Chaotic Sword God

Jian Chen left the Soaring Clouds Peak. Using his Radiant Saint Force, he steadily flew towards the depths of the Radiant Saint Hall.

The territory of the Radiant Saint Hall was extremely vast. Whether it was from the east to the west or the south to the north, there were a million kilometres. There were thousands of mountains within this tremendous region, with ninety-nine of them as main peaks.

Jian Chen directly made his way towards one of the ninety-nine peaks, the Guardian Peak.

Very soon, Jian Chen left the boundary of the Sky Gazing Peak. He stood with his hands behind his back as he moved through the mountains while surrounded by milky-white Radiant Saint Force. He would be obscured by the clouds from time to time.

Along the way, he encountered many Radiant Saint Masters, and a few of them recognised Jian Chen.

“Hmm? This person seems to be Chang Yang from around the Sky Gazing Peak. Why has he come here?”

“Chang Yang? That one star genius with a one-colored soulcore who defeated a Radiant Saint Master with a three-colored soulcore?”

“Yeah. He really does look like Chang Yang. However, Chang Yang is just a one star genius. I think there’s probably another side to the story for a Radiant Saint Master with a one-colored soulcore to defeat a Radiant Saint Master with a three-colored soulcore…”

“You’re right. The rumour is not trustworthy. If Chang Yang was a nine star genius, it would make more sense. After all, nine star geniuses have the ability to challenge those at higher cultivation levels. However, Chang Yang is just a one star genius. In terms of talent, he is even worse than me…”

“Is it junior Chang Yang of the Sky Gazing Peak up ahead? I am Qi Zheng of the Battle Peak. I wish to spar with junior Chang Yang…”

…

Similar voices rang out constantly. There were many people who publicly stated their identities and wanted to spar with Jian Chen.

After all, Jian Chen had perpetuated his fame by defeating Wen Cheng on the Sky Gazing Peak. Even though his name had not reached the sacred hall and garnered the attention of the elders yet, he was basically someone that everyone outside the sacred hall knew about.

Jian Chen ignored the suspicions and challenges from the surroundings. He focused on hurrying along, and he moved faster and faster. Especially when he discovered that a few Radiant Saint Masters were pursuing him, he charged into the clouds and used the Radiant Wings, shaking them off with even greater speed.

He had no time to waste on these people right now.

“Chang Yang is actually cowering in fear. He dares not say anything at all. What does that mean? It means he has a guilty conscience…”

“You can tell from this that Chang Yang’s battle on the Sky Gazing Peak was probably fake…”

Jian Chen’s constant avoidance instead provided greater evidence for the suspicions of the Radiant Saint Masters.

Several hours later, Jian Chen finally arrived at this destination, the Myriad Flowers Peak.

The Myriad Flowers Peak also happened to be one of the ninety-nine main peaks. Due to being covered in thousands of orchids, a heavy fragrance always lingered on the Myriad Flowers Peak.

Jian Chen began to conceal his presence after arriving here. Immediately, he vanished from everyone’s view, avoiding the layers of formations on the mountain as he carefully infiltrated his way towards the top.

At this moment, two white-robed women strolled down on a small path that winded through the mountains. They conversed as they walked.

Among the two, one of them seemed to be middle-aged. She was elegant and graceful and had quite the bearing. She possessed the presence of someone important.

She was the lord of the Myriad Flowers Peak, Donglin Qiushui.

The other woman only seemed to be in her twenties. She was like a goddess, with a fair complexion and dark pupils. She gave off a holy presence as if she was inviolable.

She was Donglin Yanxue. She was a great beauty as well as one of the five candidates for the next Chosen Saint.

“Yanxue, the competition for Chosen Saint is about to begin. Who knows how great of an influence it is to your future, so you have to cultivate seriously in the sacred hall at a crucial time like this. You can’t come here often,” the lord of the Myriad Flowers Peak, Donglin Qiushui, said sincerely.

Donglin Yanxue sighed gently. She said, “Aunty, your hopes on me are too great. Out of the five candidates, Gongzheng Xin and Xin Bin getting close to late four-colored soulcores. By the time the day of the selection comes, it’s extremely likely for the two of them to have reached it. Da An and Shi De also have mid four-colored soulcores, while my cultivation is the weakest out of the five of us. Even the elders who guided me in the sacred hall do not think I can win against them and become the current Chosen Saint.”

“As I result, I have no expectations of becoming the Chosen Saint at all,” Donglin Yanxue’s voice was filled with helplessness.

“Don’t become down-hearted. Isn’t there still another two years? With your talent, it’s not impossible for you to break through once again if you put in the effort. Once you have a mid four-colored soulcore, you’ll be standing at the same level as the four of them. Only a tiny difference will remain,” Donglin Yanxue cheered her on.

“I can only do my best in these two years,” Donglin Yanxue said softly. She frowned slightly, clearly feeling pressured, “Aunty, I’m rather tired. I’ll go back to rest first.”

“Alright.”

Donglin Yanxue returned to the mountain top. She sat on a dark rock within the quiet courtyard her aunty had bestowed upon her as she sank into her thoughts.

“Everyone wants to become the Chosen Saint, but it’s almost impossible for me to defeat the four other nine star geniuses,” Donglin Yanxue was bitter. At the same time, she was unwilling to just give in.

Out of the five candidates, she was the youngest and also the one who had cultivated for the shortest amount of time, so this competition was very unfair towards her.

If she had enough time, she was confident that she could catch up to the four others. However, the time she had was just too limited.

At this moment, a leaf drifted over the walls of the courtyard. Under the gentle breeze, it landed in Donglin Yanxue’s hand in the end, perhaps out of coincidence.

The leaf was extremely simple. There were plenty of leaves that had fallen off trees, so Donglin Yanxue did not think too much about it. She wanted to toss it away.

But in the next moment, her eyes suddenly narrowed. She stared at the leaf with brimming interest. The veins on the verdant leaf interwove in an unnatural fashion, forming a small line of words.

“When the moon is full, meet me at Moon’s Reflection Lake. I will assist you in becoming the Chosen Saint!”