THE CHAOS SOVEREIGN

CHAPTER 9

In the Training Ground, Lu Chen did not teach them how to use magic. Instead, he taught them the secrets of the Void.

He showed them that they didn't need big, flashy explosions to win. He taught them how to move silently and strike when the enemy didn't expect it.

In the old sects, everyone fought to be the best.

In Lu Chen’s sect, the students worked together. Two weak people fighting as one were stronger than one strong master.

For those with a broken spirit root, Lu Chen showed them how to pull energy from the earth and the air around them, rather than from inside their bodies.

At first, in the training ground, the students stumbled. A young boy named Xiao dropped his wooden sword crying "I can't do it, I am just a beggar."

“Yesterday, you were a beggar. Today, you are a seed. Tomorrow, you will be in a forest." Lu Chen walked over and picked up the wooden sword. He handed it back to the boy.

After months of training, the change was clear. The people who used to walk with their heads down now stood tall. Their eyes were no longer dull; they were sharp and bright.

One afternoon, a group of bandits tried to raid the valley, thinking that the weak people would be easy targets.

Lu Chen didn't step in to help them. He was watching them from afar.

Xiao and the other students didn't run. They move around surrounding the bandits. They used the black mist of the valley to hide and quick, simple strikes to disarm the thieves. Within some minutes, the bandits dropped their weapons and ran away in terror.

The students cheered. They looked at their hands, shocked by their own power.

Lu Chen was watching them with a proud smile. He knew the High Heavens might come back one day to try and reclaim the world. But now, he wouldn't be fighting alone. He had turned the weak of the world into an army that no one could ignore.

The Void God Sect was no longer just a group of survivors. It was a force of nature and groups of army ready to fight.

The peace in the valley did not last long. The "Celestial Rulers" of the other eight heavens had seen what Lu Chen was doing. They didn't like that "trash" were learning to fight. They sent messengers on golden birds, demanding that Lu Chen should close his school and return to being a slave.

Lu Chen didn't send a letter back. He picked up his Void-Severing Dagger and looked at his students.

Lu Chen said, "They think they own the sky, It is time to show them that the sky belongs to everyone."

He moved quickly like a shadow through the clouds, passing from the Second Heaven all the way to the Ninth.

In the high palaces, the rulers were feasting. They sat on chairs made of clouds and they were drinking expensive wine.

They laughed about the peasant (Lu Chen) who thought he was a teacher.

Suddenly, the candles in the room flickered and died off. The air turned cold.

"Who is there?" one of the rulers shouted, spilling his wine.

Lu Chen stepped out of the darkness in front of them. He didn't look like a god; he looked like a common worker who had come to collect a debt.

Lu Chen whispering "The class is in session,".

No one dared to reply because it took them unaware.

The rulers tried to fight. They threw lightning and shouted magic words. But Lu Chen had spent months teaching his students how to fight perfection. He knew exactly where the rulers were weak.

No Mercy for Cruelty: He found the Ruler of the Fourth Heaven, who had burned forests for fun. With one quick move, Lu Chen ended his reign.

Ending the Greed: He found the Ruler of the Seventh Heaven, who had blocked all the water from the farmers below. Lu Chen did not argue. He simply let the Void swallow the ruler's golden heart.

One by one, the corrupt leaders fell. And the battle was like a gardener pulling weeds in the garden. Lu Chen moved through the palaces with a calm, steady pace. He wasn't angry anymore—he was just finishing a chore.

"You can't do this!" the last ruler screamed, trembling behind his throne. "We are the chosen ones!"

Lu Chen replied."You chose yourselves, no one chose you, Now, the world chooses someone else."

The dagger flashed, and the last of the old light went out.

The next day, the golden palaces were empty. The thrones and their crowns were there, Lu Chen moved back down the clouds, returning to the Black Mist Valley.

His students were waiting for him. seeing him coming and they were happy, but Lu Chen headed straight to his small wooden hut.

"Is it done?" “Is the battle over?” Xiao asked, running up to him.

Lu Chen nodded and sat down on a simple wooden bench. He picked up a broom and started sweeping the dirt from his porch.

"The sky is clear now," Lu Chen said. "Go back to your practice. We have a lot of work to do on the garden today."

The Nine Heavens were finally calmed. There were no more masters, and there were no more slaves. There was just the wind, the earth, and a group of people learning how to be free.

The sky above the Black Mist Valley turned a harsh, blinding gold. The High Heaven Emperors—the brothers and cousins of the man Lu Chen had defeated—had finally come down. They brought thousands of .

The golden soldiers flew down like falling stars. They looked perfect and unstoppable. When Lu Chen saw them coming. He shouted

"Remember your training! They fight for a throne. You fight for your home!"

The battle wasn't what the Emperors expected.

When the golden soldiers landed, the outcasts didn't charge. They vanished into the black mist Lu Chen had taught them to control.