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“Are you certain you wish to take me as your master?”

Chen Xin’s voice was low and powerful, carrying an unmistakable authority that brooked no refusal. Becoming his disciple was no simple matter. Yet, after these past few years together, he had come to understand Ning Xi’s nature well.

So when it came to accepting her as his pupil, Chen Xin hesitated not for a moment, though he still followed the proper formalities.

Ning Xi lifted her head, her gaze resolute as she looked at Chen Xin, a note of determination in her voice. “Yes, Master Jian, I wish to learn the essence of the Seven Kill Sword from you, to become a true master of the sword.”

Chen Xin gave a slight nod, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Very well. From this moment forth, you shall be the sole disciple of Chen Xin’s sword path.”

“The power of the Seven Kill Sword stems from murderous intent, but a true master transforms that intent into a heart of protection. From today onward, you embark on this path of the sword. Remember, the strength of the blade lies in the heart of its wielder.” Chen Xin’s voice carried a profound meaning.

Ning Xi nodded, her eyes reflecting steadfast resolve. Slowly, she raised the Seven Kill Sword in her hand, the tip pointing to the ground, the blade trembling slightly as if responding to Chen Xin’s words.

“Disciple wishes to take Master Jian as her teacher, to follow and learn the sword path for life.” There was solemnity in Ning Xi’s voice.

Though she had always called him Master Jian, from now on she would call him Master.

Chen Xin nodded with satisfaction, saying nothing further.

From somewhere, he produced an antiquely fashioned silver ring, its face set with a translucent blue gem. Within the gem seemed to lie a dazzling starry river, faintly shimmering with light.

“Here,” the Sword Douluo continued, “is a soul-guided storage ring. I gift it to you. Infuse it with soul power to activate its function. With simple mental control, you can store, retrieve, and categorize items.”

A soul-guided device?

Ning Xi’s surprise was brief, but Bone Douluo was quicker to speak.

“Hey, old Sword Man, I never thought you’d give such a precious thing to Xi’er! Aren’t you usually so protective of it? Tsk tsk...” Bone Douluo teased Sword Douluo, this storage ring was no small matter—it could hold many things.

Ning Xi felt a twinge of confusion.

“Is this really that valuable?”

Wasn’t this something anyone could make casually?

“Of course! Soul-guided devices are exceedingly rare and valuable. This one was hard-won at an auction long ago. And its design is beautiful—quite fitting for you. You should give it a name.”

Bone Douluo gestured as he spoke, his expression sincere.

Having heard Bone Douluo’s explanation, Ning Xi roughly grasped the current era’s situation.

“Thank you, Master. I shall name it ‘Star River Illusion Ring.’” Ning Xi accepted the Sword Douluo’s heartfelt gift with a serious tone, not wishing to slight him.

Ning Fengzhi nodded beside her. “A fine name, perfectly suits it.”

Ning Rongrong, usually quiet, became lively now. Seeing Ning Xi take on a master, she was deeply excited but had held back her feelings until now.

“Master Jian! I want one too! I want one too!” she shouted, throwing herself at Sword Douluo like a spoiled child refusing to get up if denied.

“Oh, my little princess, I’ll buy you one next time!” Sword Douluo couldn’t resist her coquettish antics and had no choice but to promise for now.

Ning Xi held the soul-guided storage ring carefully, then looked at Ning Rongrong and pulled her away from Sword Douluo.

“No need to buy. I know how to make one.”

At this, Ning Rongrong immediately stopped, staring at Ning Xi in surprise.

Ning Fengzhi and the others shared the same look, all gazing at Ning Xi with puzzled disbelief.

“Xi’er, I know you know many things, but making a soul-guided device is no simple task.”

“Indeed, disciple, if you want one, I can just buy it for you.”

“Right, Xi’er, no bragging here!”

The three adults showed clear skepticism, but Ning Rongrong’s expression was different.

Innocent and pure, her eyes shone with full trust and admiration. “Sister! I knew you were the strongest!”

She hugged Ning Xi tightly, rubbing against her. A faint floral fragrance wafted into her nose, leaving her momentarily dazed. Sister smelled so good!

Fragrant! Soft!

Ning Xi smiled gently and patted her head, then looked at Ning Fengzhi and the others with a calm yet resolute expression. “Father, I need your help to find these materials. Give me a week, and I will give you an answer.”

Without hesitation, Ning Xi stepped away from Ning Rongrong, went to a wooden table, found paper, and carefully began to write and draw, her face focused.

Though still youthful and slightly naive in speech, she showed no trace of childishness in that moment.

It was as if she had become the adult she was destined to be.

They seemed to behold a slender woman with a stern countenance, brows like distant emerald mountains, eyes like cold stars crystallized with frost, exuding an otherworldly, unearthly chill.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, loosely draped over her shoulders, adding an ethereal grace. She wore a simple long robe whose flowing sleeves fluttered in the breeze, like a swordsman stepping out of a painting, commanding reverence.

All instinctively focused intently on Ning Xi. They gathered around her as her delicate yet firm hand gripped the pen.

Soon, vivid illustrations of materials, along with their names and attributes, were meticulously recorded.

At that moment, no one could contain their astonishment any longer.

A prodigy!

This young lady was a prodigy!

How could someone so young possess such talent?

They were deeply unsettled, but when Ning Xi finished recording what she needed, they finally came back to their senses.

These were things she had painstakingly memorized in her past life.

They were etched deeply in her mind.

Ning Fengzhi’s expression suddenly changed, and he immediately placed the items into the soul-guided storage ring.

These materials must not fall into anyone else’s hands; these matters should be kept secret.

“Seal off all information immediately. No news of this day must leak out. Should anyone betray this, they must be executed!”

Bone Douluo unleashed his aura of authority, and everyone present felt the pressure suffocating.

No one dared to take a deep breath; all nodded obediently.

With such a formidable young lady, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect might one day dominate the world!

Moreover, the sect’s treatment was quite good, unlike other noble houses, coarse and lacking in etiquette.

Anyone foolish enough to leak these secrets here, with two titled Douluos guarding, was simply courting death.