3 Chapter 3: Rejecting Sword Douluo

Taking advantage of his childlike appearance, Ye Chen hitchhiked on a ride that wasn't quite convenient and finally arrived at the Seven Treasures Glass Sect.

As the number one auxiliary sect in the world, the Seven Treasures Glass Sect often recruits outer disciples to compensate for its lack of inherent combat power.

A new round of selection trials began on the third day after Ye Chen's arrival at the Seven Treasures Glass Sect.

On the giant square outside the Seven Treasures Glass Sect, a large number of people from all over the world were divided into two columns according to their ages.

Children under the age of 6 who have not awakened their martial souls formed one column, and those aged 6-18 formed another column.

Ye Chen felt that this kind of arrangement was just a way to find good seedlings in the crowd and cultivate them from a young age.

"Xiao Er, Martial Soul: Iron Chopsticks, Soul Power Level 0, eliminated!"

"Li Shang, Martial Soul: Kitchen Knife, Soul Power Level 1, eliminated!"

"Lin Yirou, Martial Soul: Three-clawed Cat, Soul Power Level 3, eliminated!"

The crowd surged in the square, and most of the people were eliminated. As they watched the diminishing number of people in front of them, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel worried. His martial soul was indeed too special. Would the Seven Treasures Glass Sect accept him?

But considering that during the few months he had been at the Seven Treasures Glass Sect, Ye Chen had already raised his soul power to level 10, he couldn't help but feel a little confident.

Although the early stage of soul power cultivation was simple, the automatic cultivation speed of the system was not much inferior to that of true geniuses. If he could sign a few more goddesses to speed up his cultivation, Ye Chen couldn't help but imagine how his soul power would skyrocket at a geometric rate.

The selection process of the Seven Treasures Glass Sect was not as easy as imagined. After so long, Ye Chen's column had only advanced two or three people. This was too small a chance for a queue of thousands of people.

In front of the main gate, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Glass Sect, Ning Fengzhi, looked at the figures leaving one by one and couldn't help but sigh: "When will the sect produce a genius with a strong attack-type martial soul? Only then can the future of the sect be guaranteed."

Although the Seven Treasures Glass Sect was one of the top three sects, auxiliary-type martial souls were ultimately auxiliary. A sect without offensive capabilities always lacked foundation.

"Number 101, Ye Chen, Full Innate Soul Power!"

A loud voice came from the crowd. Ning Fengzhi's eyes suddenly burst with astonishing light.

At the same time, in the vast square, the eyes of thousands of people gathered towards Ye Chen, most of them filled with envy and jealousy.

A short-haired boy lowered his head and pounded his chest, saying bitterly, "That kid is so lucky, he actually has full innate soul power! Why do I only have level 5 soul power?"

Standing beside him, a delicate girl giggled, "Come on, level 5 soul power is not bad, but of course, it can't compare to full innate soul power."

"What do you mean? Are you mocking me? Then how much soul power have you awakened? Do you have the qualifications to talk to me?"

"Sigh, I only have level 7 soul power, indeed, I don't have the qualifications."

The little girl grinned, her originally bright smile falling into the eyes of the short-haired boy, making him feel embarrassed and wanting to bury his head in his pants.

"Hmm? That kid seems a bit special?"

In front of the main gate, Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes and walked towards the queue of 6-18 year olds.

Sensing the presence of the Sect Master, the bearded examiner immediately perked up and said with a smile, "Little Ye Chen, what is your martial soul after all? Quickly feel its presence and let it manifest in your palm."

"Well, I'll make it come out."

Ye Chen looked embarrassed. For some reason, after the examiner guided soul power into his body, the Fallen Angel martial soul unexpectedly fell silent. No matter how he operated his soul power, he couldn't summon it.

The atmosphere in the square gradually became awkward. Many people looked at Ye Chen with suspicion. They were all puzzled. Wasn't awakening a martial soul very simple? After all, it was a martial soul that everyone possessed.

"Ye Chen, your martial soul is quite special. Let me help you awaken it."

Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, asking the bearded examiner to step aside, and then reached out towards Ye Chen's forehead.

Suddenly, a large amount of gentle soul power rushed into Ye Chen's mind, constantly vibrating and pulling his martial soul.

But strangely, there was no trace of the Fallen Angel martial soul appearing. Instead, a blood-red long sword gradually condensed on the right hand of the Fallen Angel martial soul, and then fiercely rushed out of Ye Chen's palm.

The sword was over three feet long, entirely blood-red. The hilt was wide on the left and narrow on the right, with seven black dim stars arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper scattered on the blade, emitting a faint red light.

"This is... the Seven Star Abyssal Demon Sword!"

Ning Fengzhi stared at the blood-red long sword, his aura fluctuating with excitement.

The legendary god-level martial soul, the Seven Star Abyssal Demon, is said to have appeared only in ancient times, representing a miracle of that era, and also the awakening of the Dark Era.

Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but recall a fragment of what he had heard when he was young: "Seven stars in a row, the abyss emerges, the sword dominates the world and the eternal times abandon, the abyss alone dominates the immortal realm."

According to legend, the first owner of the Seven Star Abyssal Demon martial soul, 'Lin Qi', became a god with demons and, after entering the divine realm, joined forces with the Fallen Angels to dominate half of the divine realm, creating their own domain of gods and demons.

But things happened too far away, and I don't know when, the legends of the Sword Demon Lin Qi and the Fallen Angels gradually faded from the stage of Douluo Continent, so much so that the domain of gods and demons became one of the few ancient legends known to very few people.

But there were rumors among the people that in the cold northern land, there was a Sword Demon tomb left by Lin Qi. Recognized inheritors could inherit the Sword Demon's divinity and ascend to the divine realm.

Ning Fengzhi still remembered that Sword Uncle seemed to have gone to find the Sword Demon's tomb, but for some reason, it ended in failure.

Suddenly, a silver light flew out of the Seven Treasures Glass Sect and instantly arrived above the sect's square.

The person wore immaculate white clothes, with silver hair neatly combed. He held a pure silver long sword, about three feet long, without any decoration.

His expression was very indifferent, as if he couldn't see anything around him, just standing there quietly, giving people a feeling of dominating the world.

"Follow me."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and Ye Chen's body uncontroll

ably flew towards him, then flew straight into the Seven Treasures Glass Sect.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi, who was still in the square, couldn't help but smile. "My Seven Treasures Glass Sect has finally waited for this day!"

As he spoke, his heart was burning with excitement, and the smile on his lips became uncontrollable.

In the bamboo forest behind the Seven Treasures Glass Sect, inside a simple thatched hut, Ye Chen stood stupidly on the side, looking somewhat admiringly at the super Douluo with overwhelming soul power.

Being able to fly in the sky, wield a sword, and come from the Seven Treasures Glass Sect, he was undoubtedly the Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen quickly bowed and said, "Junior Ye Chen pays respects to Senior!"

"Not bad temperament. You can remain so calm in front of me. If it were someone else, they would either beg to be accepted as a disciple or be so nervous that they couldn't speak. You're quite composed."

Chen Xin's expression was indifferent, and he busied himself making tea.

Ye Chen shrugged and said with a soft laugh, "Senior is not some ferocious beast, why should I be afraid?"

"Then do you know why I brought you here?"

Chen Xin's mouth twitched in a smile that seemed like a smile, making it difficult to guess his thoughts.

"Because you want to accept me as your disciple, seeing that my martial soul is special?"

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Chen Xin nodded involuntarily. "Indeed clever. You are qualified to be my closed-door disciple."

"Wait, Senior!"

"Hmm? Do you have something else to say?"

"I..."

Ye Chen's face showed embarrassment. His companion martial soul was a sword. It would be great to become Chen Xin's disciple, but...

"I'm sorry, Senior, I can't be your disciple. Actually, I admire the Bone Douluo more!"

As soon as these words came out, a hint of anger appeared on Chen Xin's indifferent face. He didn't expect that his personal acceptance of disciples would be rejected, and the other party even mentioned something about the Bone Douluo. Did he, Chen Xin, compare unfavorably to that old man, Gu Rong?

"At midnight, I'll be waiting for you in the Eastern Forest!"

Hastily picking up the tea cup and taking a sip, Chen Xin looked meaningfully at Ye Chen and then disappeared in the thatched hut.

Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but scratch his head and thought to himself, "Does he want to force me to be his disciple?"

But the sign-in task issued by the system is: Go to the Seven Treasures Glass Sect and become a disciple of the Bone Douluo!

He didn't want to be Chen Xin's disciple, but the system had a task. It wouldn't be right for one person to have two masters, especially within the same sect.

"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Sword, look what I caught!"

Just as Ye Chen felt helpless, a crisp voice came from outside the hut.

Before the words had fallen, a five or six-year-old girl rushed into the thatched hut from the door, holding a butterfly in her hand, her silver bell-like laughter drawing everyone's attention.

Wearing a simple white dress, she gave people a very clean feeling. Under her long, soft brown hair, her delicate little face was extremely exquisite, like a little princess who had crossed over from a fairy tale, noble and holy.

"Who are you? And why are you in Grandpa Sword's sword hut?"

The little girl looked puzzled, watching Ye Chen cautiously as if he were a little thief.