Chapter 2: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School

Li Xun gazed at the Thousand-Armed Buddha in his hand.

He could feel it. His martial soul was a fusion of Hashirama Senju’s ninjutsu and the laws of the Douluo world. Thanks to this martial soul, he could utilize Wood Release even without possessing a bloodline limit.

"True Thousand-Armed? That is quite a peculiar name." Ning Yuan looked at Li Xun with a smile. "What is your name, child?"

"My name is Li Xun."

"Little Xun, would you like to wait in the village for someone to pick you up, or would you rather return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with me first?"

Li Xun scanned the surrounding villagers, who were all stunned. He suddenly realized that there was no one here he recognized.

"May I go with you to the sect?"

Looking at the boy before him, who was covered in bruises and appeared gaunt from long-term malnutrition, Ning Yuan understood.

"Of course you may. Let us leave at once."

"White Dove, Spirit Body!" Four spirit rings manifested beneath Ning Yuan’s feet, and a pair of massive, snowy white feathered wings sprouted from his back. Disregarding the grime on Li Xun, he scooped the boy up from the ground.

"Village Chief, your village has produced a spirit master prospect this year. According to the regulations, there will be a subsidy of one hundred gold spirit coins. Furthermore, since this child has innate full spirit power, the sect will likely provide additional rewards as well. I shall head back now."

Ning Yuan flashed a grin at the village chief and, without waiting for a reply, flapped his wings and soared into the sky.

The imperial subjects and the other boys finally snapped out of their shock. One boy looked up at the black dot fading in the sky and shouted, "Big Brother, aren't you going to eat the beef bun?"

The old village chief wore a complex expression. Hearing the boy's cry, he turned to look at him. "Alas, child... As a prodigy with innate full spirit power, Li Xun will surely be cherished like a treasure by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Why would he care about the beef buns of us commoners?"

The boy opened his mouth but could find no reason to argue.

Ning Yuan carried Li Xun, flying toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect without pause. Perhaps due to the excitement of such a great find, he felt no fatigue. After draining the last of his spirit power, he and Li Xun arrived at the sect.

Once inside, he did not stop, continuing to run forward while holding Li Xun. This behavior drew curious glances from the disciples around them, but as they were all members of the same sect and at least vaguely acquainted, no one blocked his path.

Li Xun was brought to the entrance of the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Inside the hall, voices drifted out, as if a discussion were underway.

"Rongrong's talent is the greatest in the history of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect," a magnetic voice said, drifting out from the hall with a hint of laughter.

"Of course. How could our little princess's talent be anything less?"

"Indeed! Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone."

"Rongrong's talent has already surpassed my own; she has a high probability of breaking the level limit of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda."

"I will work hard, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, Father!" A childish voice followed.

Hearing the conversation from within, Li Xun’s heart stirred. It seemed Ning Rongrong had only recently awakened her martial soul. The Shrek Seven Devils were ranked by age; Ning Rongrong was the same age as Tang San. Based on the current timeline, Tang San must still be in Holy Soul Village.

"Good, it is still early," Li Xun thought, feeling a sense of relief.

In the world of Douluo, this was the optimal time to aim for godhood. Once Tang San began his journey and established a family monopoly over the Douluo Continent, it would be extremely difficult for outsiders to achieve divinity. Dai Yuhao was a prime example.

Those who have died often know that death is a painful thing. Li Xun did not want to die again. He wanted to live forever; he wanted to become a god. He wanted to become a God King. Moreover, he was bold enough to want to ascend to the rank of God King while standing tall!

Ning Yuan placed the distracted Li Xun on the ground and tapped gently on the hall door. "Sect Master, Ning Yuan has an urgent matter to report."

Ning Yuan’s voice caused the atmosphere inside the hall to pause.

"Come in."

Upon hearing the summons, Ning Yuan led Li Xun into the hall. The first thing Li Xun saw was a handsome, imposing man sitting on the main seat, holding a young girl in his arms.

"Judging by your hurried appearance, have you awakened a promising talent?" Seeing Ning Yuan’s disheveled clothes, Ning Fengzhi smiled.

Ning Yuan was a distant nephew of his—the "Ning" surname came from his mother’s side. Having reached the rank of a four-ring Spirit Ancestor at twenty-seven, his aptitude was excellent among his peers. For the past few years, he had been working for the sect, overseeing martial soul awakenings. Looking at the man’s expression and the thin child beside him, it was not hard for Ning Fengzhi to guess the situation.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, this child is named Li Xun. His martial soul is the True Thousand-Armed, and he possesses innate full spirit power." Ning Yuan looked at Ning Fengzhi, waiting for his commendation.

Ning Fengzhi was startled and scrutinized Li Xun from head to toe.

"Is this true?"

Innate full spirit power was rare on the continent; anyone with it would almost certainly reach the level of a Titled Douluo, provided they cultivated steadily. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had only reached the rank of Titled Douluo in their fifties because of their innate full spirit power.

Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo’s eyes narrowed. As beneficiaries of innate full spirit power themselves, they knew better than anyone how precious such a talent was.

Even Ning Rongrong looked at Li Xun with curiosity. As the little princess of the sect, the knowledge she had been exposed to since childhood far exceeded that of an ordinary child. She naturally understood what innate full spirit power represented. Having just been praised by her elders for her own talent, the sudden arrival of someone with even better potential made her pout.

Ning Fengzhi carefully set Ning Rongrong down, then stood up and walked toward Li Xun with a smile. "Do not be nervous, child. My name is Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You may call me Uncle Ning. Could you show me your martial soul?"

Li Xun looked at the refined middle-aged man, feigning timidity, and nodded. He extended his right hand, and a palm-sized wooden carving of a thousand-armed figure instantly appeared.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo quickly stood up and approached Li Xun.

"A wooden carving of a thousand-armed figure?"

When the three of them saw the martial soul clearly, they could not help but feel a hint of disappointment. In the power system of spirit masters, one could roughly predict a soul’s development path by the appearance of the martial soul. The most representative ones were the assault-type tool spirits and beast spirits. Martial souls with peculiar appearances were mostly auxiliary-type. Such martial souls usually had slow cultivation speeds and non-stackable attributes.

For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, this was far less practical than an offensive martial soul with slightly lower talent. After all, they were already the strongest auxiliary-type sect on the continent.

However, a genius would never be turned away anywhere. Li Xun’s aptitude already indicated that he could rise all the way to a Titled Douluo. With such a person joining the sect, it would compensate for the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda’s inability to reach the eightieth-level Spirit Douluo rank.

"Even if he serves no purpose before reaching Spirit Douluo, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can afford to support him."

Ning Fengzhi composed himself, then looked at Li Xun with a smile. "Little Xun, could you tell me about the specific abilities of your martial soul?"