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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Back mountain.
The autumn wind blew bleakly.
Maple leaves drifted across the sky.
Falling on the hair of the young man and woman.
"Dixian Gege…"
Ning Rongrong bit her red lip with her pearly teeth and said softly:
"Let's just end it here."
Li Dixian looked at the beautiful girl in front of him.
Although they were so close, there seemed to be a chasm between them.
"Alright."
Ning Rongrong looked up at Li Dixian.
The young man, usually so free and uninhibited, seemed somewhat silent at this moment.
She turned around, her back to Li Dixian.
"Dixian Gege, you've been at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for six years now, haven't you?"
"I remember when your Spirit awakened, you had innate full Soul Power, and Sword Qi shot into the sky."
"Father and the others all said you were a once-in-a-millennium genius, but six years have passed, and your Soul Power is still at level ten."
"And I…"
Ning Rongrong extended her slender hand.
A seven-story pagoda, clear and exquisite like glazed tile, rotated in her palm.
The two yellow Soul Rings on it were particularly eye-catching.
"I'm already at level twenty-six Soul Power."
"Dixian Gege, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the number one auxiliary Spirit on the Douluo Continent. Only when paired with a powerful Battle Spirit Master can it unleash its strongest power."
"Although…"
"Although I really don't want to say this."
"But you really can't keep up with my pace anymore."
Ning Rongrong lifted her pretty face, like a proud swan.
"I am the only daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Master. My future other half must be a supreme expert!"
Li Dixian was silent for a long while, then suddenly smiled freely.
The young man's clear voice traveled far.
"Then let's each be well."
"Here, I'm returning this to you."
He took something out from his white shirt.
Ning Rongrong turned around and saw a small pagoda made of mud lying quietly in Li Dixian's outstretched palm.
Her delicate body trembled slightly.
She couldn't help but recall various past events.
"Dixian Gege, I'll mold a glazed pagoda for you. You must protect it well!"
"Okay, Rongrong, I'll mold a sword for you!"
The mud was very dirty.
The small sword and the glazed pagoda were also crudely made.
But they contained the true feelings of the young man and woman at the time.
Ning Rongrong stared at the small mud pagoda for a long time, then nodded gently and said:
"Okay."
"Dixian Gege, I'm returning this to you too."
Ning Rongrong reached both hands to her neck and took off the mud-sculpted small sword pendant.
Li Dixian took the small sword.
He turned and left.
Watching the young man's stubborn back, Ning Rongrong parted her red lips, but ultimately pursed them.
She walked in the opposite direction from Li Dixian.
On a beautiful hilltop.
Looking at the young man and woman walking in opposite directions, Ning Fengzhi sighed with regret.
"What a pity."
Although he said so with his mouth.
But deep in his eyes, a hint of relief clearly flashed.
Ning Rongrong was his daughter, a proud daughter of heaven who inherited the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Spirit.
How could a mediocre talent, who hadn't advanced a single level in Soul Power in six years, be worthy of her?
Although… when Li Dixian's Spirit awakened.
Seeing his Sword Qi soaring and his innate full Soul Power, it was Ning Fengzhi who, with a wave of his hand, decided the marriage between Li Dixian and Ning Rongrong.
Now, going back on his word felt somewhat unfair to Li Dixian.
But for his daughter's future, this was the only way.
Ning Fengzhi looked at Sword Douluo Chen Xin and said:
"Uncle Sword, Dixian has been wronged. I will give him some compensation."
It was Chen Xin who brought Li Dixian back from outside.
Now that Li Dixian was being wronged, he still had to consider Chen Xin's feelings.
"No need."
Chen Xin said indifferently:
"It's Li Dixian himself who isn't striving hard enough."
"Six years of stagnation, unable to even absorb a ten-year Soul Ring."
"He is not worthy of Rongrong."
Bone Douluo Gu Rong shook his head and sighed.
When Li Dixian awakened his Azure Lotus Sword Spirit.
Chen Xin had planned to cultivate him as his successor.
It's just a pity… Gu Rong gazed at the young man's gradually disappearing back.
"Indeed, you're not striving hard enough."
Back mountain.
On a crooked-neck tree.
Li Dixian rested his left hand behind his head and held a clear spring wine pot in his right hand.
He looked up at the bright moon in the sky through the sparse leaves.
"Six years already…"
"I've been on the Douluo Continent for six years."
Li Dixian took a big gulp of wine.
Letting the clear wine flow down the corners of his mouth.
"The wine in a fantasy world is just stronger than beer!"
He drank gulp after gulp.
In his mind, Ning Rongrong's words kept replaying.
"Father and the others all said you were a once-in-a-millennium genius, but six years have passed, and your Soul Power is still at level ten."
"Although I really don't want to say this, you really can't keep up with my pace anymore."
He wasn't coveting Ning Rongrong!
He just didn't know what was wrong with himself!
He clearly had innate full Soul Power, and his efficiency in absorbing natural energy wasn't bad!
Why couldn't his Soul Power increase!
Li Dixian drank gulp after gulp.
He wasn't drunk at all.
Instead, his eyes grew brighter with each drink.
Li Dixian simply leaped down from the tree.
"Laughing heartily, I stride out the door; how can we be commoners!"
"I, Li Dixian, am absolutely no mediocrity!"
"The bright moon accompanies me!"
"Wine in hand!"
"Dance with the sword, dance with the sword!"
Under the moonlight like water.
The young man's figure was as graceful as a startled swan.
A three-foot-six-inch Azure Lotus Sword, its blade as clear and bright as autumn water.
The lotus pattern on the sword's spine flowed with the moonlight, sometimes unfurling like a blooming green lotus, other times retracting into a budding state.
This was Li Dixian's Spirit — the Azure Lotus Sword!
Li Dixian drank unrestrainedly and danced with abandon.
Gradually entering a special state of mind.
One gulp of wine.
One sword dance.
The sword's edge drew streaks of afterimages, like a swaying green lotus stalk.
The frosty sword light covered an area of a hundred meters, overshadowing the moon in the sky.
It was strange to say.
It was just a palm-sized wine pot.
Yet the wine inside seemed endless, no matter how much he drank.
He tilted his head back and took a gulp.
Li Dixian's entire body's Soul Power erupted!
Another gulp.
His Soul Power boiled!
Another gulp.
His Soul Power surged!
Just like that.
Li Dixian's Soul Power, which had not advanced an inch in six years.
Under his continuous drinking.
Kept climbing.
Level eleven, level twelve, level thirteen… level twenty.
He withdrew from the special state of mind.
Feeling the surging power within him, he was greatly astonished.
"My Soul Power skyrocketed by ten levels?!"
"Why is this happening?!"
As a wine connoisseur in two lives, getting drunk was impossible.
It was then that he noticed the wine pot in his left hand had changed its appearance.
From the original crude ceramic pot.
It had become a warm, jade-like celadon gourd.
"This…"
Li Dixian shook the celadon gourd.
There was still wine clanging inside.
He opened the gourd stopper.
And tried a sip.
Immediately, the mellow wine flowed into his throat, transforming into pure energy that spread throughout his body.
His level twenty Soul Power had a slight increase again.
It seemed the Azure Lotus Sword also became sharper.
"Hahahahaha!"
Li Dixian held his sword in his right hand and wine in his left, laughing loudly.
He understood!
His Spirit was not just the Azure Lotus Sword!
There was also the clear spring wine pot!
He had twin Spirits — Sword and Wine!
His Spirit had not fully awakened, so naturally, he couldn't advance or absorb Soul Rings!
Having figured out the reason for his six years of stagnation.
Li Dixian's lips curved, and his handsome face glowed with renewed spirit.
He looked towards the elaborately carved and painted buildings down the mountain, his smile gradually receding.
That was the direction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
"Those who abandon me, yesterday's days cannot be retained!"
Li Dixian's smile became free and uninhibited again.
"Even if I hadn't awakened the Wine Spirit, I had already decided to leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"I haven't wasted these six years. I've done work within the sect and taken on tasks to accumulate some wealth."
"I left the wealth in my room as a repayment for these six years of kindness. From now on, there are no more ties."
"May we each be well from now on."
He understood.
Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong couldn't possibly have been unaware of the words Ning Rongrong spoke to him today.
They had tacitly approved it.
Li Dixian flicked his sleeve.
A mud-sculpted small sword flew out.
Before it could fall to the ground.
A clear sword light flashed across.
The mud-sculpted small sword broke into two.
Without hesitation, without even a glance.
Li Dixian tilted his head back and took a gulp of wine, the celadon gourd tucked at his waist, and with a few leaps, he disappeared into the back mountain.
Approximately one incense stick later.
Several figures flashed into view.