The disciples of Danqing Palace frowned when they heard this, feeling uncomfortable. Now that the eldest senior sister was not here, the second senior brother Lingdeng had become the backbone of the group. They all looked towards Ling Deng who was standing in the front, but at this time, Ling Deng could only smile bitterly and signaled them to be patient. How could he not know about Zhi Chunqiu's wolfish ambitions... But now, it was clear that the other three halls were already in collusion, and their Danqing Hall was weak. Even if they raised objections, it would not have the slightest effect, but would instead put the disciples in the hall into a disadvantageous position. The Red Fire Hall Master looked around, especially at the Danqing Hall, and asked, "What do you think?" He already knew in his heart that more than one-third of those below were his own people, the rest were neutral fence-sitters, and some were incapable of opposing. The rest of the things happened naturally. Zhi Chunqiu, who was still facing the wall to reflect on his mistakes, was welcomed out by everyone as the acting headmaster. It took only a little over ten days for him to go from a "prisoner" without a job to a "acting headmaster" with a glorious reputation. Zhi Chunqiu smiled as he walked past the people from the Danqing Palace who were bowing to him. Looking at the huge crowd in front of him who were bending down, he felt that the dream he had been dreaming for hundreds of years was right before his eyes. Ling Yao's whereabouts are still unknown, Sheng'e is seriously injured and dying, and the position of the headmaster is already in his pocket. As for the Biluo Mansion, he will use the excuse of revenge for Sheng'e to eliminate them all...
- in the bedroom. Sheng'e opened his eyes, slowly sat up, and let out a long sigh. "It's really hard for me, my old self, to still act..." Ling Yao, who was sitting next to him, said, "Master, I saw you laughing secretly." "..." Sheng'e lay down again, turned over, covered himself with the quilt, and stopped talking. Liu Yuan sat at the table, chewing an apple, and said leisurely, "Little Phoenix has met Yuan Hongli and the others. The Phoenix lineage is in trouble, and as the Lord of the Vermillion Bird, she has to go and solve it. She should leave for Fusang Sea soon." Ling Yao glanced at him and suddenly asked in a strange tone, "Why do you look so happy? Ling Guang is leaving, shouldn't you feel disappointed?" That's because you don't understand my pain. Although the eldest sister fully understood Liu Yuan's first level of lust, she did not expect that Little Phoenix was at the fifth level in this regard. "Ahem, how could that be? Although I am reluctant to leave, Lord Suzaku is still very far away. I am even happier that you are right beside me now, within my reach." Liu Yuan reached out and held Ling Yao's hand, looked at her, and squeezed the senior sister's soft and boneless little hand. Ling Yao's ears suddenly turned red. "Cough! Cough! Cough!" The seriously injured Master Sheng'e didn't know where his wound was touched, and he suddenly started coughing violently. Liu Yuan shamelessly continued to hold the hand of the senior sister, and said nonchalantly: "Now, we just need to wait. Zhi Chunqiu will send himself to death." Chapter 348: There is only one Yuxu Sect Master in my heart Zhi Chunqiu stood in front of the water mirror, slowly adjusting his clothes, carefully and meticulously smoothing out every wrinkle.
The person reflected in the mirror was wearing a tall hat and a wide belt, looking solemn and dignified. His eyes fell on the sword at his waist. The sword body is simple and decorated with cloud patterns and sword tassels. It is the Xuanshu Sword, the sword worn by the successive leaders of the Yuxu Taoist sect. It took seven hundred years, and finally...finally he had waited for this day! The person in the mirror had a smug smile on his face, but it seemed a little distorted because of restraint. But soon, Zhi Chunqiu stopped suppressing himself and began to laugh softly, and finally laughed louder and louder. This is what he deserves, why can't he laugh? The position of the headmaster should have been his for seven hundred years. Obviously, he was the most outstanding and capable one among all his fellow disciples at that time, but before leaving, Ding Huan handed the position of headmaster to Sheng'e. He wasted seven hundred years in vain. He is not reconciled! During these seven hundred years, he watched Sheng'e do nothing as the head sect leader and remain complacent. As a result, the Yuxu Taoist sect showed signs of decline and was no longer worthy of the title of the largest sect in Central China. Taiqing Pavilion, Zhiku Temple, Tianbao Pavilion, Jiange... the power of other sects expanded rapidly in the past seven hundred years, and their reputations and strengths gradually became comparable to Yuxu. How many times had he looked at the back of the man in front of him, thinking - If only it were him...how great it would be. Zhi Chunqiu restrained his smile, brushed his sleeves, turned around, opened the door, and walked from the darkness to the light. Outside the door is the main hall where all important ceremonies of the Yuxu Taoist sect are held. The towering stairs lead up one after another, with rows of disciples standing solemnly. The elders, hall masters, and representatives of various factions who come to watch the ceremony each stand in their own positions in an orderly manner. At the top is the throne of the headmaster, and overlooking the square outside the hall, the eight hundred preaching steles stand tall and majestic. Each preaching stele represents a great figure who has made outstanding contributions to the history of Yuxu Taoism, reached the pinnacle of Taoism, deduced his own skills, and imprinted them on the stele for disciples to study. The ceremony of rubbing the preaching stele is held every hundred years, and it is almost a convention that the preaching stele that causes the strongest resonance among other steles will become the next headmaster. Among them is the preaching monument erected by Sheng'e. But this is a joke! Because Ding Huan held a stele rubbing ceremony before he left, with his support, only Sheng'e copied the stele! How unfair! But now, let him correct this injustice. Zhi Chunqiu walked up to the position of the headmaster step by step, stroked the armrest, turned around and sat down, looking excitedly at the crowd of people below who saluted him loudly. "Meet the Master." "Meet the Acting Master." The harsh and discordant sound made Zhi Chunqiu frown. He looked up and saw that it was the envoy from Jiange.
The man looked him straight in the eye and gave him a strange smile. Humph, Jiange. Among the many sects, Taiqing Pavilion, which is also a Taoist sect, poses the greatest threat to the Yuxu Taoist sect, but Jiange is also one of the most powerful ones in recent years, especially because of their dense network of contacts in various sects. Jiange itself cannot accomplish anything great, but if one wants to support a certain sect, it is the best aid and must be guarded against. In that case, I will start with you... Zhi Chunqiu sneered in his heart and gestured to start. The emcee came on stage and recited the fixed formula of praise and glorification. These tedious procedures seemed to be equally lengthy no matter which sect they were in, but in the Yuxu Hall, the silence of the disciples below seemed like the quiet before a storm. Finally, the final ceremony arrived. Zhi Chunqiu stood up, walked down with his hands behind his back, and said, "Now, the current headmaster of my Yuxu Dao Sect is in danger of death. The demon from the Biluo Mansion is extremely vicious and actually used demonic energy as poison. There is no antidote for the drug. I'm afraid he won't survive these few days. Alas, I was given the task in a time of crisis, but the current situation is urgent. Therefore, I am willing to take on the position of headmaster and am determined to turn the tide and save Yuxu from collapse. I wonder... do you have any opinions?" What he said was pure nonsense, because no one cared, but just like calling a horse a deer, he now wanted to see if those who had opinions about him dared to jump out, and these thorns... he had plenty of time to slowly smooth them over. It would be a pity if there is no one to share the joy and pride in your heart. But Zhi Chunqiu waited for a long time, but no one spoke. He said with regret: "You really don't have any objection?" "Something's wrong!" An elder suddenly stumbled over and knelt down excitedly: "I have an urgent matter to report!" The master of Fusong Hall knew it was someone from his side and scolded, "Why can't we wait until the ceremony of preaching and rubbing the stele is over?" The elder swallowed his saliva and said, "Palace Master, Master, the White Tiger has appeared!" "what?!" "how is this possible?" "Hasn't the White Tiger disappeared for a thousand years?" "Yes, it is rumored that the saint took it away. Why is it now... could it be that the saint wants to do something?" "What is going on? First, Zhan Hai Lou sent out an envoy, and then the White Tiger appeared. This world... is really going to change." There was an uproar in the hall. Zhi Chunqiu's pupils shrank and he asked, "What's going on?" The elder said quickly: "The white tiger appeared in the southwest of Zhongzhou and is heading towards my Yuxu Dao Sect..." The White Tiger is responsible for killing. Zhi Chunqiu thought of this sentence, and for some reason he suddenly felt ominous in his heart, and asked: "Why would the White Tiger come to my Yuxu Dao Sect?"
The elder was about to speak when he suddenly opened his eyes wide and stammered, "Master, Master..." "Zhi Chunqiu, don't worry about the White Tiger, just take care of yourself first." An old voice sounded. Zhi Chunqiu turned around suddenly and saw Sheng'e, who was supposed to be lying on the bed dying, standing in a corner of the hall. The old man was wearing plain clothes, but his face was ruddy, his eyes were sparkling, his gaze was sharp, and he looked healthy. He strode over and waved his whisk. The strong aura of the Tribulation Period spread out, covering the hall. Everyone present knew this Yuxu Sect Master so well that they couldn't be more familiar with him. The question is...how come he is fine again? ! Everyone was stunned and talked a lot, but they consciously made way for each other. Sheng'e said in a low voice, "Zhi Chunqiu colluded with the evil spirits of Biluo Mansion, not only did he secretly harm me, he also wanted to put me to death, framed Ling Yao, killed more than 80 disciples, and even intended to take away the position of Yuxu Sect Leader. He deserves death and his crime is unforgivable!" He took out a photo stone: "Here is the evidence of everything he discussed with the Lord of Biluo Mansion!" Spiritual power is stimulated and images are played. Then, a cold female voice came again: "There are witnesses and evidence, Zhi Chunqiu, what else do you have to say?" When everyone looked over, they saw a cold and beautiful Taoist nun in black reaching out and pushing a disheveled man in black forward. Also falling to the ground was a pitch-black dagger wrapped in demonic energy. "Isn't that the 'Shadow Blade' of the Biluo Mansion? This is the third-ranked killer!" "Ling Yao! She is not dead after all!" "Fairy Lingyao is as charming as ever..." Zhi Chunqiu's expression changed drastically, staring at Sheng'e: "I didn't expect..." Sheng'e sighed in his heart, but sneered on his face: "When you killed more than 80 disciples on Hualing River, did you ever think about today?" Zhi Chunqiu turned around and shouted: "He has been possessed by the demons, what are you waiting for?!" Immediately, the Lord of the Red Fire Hall was the first to respond. He gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you hear what the Master said?! The demons are invading, attack!" As soon as he finished speaking, the messenger from the Sword Pavilion next to him suddenly drew out his sword. Flames burst out from the black sword blade, and red lotuses blossomed in the void. The flames twisted into arrows and attacked him violently in the horrified eyes of the Red Fire Palace Master. The Lord of the Red Fire Palace watched helplessly as a group of disciples fell down. Then, he saw a flash of sword in front of his eyes, felt his vision tilted, and then he lost consciousness. “Palace Master!!!” The remaining disciples of the Red Fire Hall were horrified and looked at the envoy from the Sword Pavilion. "you you……" The Sword Pavilion envoy stretched out his hand and the long sword flew over. He said leisurely: "There is only one Yuxu Sect Master in my heart. She didn't speak. Aren't you just talking nonsense with your eyes open? Since you don't have a brain, there is no need for this head to exist."
Chapter 349: Liu Yuan, is this also part of your calculation? The so-called Sword Pavilion Envoy who killed the Lord of the Red Fire Palace with this sword was naturally Liu Yuan. With Duan Lanruo's arrangement, replacing the identity of a Jiange envoy was a very simple matter. The battle for the position of the leader of Yuxu Taoist sect was such an important and dangerous matter that he naturally could not be absent from the scene to control the situation, so he changed his appearance and hid in the queue in the hall. Even if this operation is almost certain to succeed, since it concerns Ling Yao, we have to do our best.