What's wrong with you, Tang San? Truly sick in the head.
The night cloaked his madness, hiding the intent from all—save Ah Yin in the spiritual domain. Her maternal instincts shuddered in dread.
…
Chen Xin suddenly floated closer, riding his Seven Killing Sword with ease. His lips curled with wonder as he asked, "So this… sword‑controlling art of yours. Do you really mean to try and teach it? Can such an ability truly be passed on?"
The title of the continent's strongest sword cultivator wavered faintly now, as Sword Douluo genuinely wanted to know.
Xiao Tian only smiled. "I can't say for sure. But isn't it worth trying? Sword control, at its essence, is simply using soul power to guide a blade. It's not truly a soul skill. And if I can do it… maybe others can too."
Chen Xin's breath caught. His heart whispered incredulity: Teachable?
To him, controlling a blade was possible only because martial spirit and sword were one. To teach this to others—especially those without swords as spirits—sounded absurd.
But Xiao Tian's eyes were unwavering. If in other realms sword cultivators without martial spirits still learned to ride swords, then why not here?
…
"Xiao Tian, I want to learn too!" Ning Rongrong's voice chimed suddenly, her previous melancholy flickering away for a moment.
She clutched her sleeves, but her eyes shone stubbornly. She had realized instantly: if this was possible—it was her path to self-protection. Unlike Tang San's hidden weapons, unlike her reliance on allies, this defense would belong solely to her.
Xiao Tian nodded warmly. "Of course. If you succeed, Rongrong, you'll be able to protect yourself without anyone's help."
Oscar scoffed instantly, lips curling. "Rongrong, don't get fooled. Even if this could be done, why would Senior Sword Douluo himself not already teach it? He's the continent's number one kendo master! If he hasn't taught you… what makes you think Xiao Tian can?"
He thought his argument clever, pulling Chen Xin's prestige down to belittle Xiao Tian.
But his little scheme left both Ning Rongrong and Chen Xin cold.
Ning Rongrong's face frosted, her voice sharp. "Oscar, shut up if you can't speak properly! I'll decide if it's a waste of time. If I succeed, don't come begging. You'll only look like a clown then."
Her words slapped Oscar's pride harder than Xiao Wu's charm ever could. His face turned sour and green.
Chen Xin himself said nothing—but inwardly, his impression of Oscar plummeted. Petty child, trying such childish instigation. Pathetic.
He turned back to Xiao Tian instead. For the first time, Sword Douluo felt eager… excited even. Could this youth truly open a path that all Soul Masters may one day follow? If it works… it will change the history of cultivation itself.
…
Inside the spiritual space, Er Ming's booming voice rumbled in question. "Daming, do you think Xiao Tian can really pull this off?"
Daming was calm, thoughtful, but his eyes shone faintly. "I don't know. But if he succeeds, it will shift the very foundation of this world. Even if incomplete, he may change the Soul Masters' system forever."
His words lingered—a quiet prophecy.
…
That night passed under the stars, a storm hidden in every heart. Tang San's murderous envy. Ning Rongrong's conflicted hope. Xiao Tian's quiet determination.
By dawn, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong practically sprinted to Xiao Tian's door, eyes puffy but bright from sleepless anticipation. They had barely rested, giddy from whispering late into the night.
When Xiao Tian opened, they nearly burst inside.
He held out two long wooden practice swords. "Here. If you want to learn, then start from the basics. But understand—sword control isn't easy. It won't take a day, or two, or a week. For you, whose spirits aren't swords, it may require even greater perception."
The girls nodded vigorously, determination blazing.
Chen Xin, standing quietly aside, only watched, his heart whispering again.
Can such an art truly be taught? If yes—then the child before me is not just genius—he is the dawn of a new era of swordsmanship.
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