Although Jianchen knew about the ambitions of the Zaar family, he did not think that the grand elder would actually tell him about these matters without any reservations. This made him feel stunned. However, he also knew that the reason why the Zaar family invited him to join them was because they wanted to control the Radiant Saint Master Union through him. This way, not only would they be able to control the Radiant Saint Master Union without shedding a drop of blood, they would also be able to obtain an expert as powerful as the president of the union. This would greatly increase the strength of the Zaar family.
However, with Jianchen's personality, he would definitely not allow himself to become a chess piece in the hands of others. He clasped his hands and said, "Grand elder, thank you for your kind intentions. However, I'm afraid that Yang Yutian will have to disappoint you."
The gaze of the grand elder suddenly became sharp, like two unsheathed swords as he stared at Jianchen. He growled, "Yang Yutian, are you still not willing to become an internal elder of my Zaar family?"
"Yes!" Jianchen stared at the grand elder without any fear.
The two people's gazes stared at each other, as if they were about to collide in the air. After a while, the grand elder finally retracted his gaze and sighed, "Forget it. Since you have already made up your mind, then this Old Man will not force you. Yang Yutian, you can leave!"
Jianchen silently retreated. Only the grand elder remained in the room, still sitting there and drinking tea.
"What a pity, what a pity. Such a genius, yet he cannot be used by my Zaar family." After a while, the grand elder let out a soft sigh. Shortly after, a piece of jade appeared in his hand, which he crushed without any hesitation.
At the same time, within the eight great clans, the expressions of the eight great clans changed. They all took out two pieces of jade from their Space Rings.
"Do it!"
… …
After walking out from the Great Elder's palace, the Zaar Family's Patriarch who had led him here was nowhere to be found. Jianchen could only follow his memory and walk towards the Great Assembly Hall alone.
Jianchen arrived at the main hall without any obstructions. He noticed that the few upper echelons of the Zaar Family had already left. Other than the two guards guarding the main hall, there was only Yang Ling sitting there alone.
Jianchen's eyes flashed. He understood that the Zaar family's attitude towards him had changed a lot. He said, "Mr. Yang Ling, let's go!"
Yang Ling stood up and walked out of the empty main hall. His face was grim as he followed Jianchen silently towards the Zaha Family's main gate. Even after Jianchen left the Zaha Family's main gate, no one came out to send him off. Similarly, no one tried to persuade him to stay.
"Return to the Federation!" Jianchen and Yang Ling boarded the carriage and said to the coachman.
The luxurious carriage with the symbol of the Radiant Saint Master Union turned around and headed towards the Federation. In the carriage, Jianchen sat cross-legged with his head lowered as he pondered. His eyes flickered with uncertainty. As for Yang Ling, he was still expressionless as he sat there with his eyes closed.
"During this trip to the Zaar Family, not only did I reject the matter of becoming an inner elder of the Zaar Family, I also found out about the future plans of the Zaar Family from the Great Elder. Unknowingly, I have already stood on the opposite side of the Zaar Family. The Zaar Family will definitely make a move against me. In the following period of time, I must be more careful." Jianchen secretly thought. He did not fear the eight great clans, but he had to be careful when facing the Zaar Family. The Zaar Family was an existence that was equivalent to an ancient family.
"I must quickly become a 7th rank Radiant Saint Master. Once I become a 7th rank Radiant Saint Master, I will leave this place. The matters between the Zaar Family and the Radiant Saint Masters are of no concern." Jianchen secretly thought. But soon after, he thought of the last words of the Great Elder.
"Yang Yutian, I hope you do not forget that the president of the Radiant Saint Master Union is your master. Although the relationship between the two of you is not deep, the president values you very much and has great expectations for you. He even sees you as the future pillar of the Radiant Saint Master Union. Do not disappoint me."
Thinking of this, a trace of hesitation appeared on Jianchen's face.
At this moment, the carriage that Jianchen was in suddenly shook violently. It rapidly came to a stop. Soon after, a clamorous noise came from outside the carriage.
Yang Ling, who was sitting beside Jianchen, suddenly opened his eyes. His figure flashed out of the carriage, while Jianchen sat in the carriage as steadily as Mount Tai. His soul had already seen the situation outside clearly.
At this moment, Yang Ling entered the carriage and said, "Master Yang Yutian, the carriage was moving too fast. There was an accident and a child was injured."
"Let's go down and take a look!" Jianchen said indifferently. Then, he and Yang Ling came out of the carriage at the same time. They saw a skinny little girl who was around 11 or 12 years old lying unconscious on the ground. Her forehead had been injured and fresh blood had dyed her entire face red. The little girl wore cheap clothes, clearly not a rich person.
Beside the little girl was a plain-looking, middle-aged woman in simple clothes. She knelt beside the little girl and sobbed, "My daughter, my daughter, please don't let anything happen to you. You're my only daughter. If anything happens to you, how am I supposed to continue living …"
Jianchen frowned slightly when he saw this. He looked at the driver with a reproachful gaze and called out, "How are you driving?"
The old man driving the carriage paled slightly. He said with a trembling voice, "Esteemed Radiant Saint Master, this little girl was naughty. She ran into the middle of the road herself."
"Esteemed Radiant Saint Master, please save this little girl …"
"This little girl is so pitiful. Esteemed Radiant Saint Master, please don't leave her in the lurch …"
"Esteemed Radiant Saint Master, this pitiful little girl was injured by your carriage. You must save her …"
…
There were many people on the street, so quite a few people gathered in the surroundings very soon. Many of them spoke to Jianchen.
At this moment, the little girl's mother knelt before Jianchen and constantly kowtowed. She begged, "Esteemed Radiant Saint Master, I only have one daughter. She's my life. Please save my daughter. If anything happens to my daughter, I don't want to live anymore …"
Jianchen helped the middle-aged woman up and gently said, "Auntie, don't worry. I will definitely save your daughter." With that, Jianchen directly arrived before the unconscious little girl on the ground. Blood constantly flowed from the girl's head, forming a small puddle on the ground.
Jianchen stared at the wound on the girl's head for a while and a strange light flashed through his eyes. Afterwards, he raised his right hand slightly and a ball of gentle Radiant Saint Force slowly gathered in his right hand. The ball of Radiant Saint Force was no longer gentle. Instead, it possessed a sharpness that only other Radiant Saint Masters could sense.
At this moment, something happened. The little girl's mother gently pressed her left hand against Jianchen's back and immediately, a cold presence surged out of her hand, entering Jianchen's body. At the same time, a short sword silently appeared in the woman's right hand. She slashed it towards Jianchen's neck with lightning speed.
All of this happened in the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, and there was no sign at all, causing many people who were watching the show to be unable to come back to their senses.
"Be careful!" Yang Ling's eyes narrowed. His gaze suddenly sharpened as he called out to Jianchen. He then charged towards the middle-aged woman.
Even though Yang Ling was a Heaven Saint Master, the middle-aged woman was just too close to Jianchen. Coupled with her lightning-fast speed, Yang Ling was unable to save her in time.
Just when the woman's short sword was about to stab Jianchen's neck, a white streak of light flashed. It actually shot towards the woman's forehead at a speed several times faster than the short sword. It was actually the Radiant Saint Force in Jianchen's hand that had condensed into a white streak of light the size of a raindrop.
The short sword stopped three inches away from Jianchen's neck. A bloody hole had appeared between the middle-aged woman's eyebrows.
At this moment, Yang Ling had also arrived. He directly struck the middle-aged woman's back with a palm filled with Saint Force. Immediately, the middle-aged woman's body was thrown far away.
At the same time, the unconscious girl on the ground suddenly opened her eyes. She opened her mouth slightly and a needle-sized weapon shot out from her mouth. It directly shot towards Jianchen's forehead.
Jianchen's eyes flashed. The weapon from the girl's mouth stopped three inches away from him. Under the control of Jianchen's mind, it slowly fell into his hand. It was a finger-sized sword. It was pitch-black and had clearly been poisoned.
Jianchen stared at the sword in his hand without blinking. His eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"You're looking to die!" Yang Ling flew into a rage. Saint Force surged from his fist as he mercilessly smashed it towards the girl on the ground.
The girl's eyes were calm. She directly leapt up from the ground and opened her hands slightly. Saint Force surged from her hands and collided with Yang Ling's open fist.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, surging waves of energy erupted from where Yang Ling and the girl clashed, causing cracks to appear on the ground.
Yang Ling's expression changed slightly. He staggered back a few steps and stared at the girl who did not seem to be twelve or thirteen years old in disbelief. He cried out, "Sixth Cycle Heaven Saint Master!"
Suddenly, over ten people who had come to watch the show charged out from the crowd. They all stabbed their short swords at Jianchen.
"Master Yang Yutian, be careful! They're assassins!" Yang Ling bellowed as his face became stern. A huge, fiery-red sword appeared in his hand as he directly charged at the assassins.
Six of the assassins immediately grabbed Yang Ling while the rest charged at Jianchen. Their eyes were cold, but they did not give off any killing intent at all.
Jianchen finally shifted his gaze away from the sword in his hand. He calmly stared at the assassins charging at him and sneered. He softly murmured, "Whatever, I'll let you test the power of my Radiant Artes." Ever since the battle on the boat, Jianchen had spent over ten days in the union to continue comprehending the Radiant Artes. As a result, the power of his Radiant Artes had become even greater.
"Rain of the Sky!" Jianchen murmured. The Radiant Saint Force in the surroundings immediately gathered toward him. The speed at which it gathered this time was actually several times faster than before. In an instant, countless droplets of light surrounded Jianchen.
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