Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

1Every new batch of new disciples who came in and left, there would always be many who could not conceal the gloating expression on their faces towards Chen Yu.     4

    

When Chen Yu walked past them on the Heaven Stairway, these new disciples who harbored deep malice towards Chen Yu didn't even dare to breathe out, as they were afraid that Chen Yu would beat them down the Heaven Stairway. At that moment, although they were afraid of the old man's status and strength and did not dare to speak words of mockery towards Chen Yu, the arrogance and ridicule on their faces was not concealed at all.    

    

Chen Yu showed no other emotions toward these petty people except indifference.    

    

Even though these new inner disciples, who had just absorbed Spiritual Soul, had their strength skyrocketed due to the Spiritual Soul, Chen Yu still did not place them in his eyes.    

    

The ones that Chen Yu was truly afraid of were the older inner disciples.    

    

There were a few inner sect disciples whose strength had already reached the peak of Spirit Accumulation Stage. Chen Yu might not be able to fight them even with the Flamingo on him, and now that he had lost the Flamingo, his inner sect's situation was already worrisome.    

    

In next to no time, the seventh group of new disciples entered.    

    

It was still the same procedure, but the results were more or less the same. Some people had fused with high-grade earth-step Spiritual Soul, while others had fused with low-grade human-step Spiritual Soul.    

    

The result of fusing with a Spiritual Soul brought about a tragic result that was in stark contrast.    

    

After the seventh wave, the eighth wave arrived.    

    

Chen Yu could guess that the deacons and elders who came to pick disciples had already understood his situation. After the appearance of the Three-jaw Red Dragon, Chen Yu's situation had become worse.    

    

It had to be known that the majority of the disciples of the branch sects whom Chen Yu had killed in the Trial Secret Realm were closely related to the elders and deacons of the thirty-six peaks.    

    

After the eighth wave, the ninth wave appeared.    

    

When the time limit of the ninth wave was up, the old man came to Chen Yu's side again. There was a trace of complex pity in his eyes.    

    

"There's only one more. Do you want to continue?"    

    

"Continue!" Chen Yu stood up and bowed towards the old man with a resolute expression.    

    

The old man was not surprised by this result and said: "Hall Master Ning Xu, how long do you want to stay, but I still have to tell you, when the last batch of new disciples leave, you must also leave!"    

    

"Junior understands!" Chen Yu nodded.    

    

The old man nodded his head and walked towards the Yin Yang Fish. When he took a step forward, he paused and said: "Actually, failing to fuse with a Spiritual Soul is not necessarily a hopeless situation, in the history of the sect, there was a Sect Master who was unable to fuse with a Spiritual Soul when he was advancing into the inner sect. In the end, he obtained an opportunity at the middle stage of the Spirit Accumulation Stage, merged with a Spiritual Soul, his cultivation rose by leaps and bounds, and finally became the number one person of his generation!"    

    

After hearing the elder's words, Chen Yu was somewhat moved. He bowed again and said, "Junior will leave with the last batch of disciples!"    

    

"With your perseverance and determination, even if it's an ethereal body, you shouldn't belittle yourself!" The old man looked at Chen Yu and said, "The path of martial arts is extremely difficult, but it won't be a dead end!"    

    

With that, the old man closed the Yin Yang Fish and let the ninth group of new disciples out.    

    

In the gap between unable to sense or summon Spiritual Soul, Chen Yu looked at the indifferent old man and felt a trace of warmth in his heart.    

    

The tenth and final wave of disciples quickly entered.    

    

Chen Yu sat down cross-legged again and cleared his mind, sensing and summoning the Flowing Light Spiritual Soul that began to dance in the air within the Myriad Spirit Palace.    

    

It was the same as the previous eight times, Chen Yu could clearly feel the Spiritual Soul over twenty meters away. However, when he released the thought of summoning, there was no response from the Spiritual Soul.    

    

Even if there was a reply, it was Myriad Spirit Palace filled with impatience and malice. Many Spiritual Soul's intelligence were not low, and they were repeatedly summoned by Chen Yu, causing them to grow tired of Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu ignored these disgusted feelings, and continued to stubbornly release summoning thoughts towards all the Spiritual Soul that his spiritual will touched. This process was a little similar to the process of a lecher playing a hooligan on the street and pestering a passing beauty. What he got in return was a supercilious look and disgust!    

    

Fortunately, Chen Yu did not attract any attacks from the Spiritual Soul. If it was an ordinary warrior like Chen Yu, most likely he would be attacked by these Spiritual Soul, but Chen Yu seemed to still have the Three-jaw Red Dragon's deterrence, causing many powerful Earth Rank Spiritual Soul to show hostility towards him, but in the end they did not attack him!    

    

As time passed, the last two hours had passed and Chen Yu still hadn't found anything.    

    

In this last batch of new disciples, there were already people who had fused with Earth Stage Spiritual Soul.    

    

Chen Yu seemed to be more and more calm.    

    

When his spiritual will sensed a dark green Spiritual Soul, it was once again useless. Just when Chen Yu felt that he didn't have a chance, a faint dark light suddenly appeared in the air not far away from Chen Yu.    

    

Without any hesitation, Chen Yu spread out his telepathic thoughts and released the thought of summoning this faint dark light.    

    

Suddenly, that faint black light shot towards Chen Yu.    

    

"Hmm?" Chen Yu was surprised and felt that it was a little strange.    

    

A short distance away, the old man turned his head and saw the black light. His expression froze as a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.    

    

In just a few short breaths, the black light landed on Chen Yu's chest. The black light dimmed a little and condensed into a black sword.    

    

The sword was less than a foot long. At the very front, there was a hole, not the sharp tip of the sword.    

    

The old man frowned with an extremely astonished expression.    

    

As for Chen Yu, when he clearly saw the appearance of the Spiritual Soul, he was extremely surprised.    

    

The number of Weapon Spiritual Soul compared to Beast Spiritual Soul was much less, but they were not that rare either. However, an Weapon Spiritual Soul in the form of a Broken Sword was a little strange!    

    

Spiritual Soul was a type of hollow spirit body, while the stronger Spiritual Soul was a spirit body that could change between real and fake. If one was severely injured, the spirit body could collapse, it could completely disappear without a trace, but this kind of incomplete shape would never appear.    

    

For example, Flamingo, it could be chopped into two by a powerful warrior, or it could be cut into two by a powerful sword art. If it could not heal at this point, if it was not completely destroyed, it would be in its new form when it took form again, and it would not be incomplete to the point where it was only half of its original form!    

    

That's why Chen Yu felt that it was weird.    

    

Furthermore, from his perception, the Broken Sword did not reveal any strong Qi, and did not seem to have any special attributes.    

    

"Crippled Spiritual Soul!" Chen Yu suddenly had a thought.    

    

Only a crippled Spiritual Soul would be so weak with no spiritual attribute. Otherwise, even a low rank human-step Spiritual Soul would have some spiritual attribute!    

    

In that moment, Chen Yu hesitated a little about whether or not he should refuse fusing with the Broken Sword.    

    

Fusing with a crippled Spiritual Soul would not benefit a warrior at all, and would instead become a burden. This was because, not only would Spiritual Soul help warriors, it would also absorb spirit energy from warriors and consume their soul force. The crippled Spiritual Soul did not have any room to grow and could not help warriors cultivate.    

    

With this thought, Chen Yu suppressed this thought and laughed involuntarily: "All the Spiritual Soul in Myriad Spirit Palace refused to fuse with me. Only you and I can be considered fated to fuse together!"    

    

Muttering to himself, Chen Yu opened up his mind and allowed the Broken Sword enter his body.    

    

What Chen Yu could think of, the old man naturally thought of it too. He looked at Chen Yu and raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to walk over to stop Chen Yu, he returned to his original place.    

    

Everyone had their own choice, the old man obviously had no intention to interfere with Chen Yu's choice, just like how he clearly knew that the possibility of Chen Yu obtaining another Spiritual Soul from Myriad Spirit Palace was very small, yet he didn't force Chen Yu to leave!    

    

Chen Yu began fusing with his Broken Sword. The other new disciples that were fusing with their Spiritual Soul also noticed Chen Yu's movements and glanced at him a few times.    

    

The Broken Sword slowly entered Chen Yu's body at a very fast speed. After a few minutes, the entire Broken Sword entered Chen Yu's body and continued to shrink, transforming into a palm-sized Broken Sword that flew into Chen Yu's dantian. In an instant, it entered Chen Yu's dantian and floated within the dantian.    

    

Chen Yu felt that there was a connection in his mind. This connection was natural and intimate, like the connection between him and his brothers and sisters.    

    

It was as if this Broken Sword was already a part of Chen Yu's body.    

    

"Fine, let's see how useless you can be!" Chen Yu smiled, and said softly: "I definitely do not believe that I am a Waste Body, even if you are a cripple, I will still make you famous and kill everyone in the world!"    

    

Surprisingly, at this moment, the Broken Sword in Chen Yu's dantian lightly swayed its head and tail a few times, as if it was responding to Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu's heart couldn't help but to be shocked, and he became a bit expectant. He was not sure if this Broken Sword could really understand his words, or if it could read his consciousness. If it was really like this, then this Broken Sword that he had never seen before was a useless Spiritual Soul.    

    

Chen Yu tried again and said, "If you can understand my words, then move again like before!"    

    

The Broken Sword in his dantian did not react this time.    

    

Chen Yu laughed involuntarily, "I was overthinking it. To be frank, I am still unwilling. After losing my Flamingo and being called out by it, my luck can be said to be extremely bad! "    

    

Shaking his head, Chen Yu looked up at the carved Three-jaw Red Dragon in the dome again.    

    

The sculpture flashed with a scarlet light, but the Three-jaw Red Dragon did not appear again. It was clear that it looked down on the new disciples and did not intend to merge with them. If a new disciple did not have the Fire Spirit Body, it would not have come out. This was the pride of a high grade Heaven Rank Spiritual Soul.    

    

Having merged with Spiritual Soul, Chen Yu naturally had no intention of fusing with other Spiritual Soul. He raised his head and gazed at the Three-jaw Red Dragon relief sculpture, memorizing every detail of it in his heart.    

    

"Time is up!" As time passed, the old man's voice finally rang out.    

    

At the end, some of the new disciples revealed happy expressions. Some pretended to be calm while others sighed as if their parents had died …    

    

Under various expressions, the door was pushed open and the old man began to announce the results.    

    

"New disciple Wu Yi, Earth lower tier Spiritual Soul, Shadow Wolf, potential below!"    

    

"New disciple Liu Zhe, lower rank human-step Spiritual Soul, Windflow Blade, lower potential!"    

    

"New budding disciple!"    

    

Under everyone's gazes, Chen Yu was the last to cross the threshold.    

    

"New disciple Chen Yu, rank one black Broken Sword, has ominous potential!" The old man looked at Chen Yu as he walked out. After a few pauses, he announced the result.    

    

Most of the people in the plaza were stunned for a moment, before they all stood up in surprise!