Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

That person has not appeared for a century.

“It’s just taking what we need.”

Lin Chen looked at Yan Feng, his words reminding the other party that his actions were not for helping the Royal Family, but because of the previous promise.

“Brother Lin, rest assured. Once I leave, I will report to the Elder, and the Eight Desolates Sect’s request to issue a Sect Battle Order will be rejected.”

Yan Feng nodded his head; this matter isn’t significant for the Royal Family. He also put away the Jade Pendant but headed towards the Black Gate.

“What might you be doing?”

Seeing Yan Feng heading towards the Black Gate, Lin Chen furrowed his brows and asked.

“That person just said that the appearance of the Holy Fire Hall was orchestrated by Young Master Dongfang. I’m a bit uneasy, so I plan to enter the Black Gate to check the situation, which will also help me report back to the Elder.”

Yan Feng did not turn around; after giving Lin Chen an explanation, he stepped into the Black Gate.

Watching Yan Feng’s figure disappear into the Black Gate, Lin Chen’s eyes showed a thoughtful expression, at this moment, he was the only one left in the grand hall.

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A two-hour period later, Lin Chen, who stood with closed eyes at the center of the grand hall, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze directed at the Green Gate.

The flames of the Green Gate flickered, and after a breath, two figures emerged from within; they were none other than Zhuang Qiang and Zhuang Wei, the two sisters.

“It seems we have kept the Prince Consort waiting for too long.”

Zhuang Qiang wore a smile on her face; seeing the expressions of the two sisters, Lin Chen knew their harvest from the Green Gate was quite abundant.

“Just as I anticipated, many spirit medicines inside the Green Gate have already withered away. Luckily, although the spirit medicines I needed have withered, the seeds still exist.”

Zhuang Qiang briefly explained the situation inside the Green Gate to Lin Chen.

Within the Green Gate, most of the spirit medicines had withered, with only a few of them regrowing from seeds once withered, though their growth duration wasn’t particularly long.

Spirit medicines need to be tended.

A few can grow on their own, absorbing various Heaven and Earth Energy, yet inside the Green Gate, relying solely on the life force provided by Innate Fire is far from being able to sustain for tens of thousands of years.

“The founder of the Ten Thousand Flames Sect could never have imagined that his Holy Fire Hall would not appear for tens of thousands of years.”

Zhuang Qiang expressed with a sigh, and a red herb suddenly appeared in her hand.

“Prince Consort, this is the Fire-Stealing Grass. After consuming it, the compatibility with Innate Fire will reach its peak, granting remarkable effects whether refining or absorbing Innate Fire. I’m afraid the Flame Dynasty has only one such herb left now, and it’s extremely precious. There’s no need for you to consume it immediately; you can decide whether to use it once inside.”

“Okay.”

Lin Chen nodded and accepted the Fire-Stealing Grass, just touching it with his fingertips, he felt the Innate Fire within him leap with joy.

“Then I wish the Prince Consort success in obtaining the legacy of the Ten Thousand Flames Sect’s founder, so we can relay the good news to the Princess.”

Zhuang Qiang chuckled softly; Lin Chen smiled: “By the way, are you the only ones who came out from the Green Gate? What about the others?”

“There are two ways to exit through each door. Inside the door, there is a Teleportation Array for leaving. Of course, one can also return the same way, but those who entered the Green Gate have gained something to some extent, and returning the same way could easily lead to encountering others.”

Zhuang Qiang’s words carried deeper meaning, and Lin Chen understood. The spirit medicine Zhuang Qiang referred to may seem negligible, but in the eyes of others, it might be a significant harvest.

Possessing treasures naturally means leaving swiftly; going back the same way holds little value.

Understanding this, Lin Chen decided not to waste any more time and headed towards the Golden Gate, stepping into it and vanishing.

“Sister, do you think the Prince Consort will be able to obtain the founder’s legacy from the Ten Thousand Flames Sect?”

“I don’t know.”

Zhuang Qiang shook her head: “I only know if the Prince Consort manages to obtain the legacy of the Ten Thousand Flames Sect’s founder, no one in the clan will have any objection to the Prince Consort and the Princess’s marriage agreement.”

The promises between the Eldest Princess and the Elders are one thing, but Lin Chen currently cannot gain the complete confidence of everyone in the clan. However, if he becomes the inheritor of the Ten Thousand Flames Sect’s founder’s legacy, that potential should be sufficient.

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At the moment of entering the Golden Gate, Lin Chen was struck by the scene before him.

In front was an endless plaza, where thousands of fire pillars stood, each one exuding terrifying power.

On this plaza, Lin Chen also saw the figures of Meng Bing and others; these few were not far ahead, each standing on an altar, and the entire altar was enveloped in a halo.

Around the altar where Meng Bing stood, there were twelve floating flames, whereas the others around had ten flames.

“Seems like Meng Bing is leading.”

Lin Chen made the judgment, even though he was unaware of what the trial entailed, he could tell Meng Bing was leading based on the number of floating flames.

“Enter the altar trial; those who pass will gain the inheritance!”

An icy voice echoed, and under Lin Chen’s feet, an altar appeared as well. Without hesitation, Lin Chen stepped into the altar.

As he stepped on the altar, all the fire pillars suddenly became agitated. Simultaneously, the icy voice came again, “Demon… Suppress… Suppress!”

“What demon?”

Wasn’t the demon in the Black Gate?

Before Lin Chen could react, the thousand fire pillars fiercely converged on the altar, a terrifying sea of flame and thunder instantly engulfing the entire altar.

Also engulfed was Lin Chen’s consciousness.

With Lin Chen’s consciousness fading, the altar started glowing, and his figure vanished from the altar.

Upon reappearing, he found himself in a dark space.

Floating in the darkness, from deep within Lin Chen’s Dantian, a whiff of black smoke slowly emerged, enveloping his entire body, swiftly traversing through the darkness.