In the next few days, the news that the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect announced to the world attracted many people from various forces to congratulate.
The first to arrive were naturally Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department of Shrek Academy, and Xuanzi. After that, it was the royal family of the three original Douluo empires, the Heavenly Dragon Sect, the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and other forces.
The intersection of interests is difficult to explain.
I only know that after the end, except for Yan Shaozhe and Xuanzi of Shrek Academy who smiled slightly, the faces of people from other forces were a little complicated, and the worry was the most obvious.
However, all this has nothing to do with Chen Junting for the time being.
At this moment, he was led by his master Ye Xuanji to the treasure house of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect. What is stored here is the wealth accumulated by the sect over the past ten thousand years—natural treasures, self-created soul skills, ten-thousand-year soul bones, precious metals...
As for piles of gold, silver, and jewelry, let alone Ye Xuanji—even Chen Junting didn't spare them a glance.
Under Ye Xuanji's lead, they walked down stone steps toward the depths of the treasure house. The corridor walls weren't lit by soul guide lights but inlaid with luminous night pearls. Their soft glow illuminated the way, and each pearl alone was worth a fortune.
After walking for nearly ten minutes, they reached the end of the corridor. There, a narrow valley opened, flanked by steep mountain walls. Two massive gates blocked the way.
Each gate stood twenty meters tall. On the left gate, a carving of a man held a pot and shovel surrounded by ingredients. On the right, a woman in a flowing pale yellow dress held the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower, nine-colored light cascading from it—elegant and regal.
"This is..."
Chen Junting recognized the two figures immediately. They matched the statues of Oscar and Ning Rongrong in Shrek Square.
Ye Xuanji, standing beside him, looked up and asked, "Disciple, do you know where this treasure room came from?"
"Huh?"
Chen Junting was momentarily puzzled, but as he looked again at the carvings, a thought occurred.
"Master, are you saying these two ancestors—after becoming gods—built this place?"
"Why? You don't believe it?"
Ye Xuanji chuckled, stroking his beard. "When I first came here and heard my master say that, I reacted the same way. Hahaha—"
Seeing his master grinning like an old fox, Chen Junting rolled his eyes. He didn't humor the joke and instead turned his focus back to the gates. If Oscar, the God of Food, and Ning Rongrong, the Goddess of Nine Colors, had really built this place, then what lay beyond?
A divine trial? Or something else?
But he doubted it. Back then, the sect wasn't as powerful as the main one, so it didn't seem likely.
Ye Xuanji, noticing his disciple didn't laugh along, awkwardly coughed and muttered something about kids not appreciating their elders, then returned to a serious tone.
"Master, what's in there?"
"Didn't I say? Secret skills."
"Just secret skills?" Chen Junting clearly wasn't satisfied. The Shrek Seven Devils had all become gods with help from divine inheritance and fairy herbs. Surely Oscar and Ning Rongrong left behind something more?
"It really is just that," Ye Xuanji said knowingly. "This chamber doesn't hold anything special beyond soul skill inscriptions left on the inner walls for reference."
Chen Junting's eyes lit up.
Soul skills that could leave behind traces?
That was no small thing—like the inscriptions in a soul ring.
Ye Xuanji explained further. "To inscribe a soul skill, two things are needed. One: the inscriber must be at least a Super Douluo. Two: the soul skill must either be self-created or a mastered technique refined from a soul beast ability. That second case is true mastery—is something only Gu Rong and Chen Xin were ever known to achieve."
"Wait. Gu Rong? Chen Xin?"
Chen Junting frowned. Weren't those two killed in the god war, long before Ning Rongrong and Oscar became gods?
How did they leave soul traces?
"I don't know either," Ye Xuanji replied. "But they say divine power makes anything possible."
He then took out two tokens: one with a sausage engraved—the God of Food Token—and one with the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower—the Nine-Color Token.
These tokens were the keys. One was held by the Supreme Elder; the other, by the sect master. Ye Xuanji had borrowed the latter from Ning Bowen.
When he pressed the tokens against the doors, the surrounding walls trembled.
A deep mechanical rumble echoed—then, the doors slowly opened.
As they stepped through, Chen Junting felt an immense spiritual pressure wash over him. For a moment, he felt like dust in the wind.
"Is this divine power?" he whispered.
Then suddenly, the emerald hue of his spiritual sea turned gray.
The oppressive feeling vanished.
"Elder Yi," he said mentally.
But before Electrolux could respond, Ye Xuanji patted him on the shoulder. "Come in."
Inside, Chen Junting held his breath.
Nothing lay within—no gold or treasures—just three walls of pure white stone, each engraved with calligraphy: poems, phrases, stanzas, each containing a unique soul energy. When his gaze passed over them, he could feel the power.
"Look here," said Ye Xuanji, pointing to one. "This is my master's self-created soul skill—Sword Dao·Xuanji. Elders with sword martial souls have used these inscriptions to study, adapt, and create skills tailored to themselves."
Chen Junting examined the glowing inscription, awed by the poetic lines and the power within.
Then came Electrolux's voice: "These walls are made using the power of faith."
Chen Junting asked, "What do you mean, Elder Yi?"
Electrolux answered, "Faith is a universal force. The gods in your world waste it. But here, they at least used it to preserve these soul traces."
If faith could record soul patterns, could it also capture them? That would mean divine soul rings weren't just symbolic.
Chen Junting didn't linger on the thought. He preferred action.
He asked his master where Chen Xin's ninth soul skill was and walked toward it.
Near Gu Rong's inscription—"The bone dragon goes out to sea, soars into the sky…"
While Chen Xin's:—"The laurel trees are green in the borders of a hundred miles, and the partridges are singing in the cool afternoon shade.The peaks of Yanpingjin are like sharp cuts, and the river is empty and the water is long after the sword is gone."
Sword Dao·Chen Xin.
Chen Junting reached out and touched it.
Instantly, the poem ignited, the characters flowing like liquid light across the wall, transforming into intricate soul patterns. Then—
Flash.
His consciousness was pulled inside.
Just as he tried to resist, two voices rang out:
"Don't resist!" said Electrolux.
"Don't resist!" echoed his master.
The next moment, Chen Junting stood on a battlefield.
In the sky hovered a silver-haired man in blue—Chen Xin. One-armed, steady, sword in hand.
Beside him stood an aged but proud Gu Rong.
Opposite them, a woman with ten glowing spirit rings raised a scythe—Bibi Dong.
This was the battle. Where Chen Xin and Gu Rong gave everything to protect Tang San.
Chen Xin acted first, his spirit power roaring, sword energy tearing through the skies.
He spoke:
[ "The body of the broken body will only wait for today!"]
[ "The youth of the osmanthus trees is a hundred miles away,
and the partridges are crying in the cool afternoon shade.
The peaks of Yanpingjin are like cuts,
and the river is empty and the water is long after the sword is gone—
Sword Dao·Chen Xin!"]
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(End of Chapter)
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