Chaotic Sword God

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When the Anatta Grand Exalt made contact with Jian Chen's forehead, his mind immediately rumbled like the roaring of thunder. It filled his entire consciousness instantly.

At that instant, Jian Chen's soul shook as his consciousness wavered. He only felt like the world was spinning around him. He immediately lost senses of the outside world.

He forgot himself, forgot the outer space, and forgot everything. His consciousness descended into a chaotic state.

After who knew how long, as if a single second, as if a year or a century, or as if an entire epoch, the crowing of a rooster cut through the morning light, erupting in the silence. Soon afterwards, a woman's voice rang out from the distance, gentle and filled with love.

"It's morning, Chen. Wake up. Get up and have some breakfast."

Jian Chen opened his eyes slowly. He studied the surroundings. This was a small wooden hut. It was not particularly large, and the layout was extremely simple. There was a small wooden bed, a small square table only a metre across, and some crude, wooden ornaments.

At this moment, he laid on the wooden bed, clearly having just woken up.

"Who am I? And where is this?" Jian Chen sat up in the bed. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes. In a daze, he felt like he had forgotten many things, actually unable to recall them all.

He sat in the bed in thought for a very long time before finally recalling his supposed identity.

His name was a single character, Chen. He was born in a farmer's family located in a small mountain village. He had only just turned six, and he was the only son. His mother and father were both regular mortals, living off the land. They lived a plain but peaceful life.

"So I'm called Chen. That's strange. Why do I feel like I've forgotten a lot of things?" Jian Chen sat up and scratched his head. He was very puzzled. He got out of bed with doubt, except he staggered, almost falling to the ground.

The wooden bed was far too tall. With his current size, he could only leap down from there. His feet could not touch the ground.

Studying his body that was only a metre tall, Chen became even more confused. For some reason, there seemed to be a voice in his subconsciousness telling him that he was not supposed to be like this.

With great confusion and suspicion, Jian Chen left the room and arrived before the dining table.

His parents had been waiting there for a long time already. His father was called Changyang Ba, a burly middle-aged man of great strength.

His mother was called Bi Yuntian, a kind and virtuous housewife.

"Mum, dad!" Jian Chen greeted them. He climbed up a table in an extremely unfamiliar way, and the three of them began to eat happily. Their lives were plain and quiet.

"Chen, you should eat your porridge first. Eat it while it's hot. It's not good for the body if it's cold," Bi Yuntian said tenderly.

Afterwards, Chen just grew happily in this ordinary family. In the blink of an eye, it was already fourteen years later.

That year, Chen turned twenty. He had already grown into a complete adult. He was a handsome young man, the perfect man in the eyes of many of the ladies of similar age in this mountain hamlet.

However, Chen did not develop any feelings towards any of them, so when many of the people his age became partners and started families, Chen was still without a spouse.

"Chen, you've grown up. It's time to talk about marriage and starting a family. I've already matched you with a lady from a neighbouring village. You should make yourself neat and tidy tomorrow. You'll meet her then." That day, Chen's father, Changyang Ba, told Chen happily.

The next day, Chen and his father visited the neighbouring village and met the lady.

Chen finally met the lady.

When he first laid his eyes on the lady, he was immediately astounded. She left a deep mark on both his mind and soul.

She was very beautiful, so beautiful that she did not seem to belong to this world. Instead, she seemed like a maiden that belonged to the heavens. In particular, she possessed an indescribable bearing about her, which endowed her with a sacred beauty. She was aloof yet otherworldly, like she did not belong in the mortal world.

"My name is Chen!" Jian Chen said softly.

The lady's eyes were bright. She sat in front of the wooden table and stared straight at Chen. Her eyes shone with a light that Chen was unable to read as she said softly, "My name is Zhen!"

"Zhen, you're so beautiful."

Zhen smiled shallowly, which was tranquil and charming. She only looked at Jian Chen silently, without saying anything.

Perhaps it was the connections of fate or the arrangements of something greater, the moment they met, the tracks of their lives collided together violently. There seemed to be an invisible ribbon that bound the two of them together firmly, unable to separate them.

Afterwards, Chen and Zhen began to meet together in private. Both of them developed feelings for one another.

Finally, after three years of love, Chen and Zhen married in this ordinary mountain hamlet!

On that day, they held a banquet. Everyone from both villages came to celebrate. Under everyone's blessings and anticipation, Zhen formally became Chen's wife.

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In the Saints' World, the Wind Venerable turned into the fetal membrane of the world, trapping the Bloodtear Grand Exalt first before clashing with the Overarching Heaven Grand Exalt. Under the Bloodtear Grand Exalt and the Overarching Heaven Grand Exalt's arduous efforts to stop him, the Wind Venerable failed to reach Jian Chen immediately.

In the distance, the seven Saint Monarchs and the late Grand Primes watched the battle between the three sovereigns as they paid attention to the Anatta Grand Exalt.

"It doesn't seem like the Anatta Grand Exalt has killed Jian Chen!" Among the seven Saint Monarchs, the Blood-clothed Saint Monarch of the Bai clan said sternly. All of them could sense that Jian Chen was still alive.

"This is a dream technique. Master has used a technique to create a dream, dragging Jian Chen into it," the first majesty of the Heavenly Palace of Bisheng said softly nearby. Her expression was extremely mixed.

"What? A dream technique? The Anatta Grand Exalt has dragged Jian Chen into a dream?" Everyone looked at one another before casting mixed gazes towards the Anatta Grand Exalt. Many of their faces became rather strange.

The Anatta Grand Exalt's face was extremely beautiful, like it had been carefully carved by the ways themselves. They were flawless like a creation of nature. She stood there silently, giving off a supreme presence that overwhelmed them all.

However, her eyes were shut as her finger pressed against Jian Chen's forehead gently.

She used her dream technique to pull Jian Chen into a dream that she had created. No one outside knew what was going on in the dream.

In the dream, in the same, ordinary mountain hamlet.

In the blink of an eye, it had already been three years since Chen and Zhen were married.

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During the three years, the two of them lived simply and plainly. Chen tended to the fields and would sometimes go into the mountains to hunt.

As for Zhen, she carried out her duties as a virtuous housewife, handling the chores at home and sewing clothes.

On this day, in a wooden hut that clearly had only been built recently, Zhen sat on a stool with a needle and thread in hand, repairing a broken piece of hemp clothing needle after needle.

There were already many patches and traces of repair on the piece of clothing. Clearly, the patches were all real. She had appended them with her own hands, needle after needle.

"Hahaha, guess what I caught today, Zhen!" Chen's voice rang out from outside. With a creak, he pushed open the wooden door. Chen, who had clearly become much burlier than before, strode in with a wild boar on his shoulders.

"I got quite lucky today. I caught a wild boar. It'll be enough to feed us for several days. Zhen, we can change up our diet a little." Chen tossed the boar onto the ground. He was in a cheerful mood.

Zhen smiled sweetly. She set down her needle and thread and arrived before Jian Chen, saying softly, "You've torn your clothes again. Are you injured?"

"Injured? I'm not. It's just hunting a boar. How can it harm me? I just accidentally let this animal bite my clothes. I'll have to trouble my wife again." Chen laughed.

"Take off your clothes. I'll repair them. Oh right, I just finished repairing this, so put it on and try it out." Zhen was virtuous and considerate, personally helping Jian Chen take off his torn hemp clothes before putting on the one she had just repaired for him.