Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

“Lin Chen, Elder Zhuang from Ten Thousand Flames Sect has sent you a message.”

Elder Zhuang Lie?

Lin Chen’s mind conjured the image of the lovable elder who favored him and wanted to entice him to Ten Thousand Flames Sect.

Initially, Elder Zhuang wanted Lin Chen to head to Ten Thousand Flames Sect after two years. As per the Sect Leader’s words, it was because the Holy Fire Realm would open in two years, and Elder Zhuang was aiming to secure Lin Chen a spot to enter the Holy Fire Realm.

But now more than three years had passed, surely the opportunity must have been missed.

“Sect Leader, what message did Elder Zhuang send?”

“He asks you to arrive at Ten Thousand Flames Sect within a month. No specific matter was mentioned, but I infer it should be related to the Holy Fire Secret Realm.”

“Hasn’t the Holy Fire Secret Realm already opened? Didn’t I miss the timing?”

Ji Cangtian shook his head, “By right, you should have missed it, but since this Elder Zhuang calls for you, there must be a reason. You should make the trip.”

“Okay.”

Lin Chen nodded. Elder Zhuang asking him to visit Ten Thousand Flames Sect definitely wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“Then I shall depart today.”

“Go. Be careful on your journey.”

Ji Cangtian didn’t give further instructions, as with Lin Chen’s current strength, he should have no trouble ensuring his own safety.

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“Miss, what do we do now?”

Qianye City.

The entire city was in chaos as countless people rushed madly to the city gates, eager to leave at once.

Just half a two-hour ago, a Martial Artist received the news that warriors from the Eight Desolate Domain had appeared outside the city.

Once the Martial Artist relayed this news, Qianye City instantly fell into chaos.

Qianye City was not part of the battlefield. Despite conflicts between Eight Desolate Domain and Canglan Domain warriors, to the Martial Artists of Qianye City, these matters seemed far away.

Many young Martial Artists even volunteered to head to the battlefield for breakthroughs, whereas Innate Realm martial artists had long been recruited by the Canglan Sect.

The strongest in the entire Qianye City were only First-Grade Martial Artists.

Warriors from Eight Desolate Domain appearing here meant there would surely be Innate Martial Artists; the city’s martial artists simply couldn’t hold them off.

Should the city fall, the fate of its martial artists would be most miserable.

At the war’s onset, cities that fell saw Eight Desolate Domain martial artists merely plundering martial resources, along with the Treasure Vaults and pill shops of various Martial Arts Clans. But as the war escalated to this extent, when a city fell, Eight Desolate Domain warriors not only plundered resources but even executed city-wide massacres.

“We intentionally bypassed the battlefield, yet still encountered it.”

Murong Yan, wearing a mask, expressed her helplessness. She had finally found a reason to escape the Yan Family, planning to head to Canglan Domain, when a war broke between Eight Desolate Domain and Canglan Domain.

Avoiding the battlefield, she and Aunt Qin spent two years traversing four domains and finally entered Canglan Domain, thinking they were months away from reaching Canglan City. Unluckily, that was when Eight Desolate Domain warriors attacked Qianye City.

“Let’s leave the city first.”

“Yes.”

Murong Yan and Su Qin headed toward the city gate, but just as they were still some distance away, the city gates suddenly closed.

“Eight Desolate Domain warriors launched a surprise attack; this news I have already transmitted to the Upper Sect. For now, all of us must defend the city and wait for Upper Sect powerhouses to arrive. All Upper-Grade Martial Artists within the city must stay and defend the city. Anyone attempting to force their way out will be killed!”

Above the city gate, an elder and a young figure appeared. It was the elder who spoke, none other than the new City Lord of Qianye City.

Upon hearing that departure was forbidden, there was an uproar among the crowd. The next moment, a figure soared into the sky towards one side of the city wall.

However, as the person reached the wall, a flash of light streaked by, leaving them decapitated, their body crashing heavily to the ground.

The one who struck was the youth beside the elder.

“All it takes is half a two-hour. Reinforcements will arrive. But if anyone dares attempt to flee again, this shall be their fate.”

Gu Kong stood holding a long sword. He was an Inner Sect disciple of the Canglan Sect, dispatched by the sect to guard Qianye City.

“Miss, what should we do?”

Su Qin glanced at the youth on the city head and softly asked. If Eight Desolate Domain indeed had Innate Powerhouses, survival would be grim.

When it comes to ambushes, one side had premeditated plans against none. The odds for the latter are extremely slim.

“Aunt Qin, what are you hinting at?”

Murong Yan lowered her eyes, discerning the implication in Su Qin’s words.

“I mean, Miss could reveal your connection to Young Master Lin; as the youth is a disciple of the Canglan Sect, he might allow you to leave.”

In Su Qin’s view, as long as Miss expressed her association with Young Master Lin, the youth wouldn’t impede her and might even find means to escort her away. Whether he’d believe depends, but once Miss removed her veil, he should be convinced.

Furthermore, such matters can’t be fabricated. The youth could arrange an escort to Canglan Sect, where Lin Chen’s identity would become evident.

Murong Yan shook her head, “Inappropriate.”

“Miss, there’s no need to court danger. We’ve traveled thousands of miles over two years for the sole intent of meeting Young Master Lin.”

“If it is merely half a two-hour, it’s not entirely impossible to stall.”

After speaking, Murong Yan proceeded toward the city gate.

“May I ask, in half a two-hour, will reinforcements truly arrive?”

On the city head, Gu Kong looked at the masked woman below, frowning slightly as her veil was mysteriously able to obstruct sight.

“Half a two-hour later, my senior brother will be here. I swear by my role as a disciple of Canglan Sect.”

Gu Kong raised his voice. His words weren’t just addressing the woman below but also for all martial artists present.