Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"I’m very happy you chose me as your mentor, because next, I’m going to make you feel what a true Flame Purgatory is!"

The students remembered the introduction: Yan Feng, a Fire Attribute Peak Nine-Ring Venerable, and the first Martial Artist in Holy Tomb Mountain to have cultivated her Fire Attribute to the White Flame Realm. Though only a Peak Nine-Ring Venerable, she possessed the strength to contend with a Saint. Choosing her as a mentor was undoubtedly a stroke of luck; they would be able to avoid countless wrong turns in their comprehension and Cultivation of the Fire Attribute.

Only then did everyone recall what Dilaka had said earlier—that a surprise would appear after they made their choice. It turned out the so-called surprise was their mentor appearing directly before them.

"You two, come over here~"

Her voice was lazy, yet carried the irresistible aura of a queen. The corners of Yan Feng’s lips curled up as she looked at Ye Shuangshuang and a disheveled Long Xiaotian.

Ye Shuangshuang walked over calmly. Long Xiaotian, however, having just received his "lesson," didn’t dare to dally. He scurried to Yan Feng’s side, terrified. But his eyes couldn’t help but drift unnaturally toward her chest. The sight left him utterly speechless. As a Prince for more than a decade, he considered himself to have known countless women, yet this was the first time he had ever witnessed such a magnificent spectacle.

"Like what you see?~"

Yan Feng’s lazy, sensual voice suddenly entered his ears. Long Xiaotian, lost in admiration, had no time to think and subconsciously replied, "Ver... very nice..."

"Is that so~? Hmm? Then, as a reward for your compliment, shouldn’t I express my gratitude just a little?"

With a grin, Yan Feng extended a delicate palm and, with a SNAP, snapped her fingers. Space trembled violently as a pillar of White Flame erupted from beneath Long Xiaotian like a fountain. With a BOOM, it blasted him into the sky, where he became a tiny star and vanished from sight.

"Hehe."

"GULP..."

Aside from Mu Chen and his group, who looked unfazed, everyone else was breaking out in a cold sweat. In an instant, those who had been hoping for a beautiful mentor began scanning the names of the female mentors on the Scroll. What for? To rule them out, of course! Who knew if the next female mentor would be a gorgeous terror like Yan Feng?

"Ahem, to avoid wasting any more time, next is Liu Feiyuan," Dilaka said, clearing his throat.

Liu Feiyuan nodded. "I choose Ao Han."

"SHING!"

A soft sword’s hum suddenly sounded from before the Scroll, followed by an immense golden radiance that tore through the sky. With a RUMBLE, it shattered the space, and countless spatial fragments drifted down like pieces of a mirror. Amidst these falling shards, a handsome man in a Golden Robe strode out of the void. His eyes were tightly shut, and the solid mark of a Golden Sword was etched firmly between his brows, exuding a sharp, arrogant air!

"So you’re the student I’m responsible for? Hmph. Utterly useless!"

"What did you say?!" Liu Feiyuan’s gaze turned icy. Seven blue Martial Rings flared to life around him as the phantoms of three golden giant swords descended. A faint golden light even coated his eyes, and his fighting spirit surged!

"Oh?! To have cultivated Sword Intent of this caliber at such a young age... it seems I underestimated you. Hmph. And what’s with this fighting spirit? Are you trying to challenge me? Do you think you’re qualified?! Shatter!!"

With a low shout, Ao Han’s tightly shut eyes snapped open. Two beams of seemingly tangible golden light shot out from his pupils, instantly blasting Liu Feiyuan’s Sword Intent to pieces. The gap in their strength was simply too great!

Gritting his teeth, Liu Feiyuan glared defiantly at Ao Han. He was a student admitted through Special Recruitment, a fact that was already a huge blow to his pride. But he had endured it for the sake of improving his strength, for the chance to fight that imposing figure one more time! The one thing he could not tolerate, however, was being called a waste! He would never admit he was one!

"Oh? Heh heh... Not bad, kid. I like that look in your eyes. Reminds me of myself when I was young! I take back what I said earlier. You are qualified to be my student!"

"No! I refuse!"

Liu Feiyuan’s refusal, made without a moment’s hesitation, shocked everyone.

"Oh? Interesting. Very interesting. Let me ask you this: countless students beg to study under me every year, and I never give them the time of day. I am only here now because of the Dean’s orders. And yet, I’m being rejected by a little punk like you. What’s your reason? Surely it’s not just because I called you a waste?" Ao Han asked, his expression a mixture of interest and amusement.

Liu Feiyuan shook his head. "My strength may be low, but I have my dignity and pride. Even if you are a high and mighty Venerable, I will not allow you to insult my years of diligent Cultivation. You suggested that I am not qualified to be your student. In that case, can you prove that you are qualified to be my teacher?!"

At his words, everyone present gasped. The newcomers might not have known who the man in the Golden Robe was, but the existing members of Holy Tomb Mountain certainly did. Not a single junior, even in the Inner Mountain, would dare to speak to him that way!

Even Mu Chen couldn’t help but give Liu Feiyuan a second glance. ’This guy is a bit like me,’ he thought. He knew, especially after their battle during the Empire tournament, that Liu Feiyuan’s pride and refusal to accept defeat were incredibly strong.

"Qualifications? Heh. You’re certainly one of a kind. Since you want to see my qualifications, then I’ll show you what *true* Sword Intent looks like! Hah!!"

Suddenly, a deep shout escaped Ao Han’s lips. The small golden sword on his forehead erupted in a dazzling radiance. For a moment, it was as if ten thousand swords were singing in unison. Nine shimmering ripples in space appeared above Ao Han’s head, and from them, an overwhelming, sharp aura spewed forth. As everyone focused their eyes, they saw what emerged: nine dazzlingly brilliant golden giant swords!!

Though these giant swords were less than a thousandth of the size of the one Dilaka had displayed during the Empire tournament, the Supreme Sword Intent they contained was incredibly dense. The ripples spread, and the Nine Swords emerged completely, circling Ao Han at different heights and making his golden robes shine even more brilliantly!

The nine silver-white Martial Rings at his feet seemed dim by comparison, but they also revealed his Martial Artist Realm! A Nine-Ring Martial Venerable!!

At this moment, he was like a Sword Monarch, looking down on Mu Chen and the others, his eyes filled with a wild, untamable arrogance!!

"The path of the Sword Dao is one of solitude, wildness, and arrogance! I do not see solitude in you, but your wildness and arrogance are in no way inferior to my own when I was young! So, kid, am I qualified to be your mentor now?!"

Liu Feiyuan’s eyes flashed. The Sword Dao he cultivated was precisely the path of wildness and arrogance, and Ao Han was a master of it. Moreover, Ao Han’s comprehension of Sword Intent cultivation was leagues beyond his own! This was a fated opportunity! An absolute, fated opportunity!

"Mentor Ao Han!"

"Hmph. Then are you going to apologize for what you said earlier?" Ao Han asked, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

"No. I will not apologize for what I said," Liu Feiyuan stated, his voice firm as iron.

"Hahaha! Just like me, just like me! Come, stand by my side."

With a wave of his hand, Ao Han dismissed the nine Giant Golden Swords. His star-like eyes shone with delight, and his gaze toward Liu Feiyuan softened considerably.

"Tch, always so full of himself~"

Yan Feng rolled her eyes. She’d never had a good opinion of Ao Han... The man was just too aloof and proud...

"Since all the mentors are calling their students over, Ta Shan, Little Tiger, you two come on over to me," Zhu Jiuqian said. Seeing that both Yan Feng and Ao Han had gathered their students, he waved and called out to them.

When Ao Han and Yan Feng saw that Zhu Jiuqian had recruited two new students with even lower cultivation realms than their own, they were more puzzled than surprised.

Little Tiger and Ta Shan exchanged a glance, then Little Tiger turned to Mu Chen. "Brother Mu Chen, that uncle is calling us over."

Mu Chen smiled. "From now on, you shouldn’t call him ’uncle.’ You have to call him Teacher. Go ahead."

Little Tiger gave an honest nod and quickly darted over to Zhu Jiuqian. At the same time, it was Xuan Moqing’s turn to choose a mentor.

Mu Chen glanced at the mentors on the Scroll and noticed there weren’t many with the Water Attribute—only two. One, named Cui Xuan, was ranked in the top ten. The other, Murong Yan, was listed at the very end. Judging by their names, both were undoubtedly women. However, looking back at Long Xiaotian and Liu Feiyuan’s choices, both had picked names near the top of the list, and their resulting mentors were incredibly formidable.

’Does this mean the mentors listed lower are slightly weaker than those at the top?’ Mu Chen mused for a moment, but ultimately decided not to advise Xuan Moqing. He let her choose for herself. All choices in life came down to a single word: fate!

"It would probably be better to choose Cui Xuan."

Having just returned, Long Xiaotian muttered this to himself while staring at the Scroll, earning a knock on the head from Yan Feng for his trouble. Most people, however, agreed with him. They had all noticed the same pattern Mu Chen had: the mentors listed higher up were probably stronger.

"I choose... Murong Yan."

But Xuan Moqing’s choice surprised everyone. Even more astonishing was her lack of hesitation. Her eyes, as gentle as still water, were fixed on the last name on the Scroll, and a faint smile touched her lips.

Her gentle and serene demeanor caused all who looked at her to stare in a daze. Her soft beauty aside, her eyes alone—so pure, as if unstained by a single speck of dust—inspired a powerful urge to protect her.

But now, a question was in everyone’s heart. The one who voiced this question, however, was the only female Elder standing next to Shan Qiuhen: Murong Yan.

"Can you tell me why you chose her?"