frightfiction Chapter 1908
Chapter 1908
Just as everyone's anger was about to burst forth, Chen Xuan suddenly stepped forward, his back ramrod straight, his voice piercing through the clamor: "Senior Lanxing, I also have this request—regardless of the ranking of the Holy Sons, I only wish to obtain a Holy Position."
The hall fell silent for a moment, then erupted into an even more heated discussion.
The older disciples' anger was almost palpable, while the new disciples trembled with fear. Only Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian stood hand in hand in the center of the hall, showing no sign of backing down.
On the main cloud bed, Jue Wuqing watched this scene with a smile playing on his lips. He lightly tapped the long table in front of him with his fingertips and transmitted his voice to the elder beside him: "I told you these two are troublemakers, wasn't I right?"
Yu'er's master—the elder who exuded a demonic aura—stroked his beard and smiled, "It's good to show off one's talents, but it's a bit impetuous. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Lanxing can keep them in check."
“I can understand Qiu Zixian’s request,” another elder said, frowning. “But Chen Xuan… I thought he was calm and collected, so why is he joining in?” Clearly, the higher-ups already had information about Qiu Zixian and could guess some of her demands.
Lan Xing looked at Qiu Zixian with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Why do you insist on becoming the Holy Son?"
"I will personally defeat Xia Jiuyou in the Holy Land Ranking Battle a hundred years from now!" Qiu Zixian's voice was filled with a chilling coldness, and a faint black aura even emanated from her body—a Daoist charm tainted by hatred.
Upon hearing this, the four holy sons abruptly stood up, their auras instantly becoming disordered. They had all witnessed Xia Jiuyou's terrifying power firsthand, and now someone dared to publicly declare that they could defeat her, and this was a newly initiated disciple at that!
Lan Xing turned to Chen Xuan, his eyes full of doubt: "And you? Why do you want to compete for the position of Holy Son?" In his impression, Chen Xuan was not someone who would be bound by empty fame.
Chen Xuan cupped his hands, his voice low yet undeniably firm: "This junior wishes to use the name of 'Holy Son' to spread the news throughout the Ten Holy Lands—I, Chen Xuan, have already learned of her whereabouts."
The "she" he spoke of was a long-held obsession hidden in his heart. Only by becoming a holy son could he make this message cross the void more quickly and reach the ears of that familiar person, putting her at ease.
Lan Xing nodded slightly, then turned to look at Jue Wuqing in the main seat, her eyes questioning.
Jue Wuqing suppressed his smile, emanating a faint aura of a Celestial King—a light aura, yet it silenced the entire hall. He spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful: "Wanting the position of Holy Son is not impossible."
As he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it. A pale purple mist rose from the ground, enveloping the senior disciples and the Holy Son in the hall like a veil. The mist seemed thin, but it could block all sight and sound. Only the ten elders, the eight great preservers, and Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian could see each other clearly.
"I will personally test whether you are qualified to be Holy Sons." His merciless gaze swept over the two, his tone filled with authority.
“I will fight you with the strength of a beginner-level Holy Son. If you can withstand it, I will appoint you as the sixth and seventh Holy Sons; if you cannot…” He paused, and his pressure suddenly intensified, “you will bear the consequences yourselves.”
"This disciple is willing to give it a try!" Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian stepped forward at the same time, their backs straight, their eyes showing no sign of retreat.
Beyond the mist, Cang Xuan Yue was the first to react, her face grave as she whispered, "It was the sect leader personally who conducted the test! It is said that when a sect is founded, the position of Holy Son is determined by the sect leader himself. If one fails the test, one will be severely injured at best, and die at worst!"
Senior Sister Liuli clenched her fists, her eyes filled with tension: "They're only at the Void Reversal Realm... Can they withstand the test of a Celestial King?"
Bai Qianjue looked at the mist and gently shook his head: "Since Master dared to let them make requests, the two of them must have extraordinary abilities."
The core disciples and formal disciples were still wandering around in confusion outside the mist. Some reached out to touch the mist, but their fingertips could only pass through nothingness. They did not know that in the center of the hall, a test that would determine the Holy Son had already begun.