Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1428 Bestowing the Title Seven Killers
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A few minutes ago, on the second floor of the main entrance.

Zhuang Mochen's eyes flashed like lightning as he locked onto the pair of strangely colored swords in the arena. His voice was deep and resonant, like an ancient bell: "How does Ji Tiantian possess the Seven Kill Sword?!"

Chen Xiaojun smiled knowingly, tapping his palm lightly with his jade-bone folding fan: "Shi Qiong is my aunt, my own flesh and blood."

Wang Wei's wine jug trembled with a "hum," his tiger eyes widened, and a suppressed thunderous roar rolled from his throat: "You, Chen Xiaojun, how could you not have seen through the connection between Ji Tiantian's family and yours for the past three years, right under our noses?"

Well, he felt that the actions of the Chen family over the past three years had turned into fine ice needles, piercing his heart with alarm.

Zhuang Mochen seemed oblivious to his old friend's startled words. His knuckles unconsciously twirled the black jade at his waist as he murmured to himself, each word resonating deeply: "So...she really does possess twin martial souls?!"

Wang Wei turned around abruptly, his clothes billowing in the wind: "Old Zhuang! Have your eyes rusted? That Seven Kill Sword Qi flows like a low whistle of a soul, how could it be made of iron?!"

Zhuang Mochen rolled his eyes. He was asking about the subtext, not the literal meaning.

A glint of wisdom flashed in Chen Xiaojun's eyes as he understood her meaning, and his smile deepened: "That's right, Tian Tian is indeed born with full soul power."

"Haha! Heaven is helping our hospital!" Wang Wei's hearty laughter made the cups and saucers on the table hum.

A barely perceptible ripple appeared in Zhuang Mochen's desolate eyes, like a shattered moon reflected in an ancient pool.

They possess innate full soul power! Not a single one among the four thousand students of Chang'an Academy has it. If it weren't for Chen Xiaojun and his group, they wouldn't even be at level nine.

For nearly a century, Chang'an Academy has not had a clearly defined innate full soul power.

Chen Xiaojun's next words poured cold water on the situation: "So, you two should stop trying to spy on my good-for-nothing brothers."

He slightly raised his fingertip and pointed towards the field, "Keep an eye on her, that's enough."

Wang Wei's laughter stopped abruptly, turning into an awkward dry cough.

Zhuang Mochen's face remained ashen, neither confirming nor denying, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he asked, "I remember that all the main disciples of your Chen clan are renowned for their swords. Has Tian Tian been named yet? What is her name?"

Chen Xiaojun remained silent for several breaths, and the air around him seemed to freeze. When he spoke again, each word carried immense weight: "Seven Kill Sword."

"...What?!" Wang Wei exclaimed in shock, his throat tightening as if something was stuck in it. "Seven Killings?!"

Chen Xiaojun flicked his sleeve, his expression resolute: "Indeed—the Seven Kill Sword!"

In fact, this Seven Killings is the Seven Killings Star among the six stars of the Southern Dipper.

The main lineage of the Chen family already uses "Ziwei" + "Nine Stars of the Big Dipper" for their sword names, while the newer members naturally use the corresponding six stars of the Southern Dipper: Tianfu, Tianliang, Tianji, Tiantong, Tianxiang, and Qisha.

However, the world doesn't seem to have heard much about the six stars of the Southern Dipper. Perhaps the six stars of the Southern Dipper are hidden and relatively dim.

Therefore, when King Zhuang and his companion heard the name "Seven Killings," they were greatly shaken.

The ten people, including Chen Xiaojun, were named according to their positions in the Big Dipper Formation.

As for the six juniors, Chen Yunxiang, Chen Haoxuan, Chen Jiarou, Qingke, Chen Yun, and Chen Yunze, the last four are still very young, and the oldest, Chen Jiarou, is only two years old. Their martial souls haven't even awakened yet. We can't wait until they grow up to name them.

Therefore, in order of ranking, Chen Yunxiang obtained the 'Tianfu Sword', and Chen Haoxuan was awarded the 'Tianliang Sword'.

Keji Tiantian is back, and her ranking among her peers can be moved down, but she can't replace her sword name too, can she?

The final sword among the six stars of the Southern Dipper is the Seven Killings and Calamity!

The name 'Seven Kill Sword' is related to the martial soul of the Chen family, and the higher-ups are somewhat hesitant about how to arrange it.

Now that Dust Spirit has arrived, with its innate full soul power and its winding backstory, it is as if a star has returned to its rightful place, bearing this name.

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The warm pavilion on the right side of the second floor is usually where women gather; it was here that a group of female relatives gathered during the clan reunion.

A thin layer of pine resin smudges the air, and gilded sunlight filters through the windowpanes.

Xia Qingyun leaned languidly against the vermilion carved railing, tilting her head back to drink the last of the wine in the pot.

Suddenly glancing sideways at the person beside her, her smile tinged with a hint of drunkenness, she touched the tightly furrowed brow with her jade-like finger: "Look at you, you've almost locked your brow like a lock! What's troubling you this time?"

"Master." Xue Shiqiong's voice was as clear as the clinking of pearls, the celadon teacup landing on the cloud-patterned stone table with a soft sound. Fragrant Snow Spirit Tea was poured into the sky-blue cup, the steam rising and dampening her long, raven-feather eyelashes.

Noticing the teasing in his master's eyes, he immediately changed his words, softening his voice by three points: "Auntie."

Her slender fingers unconsciously caressed the delicate porcelain rim. After several hesitations, she finally spoke, "Is the name 'Seven Killings' too... too heavy? Like a sharp blade hanging overhead, I fear the Emperor might not be able to withstand its edge."

Before he could finish speaking, the lingering words were already tinged with sorrow.

The morning light streaming through the pine-lined window was like melting gold leaf, shimmering and shining over the floral ornament on Xia Qingyun's forehead.

With a muffled thud, she placed the gilded wine pot back onto the armrest.

"I was worried that she was like a drifting duckweed, and I thought it was the right thing to recognize her ancestors and return to her clan."

"Now that we are burning incense to inform our ancestors and having our names and surnames engraved in the family genealogy, you are instead worried about the weight of a mere sword title?"

Xia Qingyun raised her phoenix eyes slightly, her smile carrying a hint of helplessness and sharpness, "Has your 'pure heart and Zen' truly been swept away by the dust and grime of the mundane world?"

"Who in the clan is worthy of bearing the title 'Seven Killers' except for Duling, who possesses innate full soul power and whose bloodline has returned to the ancestral lineage?!"

"Remember, she is now a direct descendant of the Chen family, not a member of the main line!"

The words struck like a heavy hammer in the quiet, warm room.

Xue Shiqiong lowered her eyes and smiled faintly, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

With warm, smooth fingertips, she lifted the teacup and took a light sip. As her wide sleeves fell, they created a few ripples. In the breeze, carrying the cool fragrance of pine and bamboo, a barely audible sigh drifted by.

"Enough!" Xia Qingyun waved her sleeve, her gaze already fixed on the turbulent arena outside the window. "Instead of worrying, let's watch! Let's see how the children perform!"

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Just then, the soft tinkling of jade pendants came from outside the carved door.

A slender young woman gracefully entered, her steps light as if leaving no trace in the snow.

With her dark blue hairpins swaying gently, she first bowed slightly to Xue Shiqiong, then bowed gracefully to Xia Qingyun, her voice as clear as a spring: "Zhu Qianqing greets Aunt."

He was impeccably courteous and dignified: “Yesterday was a busy day, and I did not have time to pay my respects to you. Before I left, my mother earnestly instructed me that if I saw you, I must convey her regards and express her deep longing for you.”

Xia Qingyun glanced at her sideways, a half-smile playing on her lips: "Sit down. Your devoted mother, now that her long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, must be... overjoyed and in high spirits?"

Her phoenix eyes swept across the palace, as if they could see through thousands of miles of palaces and see that dashing figure who had finally achieved his long-cherished wish and looked down on his old friends.

Zhu Qianqing sat down calmly on the brocade stool, and when she nodded, the tassels rippled slightly: "Mother's long-cherished dream has come true, and her heart is naturally at ease."

"Whenever I think of this, I often say... if it weren't for my aunt's kindness and generosity in the past, I'm afraid it would all be just empty words."

"This kindness and gratitude will be forever etched in my heart."

Xia Qingyun chuckled softly, tapping her fingertips on the cool, gilded wine pot with a "tap," her gaze sweeping across the window lattice and landing on the drifting clouds in the sky: "Heh, that's too kind of you."

"Given her natural talent and aptitude, coupled with the murky waters of the Zhu family, which are rife with power and corruption... I was merely helping her along the way."

"My presence may not necessarily enhance the beauty of the flowers, but without me... the water lilies will still bloom, just a few years later."

Zhu Qianqing lowered her eyes gently, a smile on her lips like a spring breeze brushing against a magnolia branch: "Auntie's words... are truly too kind. How could Mother have achieved what she has today without remembering the loving care and warmth you have given her over the years?"

She dared not use honorific titles to address her mother in front of this person.

Just then, another loud bang came from the arena.

Xia Qingyun's gaze suddenly pierced through the glass-like heart, her phoenix eyes locking onto the fiercest sword shadow amidst the swirling smoke, a genuine hint of amusement creeping into the smile on her lips: "On the arena below, that little kid who fights like a little tiger the most, is that your little brother?"

Zhu Qianqing raised her head slightly and followed the gaze, her eyes landing on the heroic young man who was cleaving through the iron torrent with a single sword strike.

Her gentle smile was instantly imbued with the tender yet resilient glow of motherhood, carrying an unshakeable pride: "It is indeed my son, Haoxuan."

(End of this chapter)