Chapter 47: Accept My Sword

"Hiss, hiss!"

Even with the deceleration from the demon wolf's wings, the momentum of the fall could not be fully offset; they plummeted toward the ground together at a speed of at least one hundred miles per hour!

"Boom—"

After a loud crash, a trail of dust and smoke appeared deep in the forest, dragging for a full hundred meters along the ground before coming to a stop.

"Brother Jian!"

Ning Rongrong ran with all her might toward the direction where Qin Jian and the Swift Wind Demon Wolf had fallen, taking a full five minutes to arrive.

By this time, the dust and smoke had already slowly dissipated...

Ning Rongrong, along with all eyes from the outside, focused on the spot.

Then they saw the massive body of the Swift Wind Demon Wolf lying on the ground, blood covering the earth.

On its back, Qin Jian stood swaying, leaning on a purple sword.

"Brother Jian, are... are you alright!" Ning Rongrong asked anxiously.

Qin Jian turned his head and saw Ning Rongrong's small figure below.

He slowly revealed a smile: "Rongrong, quickly give this demon wolf a finishing blow... it's about to die..."

"Are you alright?"

Ning Rongrong seemed not to have heard him and was about to climb up.

"I'm fine..."

Qin Jian said helplessly: "I'm just exhausted. Hurry and give it a finishing blow, otherwise my efforts will have been in vain..."

Only then was Ning Rongrong relieved, and she hurriedly took a dagger from her magic tool and walked toward the demon wolf's head.

"Roar..."

But just as she intended to deliver the finishing blow, the dying demon wolf suddenly bared its teeth, giving Ning Rongrong a fright.

"Bang!"

At that moment, Qin Jian stepped on the demon wolf's head and said viciously: "You're already dying, what are you being so fierce for!"

"Rongrong! Finish it!"

His tone hadn't had time to change, and that ferocious appearance made Ning Rongrong's hand tremble so much she nearly dropped the dagger.

"Uh... Rongrong, I wasn't talking to you..."

Qin Jian felt ashamed.

He discovered that the sword was indeed a weapon of slaughter; every time a battle became intense, he would be influenced by his martial soul and become filled with killing intent.

"Oh... oh..."

Ning Rongrong hurriedly stepped forward.

This time there were no more mishaps; she struck with the blade and ended the demon wolf's last remaining vitality.

Subsequently, a yellow Soul Ring lit up.

Outside the Soul Hunting Ground, the crowd only then let out a collective sigh of relief.

The series of changes had been too thrilling; they hadn't even dared to breathe deeply.

Having watched the whole thing, their nerves still hadn't fully relaxed even now.

"This child Jian also has a spirit of slaughter in his bones; no wonder he awakened a sword-shaped martial soul."

Jian Douluo only then put away his own martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword.

Ning Fengzhi nodded and said: "Originally, seeing him calmly intervene in others' disputes, I regretted that he wasn't a Control System Soul Master, but now seeing him hunt a Soul Beast, that is simply..."

He paused and smiled: "Simply a natural Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, and for Rongrong... he is also a perfect match!"

Jian Douluo glanced at him, feeling that their Sect Master seemed particularly fond of Qin Jian lately...

"Fengzhi, you aren't thinking of having Jian and Rongrong..." he probed.

Ning Fengzhi nodded and said: "Although as a father I feel a bit uncomfortable, Qin Jian has truly done everything to the extreme for Rongrong. Whether it was yesterday or today, it makes me feel there is nothing to hesitate about..."

Jian Douluo lowered his eyes, not knowing what expression to show.

One was his personal disciple, the other was the treasure of the entire sect; if they were to be betrothed, it would indeed be a match made in heaven...

It is a pity that Qin Jian is a Million-Year Soul Beast, and he also carries the Nine Trials of the Emotion God, which is an existence destined to bring heartbreak...

If they are truly bound together now, he really doesn't know how many entanglements will arise in the future...

Ignoring the various discussions and exclamations from the outside, inside, Ning Rongrong finally began to absorb her second Soul Ring.

900 years, just right for her limit.

So although her body trembled incessantly, she still struggled to hold on...

Until half an hour later...

"Brother Jian, I succeeded!"

Ning Rongrong stood up gracefully, and a bright yellow Soul Ring rose from beneath her feet.

"My second soul skill consumes about the same amount of soul power as my first soul skill, and it increases speed."

Ning Rongrong's words made Qin Jian's eyes light up.

Generally speaking, the later a soul skill is obtained, the greater its power and the more soul power it consumes.

That Ning Rongrong achieved this result should be because, with her martial soul's auxiliary attributes and amplification remaining constant, the higher the level of the absorbed Soul Ring, the lower the required soul power relatively becomes.

"It wasn't in vain that I risked my life to get this Soul Beast for you."

Qin Jian nodded with satisfaction.

Ning Rongrong rushed over and hugged him: "Hee hee, thank you, Brother Jian."

Qin Jian patted her little head: "Alright, we should head out too; I expect everyone is waiting for us..."

When the two of them walked out of the Soul Hunting Ground holding hands, they saw everyone looking at them.

To be precise, everyone was looking at Qin Jian.

Even though he was currently in rags and covered in dirt, not a single person mocked him.

Even Huo Wu and Yu Tianxin, who had previously held a grudge, had nothing to say at this moment, because the scene of Qin Jian hunting the Swift Wind Demon Wolf at the end was truly too soul-stirring, and it still left them with lingering fear.

"Qin Jian, Ning Rongrong, congratulations on obtaining the Soul Rings you wanted..."

Meng Shenji first congratulated them, and then said to everyone: "Then this Soul Hunting session ends here; I wish all students higher achievements in the future."

After saying this, he did not wait for everyone to disperse, but instead lowered his head with the two Education Committee Members and walked hurriedly to one side.

The way they looked, it was clear they were avoiding someone.

But what one fears is exactly what happens.

"Three Education Committee Members, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

At this moment, Jian Douluo walked up a few steps with his arms crossed: "Have you forgotten our agreed-upon spar?"

The crowd, who had originally intended to disperse, immediately had their eyes light up upon hearing this.

A battle between a Peak Douluo and three Spirit Douluo is not something often seen!

Meng Shenji and the other two turned around with bitter faces; their plan to sneak away had fallen through...

"Although this time was full of twists and turns, Jian'er and Rongrong still obtained what they wanted, so I won't make things difficult for you..."

Nine Soul Rings lit up on Jian Douluo's body: "Just take one sword strike from me."

Meng Shenji and the other two looked at each other, then nodded in unison.

If they didn't even dare to take one strike from Jian Douluo, then their old faces would be completely disgraced in front of the students!

Of the three Education Committee Members, two were Control System Spirit Douluo, and one was Defense Type; if they went all out, it was not impossible for them to block one move from Jian Douluo.

"Jian'er, watch closely, this is the true Man-Sword Unity!"

Jian Douluo's figure slowly floated into the air, his right hand pointing a sword toward the sky, and his martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword, appeared above his head.

"Zheng zheng zheng..."

Endless Sword Qi transformed into streaks of sword shadows that danced, shrouding a radius of one li.

"Clang!"

The next moment, like a hundred birds paying homage to a phoenix, all the Sword Qi converged onto the central main sword, the Seven Kill Sword martial soul!

"Hum!"

A giant sword several hundred meters long suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes...

(End of this chapter)