Martial Master

When Qin Chen walked out of the Ancient Saint Tower and saw the countless fiery and frenzied gazes of the martial artists, he couldn’t help but think in his heart that it seemed the spirit of the weapon had a point. Just entering the Nine Towers had caused such madness; if news of passing through the Nine Towers spreads, countless strong individuals from the Guanghan Mansion would probably rush over as well.

At this moment, above the sky, numerous Saint-level auras pressed down, crazily peering at him. The terrifying auras, if not for being under the watchful eyes of the crowd, would have almost swallowed him whole.

“Young man, are you Qin Chen?”

Boom! A terrifying Saint-level aura descended. It was Elder Zhu Ye, the chief examiner of the martial artist assessment. He looked at Qin Chen with fiery eyes, as if Qin Chen were not a big man, but a breathtaking beauty.

Qin Chen suppressed the impulse to strike out, as Elder Zhu Ye's face was almost pressed against him.

But there was no helping it; the old man, out of excitement, did not hide his own cultivation level. Streams of Saint-level rules surrounded him like the sun and moon, emitting a suffocating aura.

Fortunately, Elder Zhu Ye finally managed to control his excitement and trembled as he asked, “Did you enter the ninth level of the Ancient Saint Tower?”

“Exactly.”

Qin Chen nodded.

Boom! Although everyone saw it, Qin Chen’s confirmation still caused an uproar.

“Very well, then why did you stay so long at the ninth level but failed to light it up?”

Elder Zhu Ye asked, puzzled.

“I didn’t stay long at the ninth level; it was after passing the eighth level that I had some insights and stayed for a while before entering the assessment at the ninth level.”

This was the explanation Qin Chen had discussed with the spirit of the weapon.

What? It could be like this?

The Ancient Saint Tower assessment, once completed, required entering the next level—could one stay at the previous level?

Are you kidding me?

Everyone was speechless, but considering that Qin Chen had indeed entered the ninth level, perhaps it was truly possible. It was just that the previous contestants had too poor of talents to activate this privilege.

Elder Zhu Ye nodded; he believed this. The Ancient Saint Tower was the treasure of their Tian Gong, with a conscious spirit of the weapon. As long as it gained the spirit’s approval, it was no problem to stay for a few hours, or even practice for hundreds of years.

“Good.”

Elder Zhu Ye suppressed his excitement, stared at Qin Chen, and said solemnly, “Previously, you did not register to participate in the Tian Gong martial artist assessment. Therefore, to allow you to enter the Ancient Saint Tower, I have given you a choice: you must pass the Refiner assessment, or I will kill you on the spot.”

“However, considering your extraordinary performance in the Ancient Saint Tower, I can give you a third choice: to directly join my Tian Gong martial artist department, and the previous bet can be nullified.

Will you accept?”

Elder Zhu Ye looked at Qin Chen with expectation.

This can work?

Everyone was dumbfounded; the strong of Tian Gong were known for their unbreakable promises. Now, to give Qin Chen a third choice, and to let him directly join the martial artist department, this was no choice at all—this was simply a pie falling from the sky.

Indeed, those with talent can truly do as they please! Yun Mengze clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, his eyes cold. This was originally his glory, and now it had been taken away by Qin Chen.

Qin Chen shook his head, “My goal is the Refiner department; I will not join the martial artist department.”

Damn! Everyone was going crazy.

Qin Chen actually refused.

“Are you sure?”

Elder Zhu Ye’s expression turned ugly, “You may not know, but as the chief examiner of the Tian Gong martial artist assessment, I cannot go back on my word. If you refuse to join the martial artist department, then I must fulfill my previous promise. Once you fail the Refiner assessment, I will have to publicly execute you. You are a genius, one in ten thousand; I do not wish to do this, which is why I gave you a new choice. You must consider this carefully.”