Worldwide Class Change: An Invincible Swordsman

Chapter 640: Chapter 639, The Newcomer Abdicates, Inherits the Master of Sword Pavilion_1

Muriel and the others nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, it feels like something’s missing!"

"All we do is drink every day. I don’t know what else to do. There are no battles. Any skirmishes with the Difiled God Continent or Underworld Continent are just minor frictions, fought by those beneath Divine rank. We haven’t been involved."

"Now that we’ve attained immortality, shouldn’t we consider finding someone to have kids with?" Muriel suddenly proposed.

The others looked at her. Find someone to have kids with? Bringing this up now, does she have some ulterior motive?

Alice shook her head. "Stop kidding around. You think it’s not lively enough? Having one more will just add to the irritation."

Jiang Chen looked at Muriel, teasing, "If it turns out to be a shortie, that’d really be trouble."

Muriel shot him a glare. Get lost... If I’m going to have a kid, it’s going to be with you! And if it’s a shortie, it’ll be yours too.

Jiang Qiu coughed. "Enough, let’s be serious."

"I *am* being serious! Now that we’re all Divines, we should have a goal, right? Like having kids, starting a Clan. Wouldn’t that be very nice?"

Jiang Qiu gave her a look. "Nice, my foot! Only Clans operate that way. You want to establish a Clan? Do you have the resources?"

The Alliance of All-Gods had many Clans, and each of the thirteen Divine Kings had Clan members.

On the Continent of All-Gods, Divine status was mostly inherited within Clans. The previous generation were Divines, and so was the next. In short, a large Clan had at least several Divines—often more than ten—and they passed on their legacy in an orderly fashion. Only a small fraction were individuals who hadn’t joined any Clan.

Once you reached the Divine stage, there really wasn’t much left to pursue. In the Upper Realm, time and space were chaotic, and they had already achieved immortality. They wouldn’t die; they wouldn’t grow old. Over time, personalities underwent great changes.

What were those two phrases again? Ah, ’lie flat’ and ’let it rot’... That’s the gist of it. Alice and the others were now showing signs of this, signs of wanting to ’lie flat.’ Once you’ve become a Divine, why run ourselves ragged over anything else!

Muriel retorted, "Of course, we have resources! Don’t forget, we are Divines. We can go plunder, take on tasks from the Alliance of All-Gods, seize resources, and prepare for the next generation."

Jiang Qiu asked, "So, who do you want to have a child with?"

"Your little brother."

The others stared. Damn it, she really *is* after little brother!

Muriel smiled. "Why let someone else benefit when I can benefit myself?"

Jiang Chen was flabbergasted. What nerve! I helped her become a Divine, and now she’s got her eyes on me?

Jiang Chen coughed. "We’ll talk about this later. You all can go on ’lying flat’ if you want. I won’t. One must have aspirations. Becoming a Lord is our pursuit."

Alice shook her head. "I started out just like you. After we ascended to Divinity, we sought out many ancient Divines and asked how to become a Lord."

"Even those ancient Divines who have cultivated for millions of years don’t know how to become Lords."

"Just think about it. If they don’t know, how would we?"

"Millions of years, can you believe it? And still just Divines."

Alice and the other four had also pondered this. But finding the chance to ascend to Lordship was not so easy. There truly was no known method to become a Lord.

Just then, STEP. STEP. STEP...

"Zhuang Maobin requests an audience with the God of Destruction." A voice carried from outside the Divine Palace.

Zhuang Maobin? What’s he doing here? Jiang Chen wondered.

Jiang Chen turned and flew out of the Divine Palace. He saw a young man standing in the air, elegant and graceful. Jiang Chen looked at Zhuang Maobin’s body. It seemed to shimmer, as if on the verge of entering another dimension. This is... a Spatial Seal.

Jiang Chen had also given Zhao Yuyan a Spatial Seal. This man’s understanding of the Space Law was profound; his body could shift into another plane of existence at any moment. Jiang Chen even began to suspect that Zhao Yuyan’s death was somehow connected to Zhuang Maobin. Both possessed Time-Space Seals. Perhaps Zhuang Maobin had killed Zhao Yuyan, snatched the Time-Space Seal, and thus became the God of Time and Space.

Zhuang Maobin, looking at Jiang Chen, cupped his fist with a smile. "Zhuang Maobin greets the God of Destruction."

"We are both Divines. There’s no need for such ceremony."

"It’s only proper. The God of Destruction allowed Wanderers to obtain Badges and join the Alliance of All-Gods. Such a gesture is well-deserved."

Jiang Chen asked, "Have you sought me out for a particular reason?"

"The God of Destruction has returned. Naturally, I should concede the position of Master of Sword Pavilion to you, as it always belonged to the God of Destruction."

"I, Zhuang Maobin, will not compete with the God of Destruction for the position of Master of Sword Pavilion."

Zhuang Maobin’s words left Jiang Chen completely baffled. Directly relinquishing it to him? What is this kid up to?

The more handsome someone is, the more damnably they lie. Zhuang Maobin is a perfect example... Pah... Wait, it seems I just insulted myself too.

Jiang Chen laughed. "You are the Master of Sword Pavilion now. I don’t need this position. My return to the Continent of All-Gods is not to fight you for Sword Pavilion, so you needn’t worry..."

"No, Sword Pavilion belongs to the God of Destruction, not me. I am willing to follow the Master of Sword Pavilion."

Jiang Chen smiled. Indeed, there’s something fishy here.

Those capable of creating their own Martial Arts Skills were all exceptionally talented individuals, destined to be dominant figures. They were certainly not weaklings or sycophants. An emperor suddenly offering to abdicate his throne—this couldn’t help but arouse Jiang Chen’s suspicion.

Jiang Chen asked bluntly, "Why would you abdicate to me? Don’t tell me it’s because you admire me. I’m a man, and I certainly don’t appreciate being admired by other men."

Jiang Qiu and the others came out and chuckled upon hearing this. Little brother is back. This is truly him!

Zhuang Maobin laughed. "Master, you have a keen sense of humor. I have no desire to be the Master of Sword Pavilion. I simply don’t want to see Sword Pavilion fragment, nor watch the faction you established disband and turn to dust."

"Above Divines, there are Lords. I will not stop at being merely a Divine. I intend to ascend further, so I must enter secluded cultivation."

"And the responsibilities of being Master would only hinder my progress. After all, Sword Pavilion is a Legion, with countless matters, large and small, demanding attention."

"All sorts of trivial and troublesome affairs require my handling."

He makes it sound so reasonable. I almost believed him.

Jiang Chen nodded. "Since you put it that way, I won’t be polite then."

"It should be so."

Following Zhuang Maobin’s resignation, Jiang Chen became the Commander of the Jian Pavilion Legion.

Jiang Chen surveyed the Legion’s roster. In addition to the original seventeen Divines, there were now twenty more, all of whom were Wanderers. Among them were some familiar faces.

Ancient Sword Spirit? Has this fellow become a Divine too?

Thirty-nine Divines.

Three hundred Demigods.

One hundred and ten thousand Wanderer warriors, all Ninth-Stage Masters...

This lineup was a significant improvement over the original.

The moment Jiang Chen took over as Master of Sword Pavilion, the Legion chat instantly exploded with activity.

"Eh, why has the Master changed?"

"Jiang Chen, the God of Destruction! So, the former Master has returned!"

"The God of Destruction is back! He’s finally back!"

"It really is him, the founder of the Grand River Sword Intent."

"Jiang Chen, I am Ancient Sword Spirit."

Jiang Chen scanned the messages. Well, I’ll be damned. Ancient Sword Spirit, how the hell did you escape the Death God King’s control?