As dusk fell,the city of Soto was bathed in the soft glow of lanterns. In a guest room at the Seven Treasures Inn, a not-so-tall fir tree stood quietly in the center, adorned with colorful balls, stockings, and scarves. Candles lit the room, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.
Under the Christmas tree, the brother and sister exchanged gifts.
Dongfang Yao unwrapped her gift and her eyes lit up when she saw the pair of small white flower earrings: "What beautiful earrings! Thank you, brother!"
Dongfang Jing also unwrapped his sister's gift, a pair of exquisitely crafted Soul Master gloves.
"Thank you, Yao'er. Brother will cherish them."
"No, no," Dongfang Yao raised her index finger, correcting him earnestly, "Gloves are for wearing, not for collecting! If brother accidentally wears them out, Yao'er will buy you another one. No, I want to learn needlework so I can knit lots and lots of gloves for brother in the future!"
Listening to his sister's innocent words, Dongfang Jing lowered his eyes slightly, his fingers gently tracing the texture of the gloves.
"Brother?" Dongfang Yao noticed his mood. "Is something on your mind? You've seemed a bit strange since this afternoon."
Dongfang Jing perked up, regaining his usual gentle demeanor towards his sister.
He ruffled her hair. "Yao'er, what do you think of that girl named Ning Rongrong? Would you like to play with her often?" "
Ah? But her home is in Tiandou City." "Oh? So Yao'er really likes this new friend?"
"Yes," Dongfang Yao nodded. "Rongrong is very nice and kind. She said she'd take me to her house next time!"
"I see." Dongfang Jing paused, his tone becoming more serious. "Brother, let me ask you something else. If a very skilled swordsman wanted to teach you swordsmanship, would you be willing to learn?"
"Would someone be better than you, brother?"
"Haha, brother doesn't know swordsmanship." Dongfang Jing laughed. "Someone told brother today that Yao'er is a genius at learning swordsmanship! Don't you want to become stronger?"
'Get stronger?'
Thinking about how becoming stronger would help her brother share the burden, Dongfang Yao nodded earnestly.
Dongfang Jing understood, a relieved smile appearing on his face: "You'll need a spirit ring soon. The Star Dou Great Forest is fraught with danger, so I'm planning to scout ahead and find out where suitable spirit beasts are, so we don't waste time searching later. Ning Rongrong lives next door, right? Go visit her."
"Scout ahead?"
Dongfang Yao was puzzled. Did they really have to go now?
Although she wanted to go, she knew she couldn't keep up with her brother's speed, and going would only be a burden.
She nodded obediently and walked to the door: "Brother, be careful. Yao'er will wait for you to come back."
"Okay, go ahead. You can tell her more stories."
Dongfang Jing waved, watching his sister enter Ning Rongrong's room.
The smile on his face gradually faded.
Leaving the inn, Dongfang Jing conjured a bicycle and rode southeast.
Behind him, several disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School silently followed.
At the window of the VIP suite of the Seven Treasure Inn.
Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin watched the boy's departing figure.
The pure-type Soul Emperor who had appeared earlier silently appeared in the room, kneeling on one knee: "Sect Master, sending only four Soul Kings to accompany him might allow him to escape using the escape technique you mentioned."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head: "He won't escape. That boy values his sister above all else; he would never abandon her."
He turned to the Soul Emperor and ordered: "You go too. Report back immediately if anything happens."
"Yes!"
Riding along the rugged path, the evening breeze swept over them.
It was December, and while it wasn't cold during the day, the wind carried a chill.
There were many small towns a hundred kilometers outside the Star Dou Great Forest, and Dongfang Jing planned to go there.
Of course, this wasn't the main purpose.
He mainly wanted to take this opportunity to get away and clear his head.
He had long heard of Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, a top expert on the continent.
Receiving his guidance was an opportunity countless Soul Masters dreamed of, let alone becoming his disciple.
Before checking into the inn, Dongfang Jing deliberately sent his sister away and requested to spar with the Sword Douluo, who readily agreed.
He had tried; the old man was a genuine Title Douluo, not an imposter.
Even if he wanted to use the mirror to escape with his sister, they wouldn't even have a chance to fight against a Title Douluo.
Faced with an absolute difference in strength, any scheme seemed futile.
'Ning Fengzhi, indeed a cunning old fox,' Dongfang Jing thought to himself.
The Sword Douluo might have no ulterior motives and genuinely wanted to take Yao'er as his disciple to inherit his mantle.
But Ning Fengzhi's suggestion, while seemingly appealing, concealed a deeper meaning upon closer inspection. Become the Sword Douluo's disciple, but not join the sect?
What was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? One of the three great sects!
How could such a momentous event as their sect's guardian Douluo accepting a disciple not be leaked? Unless the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was completely united and had no spies from other forces.
Once the news spread, even if Yao'er hadn't officially joined the sect, in the eyes of outsiders, as the disciple of the Sword Douluo, she was already bound to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Who would care whether she had actually joined the sect or not?
Ning Fengzhi, in particular, saw through Dongfang Jing's extreme nature of disregarding everything for his sister.
He had calculated that as long as his sister was in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, her brother would definitely follow.
That's why he used the guise of accepting a disciple to actually bind her to the sect.
'Truly cunning and calculating,'
Dongfang Jing didn't want to refuse, after all, he couldn't use a sword and couldn't make Yao'er's sword sharper.
He also couldn't refuse, because if he did, being watched by the titled Douluo and the many Seven Treasure disciples hiding in the shadows, he and his sister would probably already be dead in some dark alley.
After riding for a while, Dongfang Jing felt that riding on his own two feet was too slow and tiring, so he stopped the bike.
Fortunately, he had studied automotive engineering in his previous life and meticulously researched various vehicle structures.
With his soul power flowing, his hands skillfully modified the chassis, piecing together and reassembling the shattered mirrors, smoothing out the edges, and adding more and more vehicle parts, which were then assembled in a unique way.
After some effort, a dark purple four-wheeled SUV appeared before him.
As for the missing gasoline, he naturally used his soul power instead.
"Vroom—"
The shattered mirror engine roared, a bright blue light bursting from the rear, and the car shot off like an arrow.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples following behind were dumbfounded: "What...what is this thing?"
"I don't know!"
Coming to their senses, the group hurriedly activated their soul skills and gave chase.
Driving on the bumpy road, the wheels were adjusted so that those inside didn't feel any jolting.
A gentle evening breeze caressed their faces, and Dongfang Jing felt a little more relaxed.
Although his soul power was being consumed more quickly, the speed was far beyond that of a bicycle.
'Now that Yao'er has successfully become Sword Douluo's disciple, I don't need to inquire about soul beasts anymore; I can just let the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School handle it.'
'I've heard that the Star Luo Empire has a steel capital. Perhaps I can go there someday and find some skilled craftsmen to see if we can actually build cars? Then I can take Yao'er for a spin around.'
He thought, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.
But then, glancing at the situation behind him in the rearview mirror, Dongfang Jing's expression gradually turned serious.
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