Chapter 4: The Seven Spirit Dust Bell

Hai Tian stood guard over his dantian, where countless streams of spiritual energy from heaven and earth were wildly spinning, forming a massive white vortex that seemed to have a life of its own, gradually expanding.

For ordinary people, condensing a sword spirit might be a significant challenge, but for Hai Tian, who was once a Sword God, it was far too easy.

Hai Tian carefully controlled the massive white vortex in his lower dantian, which was filled with sword spirit energy converted from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The sword spirit is formed by condensing sword spirit energy.

Although Hai Tian's sword spirit energy was already substantial, it had not been refined, and its density in gaseous form was relatively low. To condense a sword spirit, a large amount of sword spirit energy was needed as a supplement.

His body continued to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and Hai Tian sensed that the sword spirit energy converted in his dantian was already sufficient.

Without hesitation, Hai Tian focused his mind and controlled the massive white vortex, extracting a strand of the purest sword spirit energy from it.

Taking a deep breath, Hai Tian divided his mind into two parts. One part continuously converted the sword spirit energy, while the other carefully began to condense the sword spirit. The sword spirit energy was still fragile and needed a continuous supply.

Above the white vortex in his dantian, a small, milky-white dot slowly appeared. Immediately, countless streams of sword spirit energy began to gather around this milky-white dot.

Before long, a translucent small sword was suspended in Hai Tian's dantian.

However, Hai Tian did not relax. He knew that was just the first step. Due to the impurity of his sword spirit energy, the condensed sword spirit was quite thin.

Now, he needed to continuously compress it, striving to increase the density of the sword spirit.

Compress! Intensely compress! The originally three-foot-long translucent small sword, after Hai Tian's intense compression, was reduced to only three inches. But Hai Tian was still unsatisfied, and the continuously converted sword spirit energy from his body continued to supplement the translucent small sword.

Then he compressed it again, repeating this process several times before finally stopping.

Looking at the small, milky-white sword in his dantian, which was only half an inch long, Hai Tian exhaled deeply. He knew this was the best he could do for now.

The smaller the sword spirit, the greater its density and concentration.

Surprisingly, after Hai Tian's sword spirit was successfully condensed, the wild flow of spiritual energy in the world also stopped.

Opening his eyes and glancing at his drenched clothes, Hai Tian had a bitter smile on his face: "I didn't expect it to turn out like this. Fortunately, it was me; if it were someone else, they would either explode or go mad."

Thinking about it, Hai Tian smiled in relief. Each step was extremely dangerous. On one hand, he had to control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from entering too quickly and continuously convert it, while on the other hand, he had to condense the sword spirit.

Any mistake in either aspect would have been fatal to Hai Tian. Only the soul of a Sword God could have persisted; anyone else would have been obliterated.

"Only after cultivating the first level of sword power did I condense a sword spirit. I wonder what will happen when I reach the rank of a one-star swordsman?" Hai Tian checked himself and found that he had already reached the first level of sword power. His face showed no joy, only worry.

According to common sense, only a one-star swordsman could condense a sword spirit. But now, after just cultivating the "Nine Heavens Divine Sword Technique," he had already condensed a sword spirit. He wondered if this was unique to him or if it was the same for everyone.

Shaking his head in frustration, Hai Tian stood up and took off his wet clothes. Wearing wet clothes was not a pleasant feeling.

However, before he could finish dressing, a deep bell sound suddenly rang out: "Dong—Dong—"

"This is the Seven Spirit Dust Bell? Why is it ringing now?" Hai Tian frowned. The Seven Spirit Dust Bell was a treasure of the Hai family, used to gather all Hai family members. Only the highest authority in the Hai family could sound it. Regardless of what they were doing, everyone had to gather quickly.

The highest authority referred to the head of the Hai family, his father Hai Wu Ya, and the three elders.

Hai Tian had almost never met the three elders and knew little about them.

Quickly changing his clothes, Hai Tian walked out of the room, curious about why his father had called everyone. Could something major have happened?

"Hey, Xiao Yu! What's going on? Do you know why Father called us all?" Hai Tian met Xiao Yu, who was rushing over, not far from his room.

"Brother Tian! Why did you change your clothes?" Xiao Yu was surprised to see Hai Tian in different clothes but then shook his head. "I don't know why Uncle called us. I was still copying in the study and haven't finished yet."

"It seems something earth-shattering has happened. Otherwise, Father wouldn't have called us all like this." Hai Tian pondered for a long time but couldn't guess what had happened, so he hurriedly headed to the hall with Xiao Yu.

On the way, they encountered many others like them, and many people who were rarely seen also came out. Hai Tian was not familiar with them and just glanced at them before hurrying on.

Soon, Hai Tian and Xiao Yu arrived at the Hai family hall.

The hall was already filled with people, at least a hundred. It was the first time Hai Tian realized how many people were in the Hai family.

In the center of the hall, Hai Wu Ya sat solemnly at the head of the table, with three elderly men with white hair and beards sitting beside him. Hai Tian understood that they were likely the three elders of the Hai family.

The bell sound continued for a while before stopping, but many Hai family members were still rushing in.

Hai Yun, accompanied by several confidants, hurried over. As a direct descendant of the Hai family, he had his own seat in the hall. However, with so many people, it was not easy to squeeze through.

"Move!" Hai Yun shouted at the people in front of him.

The Hai family member in front of him initially wanted to curse, but upon seeing Hai Yun, he wilted and let him pass. Others also made way for him.

But before he could go far, Hai Yun saw Xiao Yu blocking his path and then noticed Hai Tian beside him. He was annoyed and shouted again, "Get out of the way!"

"What? You're telling me to get out of the way?" Xiao Yu was not one to back down. If Hai Yun had spoken nicely, Xiao Yu might have moved. But with Hai Yun's tone, he would never move!

"Move when I tell you to, no need for so much talk!" Hai Yun glared at Xiao Yu with disdain. Due to Hai Tian's influence, Hai Yun's attitude towards Xiao Yu was also very bad.

If it were someone else, they might have backed down, but Xiao Yu would not. He retorted, "I won't move. Why don't you show me how?"

"You!" Hai Yun was taken aback by Xiao Yu's defiance. His anger flared, and he glared at Xiao Yu, "Kid, are you asking for a beating?"

Seeing that Xiao Yu and Hai Yun were about to clash, Hai Tian silently pulled Xiao Yu back and shook his head, "Xiao Yu, let him pass. Arguing with him will lower your IQ."

Hai Tian did not intend to conflict with Hai Yun, but he would not stand by and let him bully Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu was taken aback but quickly nodded, "Brother Tian, you're right. Arguing with him would make my IQ as low as his."

Their banter made Hai Yun's face turn red with anger.

The surrounding Hai family members wanted to laugh but dared not. They were all struggling to hold back their laughter. They did not have the courage or status to openly oppose Hai Yun.

Feeling the mocking gazes around him, Hai Yun's anger exploded. He jumped up and pointed at Hai Tian, shouting, "What did you say? Who do you think has low IQ?"

"Xiao Yu, did I say he has low IQ?" Hai Tian looked innocent.

Xiao Yu shook his head, "Brother Tian, you never said he has low IQ."

"Then why did he jump up to admit it? Could it be that he really is—mentally challenged!" Hai Tian sighed, "Brother, I'm not saying this to be mean, but you should see a master soon. How can you bear the responsibility of our Hai family with such a low IQ?"

"Ha ha ha..." Hai Tian's performance made everyone burst out laughing, holding their bellies.

Even Hai Yun's followers couldn't help but laugh, which made Hai Yun glare at them, "What are you laughing at? No laughing!"

Due to Hai Yun's strength and status, everyone had to cover their mouths, but their faces were clearly twisted, still laughing secretly.

"You! Hai Tian!" Hai Yun's eyes blazed with anger, "I challenge you to a duel! Right now!"

In the Soul Sword Continent, when one party challenges another to a duel, the other cannot refuse. However, if the challenger is much stronger, the challenged party has the right to refuse.

"Why should I duel you? Are you going to bully me with your sixth-level sword power?" Hai Tian's eyes flashed with disdain. With Hai Yun's temperament, his future achievements would definitely be limited.

In the later stages of cultivation, it's not just about power; it's more about understanding the world and elevating one's realm.

Everyone knew that Hai Yun was a sixth-level sword power expert, while Hai Tian had just started cultivating. They were not comparable.

The surrounding crowd couldn't help but point at Hai Yun. With such a shallow mind, how could he become the heir of the Hai family?

The three elders sitting at the head of the table all showed signs of dissatisfaction.

"Enough!" Hai Wu Ya, who had been silent, suddenly shouted, his face stern.

The noisy hall immediately quieted down. In the Hai family, Hai Wu Ya's word was law. Even Hai Yun had to restrain himself and could only glare at Hai Tian with hatred.