Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1192: Chapter 1191: Spirit Mountain

The news of the Nine Streams Conference spread across the entire Nine Provinces Land within a few days.

Countless warriors felt their hearts boiling, especially the younger generation, who were all thrilled, even if they weren’t qualified to participate in the conference, it didn’t affect the event’s rapid rise as a daily topic among youths.

Even ordinary people fantasized about someday standing atop Spirit Mountain to discuss and compete with the talents from across Nine Provinces.

Ling Chen and the others from Witch Gate had already arrived at the base of Spirit Mountain aboard a sky ferry.

From afar, Spirit Mountain appeared like a mirage, covered in a mysterious veil.

The mountain body stands at over three thousand meters high. At mid-mountain, wispy white cloud bridges float in the air, making Spirit Mountain appear like a fairyland, looming and ethereal.

Seeing such a spectacle, anyone would be shocked, feeling a sense of reverence born within their hearts.

From a distance, numerous warriors could faintly be seen climbing Spirit Mountain, quickly heading toward the summit.

The foot of Spirit Mountain was crowded with people; the sea was vast and filled with warriors of various attire from different Saint Families and young talents from the Nine Province Sect Realm.

There were even some barbarians from the borderlands of the Imperial Court, each muscular, tall, and strong, and some half-humans with exotic beast heads, such as werewolves with fiercely ruthless appearances, and certain fox-like half-humans dressed provocatively, with mesmerizing charms that could make a man’s bones tingle with just a slight bat of their eyelashes.

Ling Chen and his group stood on the outskirts, unable to get close to Spirit Mountain, moving forward slowly step by step.

”That kid came too?”

Not far away, Ling Qianji and others from the Ling Family were present, and he glanced at Ling Chen with a scornful expression.

”That kid is probably here to be humiliated, I’m looking forward to seeing the scene where Peerless Sword crushes him.” Ling Han Ye sneered beside him.

”Peerless Sword is the pride of Sword Casting Villa, this kid is a stray dog, how could he possibly be a match for Peerless Sword,” Ling Qianji said with a sinister grin.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Ling Qianji and his group’s derogatory remarks about Ling Chen, Ling Xue coldly spoke, ”I heard that Ling Chen also joined Lingyue Island recently and is doing well there.”

”Hmph, doing well? Where did you hear that?”

Ling Han Ye snorted yin-yang sneeringly, ”This kind of traitor is a rat everyone wants to beat wherever he goes; even if he joined Lingyue Island, he’s just a low-level disciple there. How could he possibly compare with Ling Qianji’s clan brother, a core disciple of Sword Casting Villa? Not to mention being compared with Peerless Sword.”

Upon hearing these words, Ling Xue didn’t continue defending Ling Chen, as his status was sensitive, and it was hard for her to say anything positive.

”Look over there, the Lingyue Island disciples have arrived.”

Suddenly, an exclamation came from afar.

Ling Qianji and others looked in the direction of the voice and saw a group of young disciples in uniform white attire walking toward them, each full of spirit and bearing, worthy of being core disciples from the eight great super sects.

”The Lingyue Island disciples have appeared, yet Ling Chen is with the Witch Gate people; isn’t his status within Lingyue Island clear enough?”

Ling Han Ye sneered mockingly.

His meaning was, if Ling Chen was really doing well in Lingyue Island, he should be with its people instead of mingling among the Witch Gate’s youth disciples.

These words made Ling Qianji’s face turn somewhat unsightly, as if mocking his poor standing within Sword Casting Villa.

However, considering that Ling Han Ye’s words were unintentional, Ling Qianji didn’t say much, as Ling Chen had just joined Lingyue Island, while he had been an established disciple at Sword Casting Villa for five years; how could they be compared?

In such super sects, there’s never a shortage of geniuses, and rookie disciples need at least three years to gain some fame.

However, at this moment, a core disciple from Lingyue Island spotted Ling Chen and immediately shouted, ”Look quickly, that’s Senior Brother Ling Chen! Ling Chen has arrived!”

Instantly, countless Lingyue Island disciples turned their eyes toward Ling Chen, many showing excitement as if meeting their idol.

Currently, Ling Chen’s name has undoubtedly become a hot topic within Lingyue Island.

Having killed Yuwen Lin and greatly defeating Marquis Guiming, even if Lingyue Island tried to suppress the spread of the news, the core disciples still learned about it.

Nowadays, Ling Chen has become the second figure among the youth of Lingyue Island, second only to the famed Free and Unrestrained Marquis.

Thus, when Ling Chen appeared, numerous Lingyue Island disciples eagerly approached him, looking at him with respect.

”How is this possible?”

Seeing this scene, Ling Qianji and Ling Han Ye stood petrified, their faces ghostly as they stared at Ling Chen.

Seeing this, Ling Chen didn’t appear rejected or abandoned; instead, those Lingyue Island core disciples approached him like their elder brother, nodding and bending with looks of admiration—what’s happening?

”I already said, Ling Chen is doing well in Lingyue Island.”

Ling Xue shook her head and continued, ”I heard that Ling Chen seemed to have joined Elder Shen Bingxin of Lingyue Island and became her direct disciple. This Elder Shen Bingxin possesses terrifying Five-fold Saint Realm cultivation, and under her, only two disciples exist: Ling Chen and the renowned Free and Unrestrained Marquis.”

”What? That kid got such dumb luck?!”

Ling Qianji’s expression suddenly darkened, jealousy raging in his eyes. In Sword Casting Villa, he apprenticed under a Saint Realm Third Layer Elder, far inferior to a Nine Province Sect Realm figure like Shen Bingxin, and though his master was also a core elder, he rarely had the chance to see him, much less become a direct disciple.

Even more annoying, Ling Chen’s senior direct brother turns out to be the leader of Lingyue Island’s youth—it’s no wonder those Lingyue Island core disciples treat Ling Chen like their leader, all because of this relationship.

”Honor gained by riding coattails will never last. Let’s go!”

After staring at Ling Chen for a full five minutes, Ling Qianji loosened his clenched fists, then waved to his family before heading into Spirit Mountain.

”Is it really riding coattails?”

Ling Xue shook her head and sighed lightly. Knowing Ling Chen, he surely wasn’t one who depended on others for fame. Could it be that in just under half a year, Ling Chen had already established such high prestige among Lingyue Island’s disciples?

But how could that be possible?