Ever since his battle with Tang San, Lin Chen's name had spread across the entire Douluo Continent like a thunderclap.
Tales such as "a Soul Saint battling a Titled Douluo," "a colossal dharma form," "three thousand laws," and "suppressing Void Ruin" were embellished by storytellers in taverns until they grew ever more fantastical.
Some said he was a heavenly god descended to the mortal world. Some said he was the reincarnation of the Creator God. Some said a single word from him had made the Heaven Dou Imperial City's guards kneel all over the ground.
By the end, even Lin Chen himself found the stories absurd.
But one thing was true: Lin Chen was powerful—so powerful that even Titled Douluos could do nothing to him. So powerful that the Divine Kings of the Divine Realm had personally sent down a divine decree for him.
Once that news spread, the hearts of countless young women across the continent began to stir along with those legends.
There were already few outstanding young men of true strength among the younger generation of soul masters. Those who were both strong and handsome were even rarer.
Yet Lin Chen possessed both qualities, and to an outrageous extent.
A Soul Saint with seven Nine-Colored Soul Rings, an inheritor of the Creator God's Inheritance, a man rumored to one day ascend to godhood.
With such an identity, combined with that sharply defined, handsome face that carried both elegance and edge, he had practically become the ideal dream lover for every lovestruck young woman.
It was said that several noble ladies in Spirit City had already made it known that, if Lin Chen were willing, they would immediately bring their dowries and marry into his household.
Lin Chen did not care much about those rumors.
At that moment,