Douluo Continent: Half-level Innate Realm, but a Sword Cultivator with a Heart-Only Mind

Back home, Qi Dao couldn't wait to summon his iron sword!

The iron sword was dull in color and looked unremarkable, with several cracks on its blade.

But when Qi Dao held it in his hand, that mysterious connection resurfaced.

It's important to know that the Douluo Continent world contains concepts like sword intent and the unity of man and sword.

For example, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Sword Maniac Ji Juechen, and others.

Qi Dao looked at the iron sword in his hand and recalled the strange state he had experienced outside the Awakening Hall.

Perhaps what I was experiencing was a state similar to an epiphany!

Thinking of this, Qi Dao couldn't put down the iron sword in his hand.

What's wrong with being half-grade innate?

He too will become a god of swordsmanship!

The spirit of youth is a rare and irreplaceable quality in this world!

Qi Dao's life was one of unparalleled excellence!

...

At the dining table, Qi Dao looked at his father.

"Dad, could you buy me a sword sheath tomorrow?"

Qi's father was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Son, what do you need the scabbard for?"

In Douluo Continent, weapon spirit masters do not need to wear weapons; they only need to release their spirit during battle.

Qi Dao smiled and said, "I want to put my Iron Sword Martial Spirit in a scabbard and carry it with me at all times."

"what?"

Not only Qi's father, but also Qi's mother were stunned, unable to understand the logic behind Qi Dao's idea.

Qi's father, both amused and exasperated, asked, "Son, can you tell me why you carry a martial spirit with you at all times?"

"You should know that even if you don't use your Martial Soul, releasing it will still continuously consume your Soul Power."

Qi Dao said earnestly, "Because I feel that this will help me to comprehend the soul and will of the sword, and perhaps allow me to cultivate faster."

After hearing this, Qi's father and mother were still completely bewildered.

What kind of nonsense is this?

If you can sense the soul and will of a sword just by holding it, then how come he hasn't felt anything after holding it for over twenty years?

The couple exchanged a glance and shook their heads in secret.

It seems that no matter how precocious their son is, he is still just a child, so they still hold onto this unrealistic idea.

But it's alright, maybe he'll see things for himself in a few days!

However, seeing that their son was not discouraged by the awakening of his innate half-level soul power, the couple was already very satisfied.

Father Qi chuckled and said, "Alright, Dad will go buy you a sword sheath tomorrow!"

"Thank you, Dad!" Qi Dao smiled.

The next day, Qi's father indeed brought back a black sword sheath, which was engraved with exquisite patterns.

Qi Dao took the scabbard and immediately became enamored with it. He promptly sheathed the iron sword, hung it at his waist, and placed one hand on the hilt.

That subtle feeling returned.

At this moment, Qi's father chuckled and joked, "Son, have you felt the soul of the sword?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Dao closed his eyes and put a finger to his lips.

"Shh~"

He sensed that his connection with the iron sword was gradually strengthening.

Although it is barely perceptible, it is definitely being strengthened!

Qi's father suppressed a laugh.

It actually looks quite convincing!

Qi's mother stood not far away, looking at him with a doting expression.

"Our son is so handsome!"

Qi's father walked over and grinned, saying, "Of course, it's just like me!"

night.

Qi Dao lay quietly in bed, meditating, with his iron sword lying horizontally in front of him. His peaceful face was tinged with a hint of solemnity.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes bright, and a smile appeared on his peaceful little face.

"It really worked! My cultivation speed is much faster than before."

Although the increase was so slight as to be almost imperceptible, Qi Dao was absolutely certain.

Although the effect may not be immediately apparent in a day or two, it can accumulate over time and eventually lead to great results!

Qi Dao picked up the iron sword lying horizontally in front of him and said with a smile, "Iron sword, oh iron sword, the Great Dao leads to the heavens, but you've brought me one step closer to becoming a sword god!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thought suddenly struck him.

"It's no use calling you Iron Sword all the time. We'll be famous throughout the world sooner or later, so how can we not have a powerful name!"

"Let me think about it~"

Qi Dao stroked his chin, deep in thought.

After a while, his eyes lit up.

"One day, I will be invincible among men, and you will reign supreme among swords!"

"You shall be called Wushuang!"

"Peerless beauty, unparalleled in the world!"

"Buzz~"

In an instant, a buzzing sound rang out in the room.

Qi Dao gripped the sword sheath, yet clearly felt a strong tremor.

In his mind's eye, he seemed to hear Wushuang cheering and jumping for joy!

Qi Dao laughed heartily: "I heard your voice. It seems you really like this name!"

Let's work together towards our common goal!

"This is the bond between us!"

"Buzz~"

Qi Dao didn't notice that the crack on the sword had miraculously healed a little bit.

...

Starting the next day, Qi Dao began practicing swordsmanship with his father.

Qi's father was merely an ordinary level 29 Great Soul Master, not a master of swordsmanship.

However, in his early years, he had also frequented the Great Soul Arena to make a living, and had a lot of experience fighting enemies.

Even now, he and Qi's mother have a fixed soul-hunting team that specializes in helping people hunt for soul rings.

In life-or-death battles, his swordsmanship, though not that of a master swordsman, was more geared towards practical combat.

Concise, yet practical!

"Sword fighting techniques are mainly divided into two categories: slashing and thrusting."

"When you're chopping, your arm should be relaxed. You should use the weight of the sword itself and the rotation of your waist and hips to bring the sword down, rather than simply relying on the force of your arm."

"Relax, relax!"

"Holding a sword requires 'solidity without rigidity,' meaning you must prevent the sword from slipping from your hand while maintaining wrist flexibility. What kind of sword are you holding?"

"How many soul skills do we soul masters actually have? Especially us weapon soul masters."

"Take us sword spirit masters for example. All our skills are in the sword. If we don't master swordsmanship, our strength will be reduced by at least half."

Qi's father was extremely strict when teaching Qi Dao swordsmanship.

However, this is exactly what Qi Dao needs.

Moreover, Qi's father is indeed quite capable!

Qi's mother watched this scene from a distance, a look of relief appearing on her gentle face.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

When Notting Academy opened, Qi Dao's parents sent him in and he met Hans, the dean of Notting Academy.

The couple were also students at Notting Academy, and they are among the more promising ones. They are likely to become Soul Masters in the future, and may even have the chance to become Soul Sect Masters in their lifetime.

Hans asked enthusiastically, "Mingyuan, Wang Rou, how does it feel to be back at our alma mater?"

"Is this your child?"

"I saw composure and wisdom in his eyes, which is something that ordinary children do not possess."

"Greetings, Dean Hans!" Qi Dao greeted Dean Hans respectfully.

Hans laughed heartily and said, "What a polite child!"

When Qi's parents heard Dean Hans's praise of Qi Dao, they couldn't help but smile.

Qi's father said, "I brought Qi Dao to Notting Academy to register this time. This child awakened his martial soul two months ago and also has innate soul power."

He then handed over Qi Dao's Spirit Hall Awakening Certificate.

Hans opened the voucher, and after reading its contents, his gaze toward Qi Dao now held a hint of pity.

The martial soul has undergone a malignant mutation; this is just too unlucky.

With only half a level of innate soul power, he will most likely never break through to level 20 in this lifetime. After all, not everyone with half a level of innate soul power can reach level 29 like his old friend Yu Xiaogang.

His eyes lit up at this thought.

Yup!

How could I forget about the "master"!

The two had such similar experiences: both suffered malignant mutations in their martial souls and were taught by a master. Was it not their destiny?

Just then, the door to the principal's office suddenly opened, and a figure strode in without warning.

Dean Hans clapped his hands with delight when he saw the person who had arrived.

"Master, you've come at the perfect time!"