Soul Land: I am not convinced

"Give... give... give me a master?"

Ye Feng was dumbfounded. He had just been thinking about Tang San's Titled Douluo-level father, and now the system was offering him a master—a Titled Douluo-level master, no less.

Suddenly, a sharp crackling sound echoed through the air as a figure descended from the sky.

The newcomer was an old man. He wore a spotless snowwhite gown, with long silver hair and a neatly combed beard, his face as delicate as a baby's. His expression was calm and indifferent. His eyes appeared to see nothing around him, yet his presence commanded the area, making him seem like the center of the world.

The old man landed gracefully, holding a sword in hand, and set foot on the soil of Holy Soul Village. His gaze swept over the surroundings, finally locking onto Ye Feng.

As the old man observed Ye Feng, Ye Feng took in the appearance of the unexpected visitor.

Whoosh!

Another figure appeared, landing silently on a nearby roof before jumping down to stand beside the old man.

This second arrival was a middle-aged man with a face as refined as jade, a straight nose, and a square jaw. He exuded an air of elegance and gentleness, dressed in a pristine white robe. His black hair flowed smoothly behind him, and his eyes were soft—giving him the appearance of an ordinary man. Yet, there was an undeniable aura of authority about him.

"Uncle Sword, is this the place?" the middle-aged man asked.

"It was here just a moment ago, but now it's gone," the old man replied, his voice sharp and penetrating, like a blade cutting through the air.

Uncle Sword?

Ye Feng was startled. In the world of soul masters, few matched this description: a powerful cultivator with white hair and a beard who flew on a sword and was called "Uncle Sword." The name that immediately came to Ye Feng's mind was Jian Dao Chen Xin, the sword douluo and guardian of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.

Ye Feng then turned his attention to the middle-aged man. His luxurious attire and dignified bearing made it clear—he was Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.

"Considering the timing, it's about time for the children in the nearby villages to awaken their martial souls. Could he have already left?" Ning Fengzhi muted thoughtfully.

"I don't think so," Jian Dao Chen Xin said, his eyes fixed intently on Ye Feng.

Earlier, as Jian Dao Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi passed through the area, Chen Xin had sensed a peculiar fluctuation—a powerful sword-like martial soul. The aura was so strong that it rivaled his own Seven Killing Sword. Intrigued, the two decided to investigate, leading them to the Spirit Hall of Holy Soul Village.

"Thirty levels of soul power!" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed, his eyes widening as he assessed Ye Feng.

"Level thirty?" Ye Feng was stunned.

Having just awakened his martial soul, Ye Feng had no idea how to conceal his soul power. Under Ning Fengzhi's scrutiny, his soul power level was immediately revealed.

Now, Ye Feng understood why the system hadn't rewarded him earlier. His innate soul power was ten levels higher than Qian Renxue's, meaning the conditions for triggering a reward hadn't been met.

"Little boy, what is your martial soul? Show it to me," Jian Dao Chen Xin commanded, his tone calm but firm.

"Alright," Ye Feng replied with a smile. He flipped his right hand, and a translucent, jade-like flower appeared in his palm—the Nine Heart Begonia.

"Nine Heart Begonia?" Ning Fengzhi was taken aback.

As the possessor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Ning Fengzhi knew that while his martial soul was regarded as the top auxiliary-type martial soul on the continent, the true number one was the Nine Heart Begonia. Seeing Ye Feng's martial soul, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

"No, this isn't the Nine Hearts Begonia. It looks similar, but the color and texture are different," Ning Fengzhi murmured, deep in thought.

Though Ye Feng's martial soul resembled the Nine Heart Begonia, it was colorless and transparent, as if carved from jade. Despite the difference, Ning Fengzhi could sense that its quality surpassed even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Jian Dao Chen Xin's eyes flickered with surprise before returning to their usual calm. "I wasn't referring to that martial soul. I meant your sword-shaped martial soul."

"Sword-shaped martial soul?" Ning Fengzhi repeated, his voice filled with astonishment. He stared at Ye Feng, almost petrified. "Uncle Sword, are you saying... he has twin martial souls?"

"Yes," Jian Dao Chen Xin confirmed, his gaze fixed on Ye Feng like he had discovered a treasure.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes also lit up with excitement. Twin martial souls were an incredibly rare phenomenon. Throughout history, only two soul masters were known to possess them—one of whom was Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

A soul master with twin martial souls could potentially possess up to eighteen soul rings, significantly enhancing their abilities. What neither Jian Dao Chen Xin nor Ning Fengzhi realized was that Ye Feng didn't just have two martial souls—he had three. This meant he could potentially possess up to twenty-seven soul rings!

"Boy, show me your sword-shaped martial soul," Jian Dao Chen Xin demanded, his voice firm.

"Alright," Ye Feng replied somewhat reluctantly.

Jian Dao Chen Xin's martial soul was the Seven Killing Sword, and as a Title Douluo, he was deeply passionate about swords. It was no surprise that he had detected Ye Feng's sword-shaped martial soul, especially since Ye Feng hadn't yet learned to conceal his soul power.

Ye Feng raised his left hand, and a small golden sword appeared, hovering above his palm. The blade was engraved with symbols of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and trees. The hill bore inscriptions of farming techniques and strategies for unifying the lands. The sword radiated an extraordinary aura, and even without any soul rings, it emitted faint ripples of energy.

As the sword appeared, Jian Dao Chen Xin felt a tremor in his own Seven Killing Sword. It was as if his martial soul had encountered something fearsome.

"Boy, you've awakened twin martial souls," Ning Fengzhi said, his voice filled with awe. He stared at Ye Feng intently and asked, "Boy, are you engaged?"

"Engaged?" Ye Feng and Jian Dao Chen Xin both stared at Ning Fengzhi in surprise. It was clear what Ning Fengzhi was implying—he wanted Ye Feng to marry his daughter, Ning Rongrong!

"Fengzhi!" Jian Dao Chen Xin chided softly.

"Ahem!" Ning Fengzhi coughed awkwardly, then asked, "Boy, where are your parents? Can you take me to meet them?"

"My parents are dead," Ye Feng replied.

"Dead?" Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly. Marriage was a significant matter, traditionally arranged by parents and matchmakers. With Ye Feng's parents gone, the situation became more complicated.

"Boy, what's your name?" Jian Dao Chen Xin interjected, his sharp eyes cutting through the awkwardness.

"Ye Feng. The leaves of the trees, the peaks of the mountains," Ye Feng answered.

"Ye Feng... The leaves are green, the flowers are red and beautiful, and the peak towers above all others. A good name," Jian Dao Chen Xin praised. He paused, then added, "It seems I, Jian Dao Chen Xin, must be persistent today."

"Persistent?" Ye Feng was taken aback. Was Jian Dao Chen Xin about to take him as his disciple?