10 Chapters Every 0.7 Day(s) 16 Readers 0 Reviews 07-29-2025
Li Zhexian was brought into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan by Sword Douluo Chen Xin.
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On the day he awakened his Martial Soul, a Qinglian Sword emerged—sword qi swept in all directions, and he possessed innate full Spirit Power.
Ning Fengzhi praised him as a once-in-a-millennium genius and even arranged a betrothal between him and Ning Rongrong.
But no one expected—
Six years passed, and Li Zhexian’s Spirit Power hadn’t increased in the slightest.
Ning Rongrong said softly:
“Brother Zhexian, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the number one auxiliary Martial Soul on the continent. Its full power can only be unleashed alongside a powerful battle-type Spirit Master.
Though I hate to say it… you really can’t keep up with me anymore.”
She took back the token they had exchanged as children.
Li Zhexian responded calmly:
“May we each find peace on our own paths.”
“Laughing toward the sky as I step out my door—how could someone like me live in obscurity?”
Li Zhexian did not despair. He firmly believed he was not destined to be ordinary.
Beneath the bright moon,
he raised his head and drank,
dancing with his sword in drunken elegance—
and without realizing it, his Spirit Power surged to Rank 20.
Only then did Li Zhexian understand—
He possessed twin Martial Souls: Sword and Wine.
“Those who abandon me—let the past stay buried with yesterday!”
Without bidding farewell, he left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
With a sword in hand and a wine gourd at his waist,
Li Zhexian set off alone to roam the continent.
He drank the finest wine, met the most beautiful women, and challenged the greatest swordsmen.
Years later, he reappeared at the Continental Spirit Master Tournament—
and once again crossed paths with Ning Rongrong.
Surrounded by a crowd of charming admirers,
Li Zhexian swept aside all so-called geniuses with a single stroke of his sword.
Ning Rongrong, tears brimming in her eyes, said:
“Brother Zhexian… I’ve missed you every single day…”
“After all these years… are you doing well?”
Li Zhexian, as calm and detached as ever, raised his sword and pointed it forward.
“Make your move.”
The name Zhexian echoed across the continent.
But this time, his sights were set on the God Realm—
“There may be three thousand gods in the heavens—yet even they must bow before me!”
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