Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Become a Disciple and Be Crowned as a Titled Douluo

"Give... give... give me a master?"

Ye Feng was dumbfounded. He had just been thinking about how Tang San had a Titled Douluo father, and now the system had actually given him a master. And not just any master—a Titled Douluo-level master.

Whoosh—

A sharp sound sliced through the air as a figure descended from the sky.

The newcomer was an elderly man, dressed in a spotless white robe. His long silver hair was neatly combed back, and he had a face as smooth as a baby's, exuding an aura of simplicity and serenity. His expression was indifferent, his eyes seemingly ignoring everything around him. Yet, just by standing there, he radiated an aura that made it feel as though he was the only person in the world.

The old man landed lightly on his sword, stepping onto the ground of Holy Spirit Village. His gaze swept around before finally settling on Ye Feng.

Ye Feng, in turn, looked at the elderly man who had suddenly appeared in Holy Spirit Village.

Whoosh—

Another gust of wind broke through the silence, and a second figure appeared on a nearby rooftop. The man leaped down gracefully, landing beside the old man without making a sound.

This newcomer was a middle-aged man, with a handsome face, a straight nose, and a refined demeanor. He wore a pristine white robe, his entire presence exuding elegance and calm. Though he appeared to be in his forties, his black hair was smooth and unrestrained, giving him an air of casual grace.

"Uncle Jian, is this the place?" the middle-aged man asked.

"It was here just now, but now it has suddenly disappeared," the old man replied, his voice sharp like a blade, cutting through the air.

Uncle Jian?

Ye Feng was taken aback by the way the middle-aged man addressed the old man.

Across the entire Spirit Master world, there were very few individuals who had reached such a terrifying level of cultivation—white-haired, sword-wielding, and addressed as "Uncle Jian." One name immediately surfaced in Ye Feng's mind: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Guardian Douluo, Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Ye Feng's gaze shifted to the middle-aged man beside him. His noble and refined demeanor, combined with the respect he showed for Sword Douluo, left no doubt—he had to be Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Judging by the timing, today should be the day the children in nearby villages awaken their martial spirits. Could it be that he has already left?" Ning Fengzhi asked thoughtfully.

"I don't think so," Sword Douluo Chen Xin replied, his piercing gaze locking onto Ye Feng.

They had been passing through when Sword Douluo suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation. It was a strong presence, a martial spirit with a formidable aura. Being a sword fanatic, he could instinctively detect the presence of powerful sword-type spirits in his surroundings.

From the intensity of the fluctuations, Sword Douluo deduced that the martial spirit's quality was on par with his own Seven Killing Sword. Intrigued, he and Ning Fengzhi had made their way to the Spirit Hall of Holy Spirit Village.

"Spirit power at level 30!" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed in shock as he assessed Ye Feng.

Level 30?!

Ye Feng was stunned.

He had just awakened his martial spirit and hadn't learned how to suppress his spirit power yet. Under Ning Fengzhi's gaze, his true level was immediately exposed.

At that moment, Ye Feng understood why the system had not rewarded him for his earlier thoughts. It turned out that his innate spirit power level was actually ten levels higher than Qian Renxue's. Naturally, he hadn't triggered the conditions for receiving a reward.

"Kid, show me your martial spirit," Sword Douluo commanded, his tone calm but unquestionable.

"Alright." Ye Feng smiled slightly, flipping his right hand. A jade-like begonia flower materialized in his palm.

"Nine-Hearted Begonia?" Ning Fengzhi, who possessed the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda martial spirit, was visibly stunned.

As the owner of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda, the continent's most recognized auxiliary martial spirit, Ning Fengzhi was well aware that the true strongest auxiliary martial spirit was not his own, but the legendary Nine-Hearted Begonia.

Seeing Ye Feng's martial spirit, Ning Fengzhi's heart trembled.

But something was off. He frowned slightly and murmured, "No, this isn't the Nine-Hearted Begonia. It looks similar, but the color and texture are wrong."

Although Ye Feng's martial spirit bore a strong resemblance to the Nine-Hearted Begonia, its transparency and jade-like texture set it apart.

While Ye Feng's spirit wasn't the Nine-Hearted Begonia, its quality was undoubtedly higher than the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda, shocking Ning Fengzhi even more.

Sword Douluo's gaze remained unreadable, but a flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes before he quickly regained his composure.

"I'm not talking about this martial spirit," Sword Douluo said in a deep voice. "I'm referring to your sword-shaped martial spirit."

Sword-shaped martial spirit?!

Ning Fengzhi turned to Ye Feng, his face filled with disbelief. His mind reeled as he stammered, "Uncle Jian, you mean… he possesses twin martial spirits?"

"Yes," Sword Douluo confirmed, his gaze burning as if he had just discovered a priceless treasure.

Ning Fengzhi, though normally composed, could no longer hide his excitement.

Throughout history, there had only been two famous twin-spirit soul masters—one of them being the current Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.

For a spirit master to possess two martial spirits meant they could eventually have eighteen spirit rings instead of nine, an overwhelming advantage.

But what neither Sword Douluo nor Ning Fengzhi knew was that Ye Feng didn't just have two martial spirits—he had three. The number of spirit rings he could ultimately acquire wasn't eighteen, but a staggering twenty-seven.

"Kid, let me see your sword-shaped martial spirit," Sword Douluo said with keen anticipation.

"Alright." Ye Feng sighed helplessly.

Sword Douluo's martial spirit was the Seven Killing Sword, and as a sword fanatic, he was bound to sense Ye Feng's sword-type martial spirit.

Ye Feng raised his left hand, and a golden sleeve sword appeared above his palm.

The blade was intricately adorned—one side bore carvings of the sun, moon, and stars, while the other depicted mountains, rivers, and lush vegetation. The hilt displayed farming and animal husbandry techniques on one side, and on the other, strategies for unifying the world.

Its brilliance was dazzling.

Even though it had no spirit rings yet, faint ripples of power pulsed around it.

Clang—

As soon as the sword appeared, Sword Douluo's Seven Killing Sword martial spirit trembled violently, as if it had encountered something terrifying.

"Kid… you actually awakened twin martial spirits," Ning Fengzhi said, his excitement barely contained. He suddenly turned to Ye Feng and asked, "Kid, are you engaged?"

"...What?"

Both Ye Feng and Sword Douluo were taken aback by the abrupt question.

The meaning was clear—Ning Fengzhi wanted Ye Feng to marry Ning Rongrong!

"Fengzhi!" Sword Douluo called out in a warning tone.

"Ahem!" Ning Fengzhi coughed awkwardly before quickly changing the subject. "Kid, where are your parents? Can you take me to meet them?"

"They're dead," Ye Feng replied.

"Dead?" Ning Fengzhi furrowed his brows. Marriages required parental approval, and without Ye Feng's parents, things became complicated.

"Kid, what's your name?" Sword Douluo asked, his sharp gaze piercing through Ning Fengzhi's thoughts.

"Ye Feng. 'Ye' as in leaf, 'Feng' as in peak."

"Ye Feng…" Sword Douluo murmured. "Leaves turn green and red, and a peak towers over all. What a fine name."

Pausing for a moment, he then declared, "It seems today, I—Sword Douluo—will make an exception."

An exception?

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat. Was he about to take him in as his disciple?!

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