Chapter 293: Unexpected Rebirth, Negotiations at Tianshi MansionHalf past nine in the morning. The headmasters Chunyang and Qingjing, carrying the Fenghoutu, and dozens of their disciples left Wudang by car. Half an hour later, as they passed through a suburb, dark clouds covered the entire sky, with lightning and thunder, and cold winds howling as if ghosts and gods were crying. The originally sunny weather suddenly turned dark and depressing like the night before a rainstorm. There were no more vehicles on the road, only the vast plain. It was terrifyingly silent, and an ominous atmosphere quickly spread. "Oh!" "Squeak-" "Bang!!" Suddenly, sharp stone spikes appeared on the flat ground, puncturing the tires. Six black cars lost control due to inertia and were almost overturned. The drivers frantically stepped on the brakes and steered the wheels and stopped on the roadside. "Oops!" "There's an ambush!!"
Before the elder could say more, he heard several deafening roars suddenly exploding in his ears. Caught off guard, more than 20 disciples with weaker cultivation bases began bleeding from their mouths and noses, their eyeballs rolled back, and they fainted immediately. "call out!!!" “Bang!!” There was another sound of breaking air, and dense black gravel, more ferocious than bullets, pierced all the car windows. The elders present took action one after another, gathering their Qi into a Gang, and resisting hundreds of black stones. A large number of cracks appeared in an instant, and they were almost unable to hold on. "That is.?" The head of Chunyang Sect had a look of astonishment. In front of him appeared four terrifying evil spirits. They were huge in size, like mythical beasts revived from the dead. Amidst the rolling black energy wrapped around their bodies, a skinny figure gradually walked out. The skin on his face was embedded in a rusty iron mask, hiding his true appearance, and his voice was old and hoarse. "Everyone, now that you have Feng Hou, why don't you let me have a glimpse of her?" "If you are willing to let go, I will not harm your lives." "Who the hell are you?!" Master Qingjing shouted sternly, and the whisk in his hand suddenly emitted starlight, ready for a fierce battle. The old master of Tiebanxian Sect, the head of Chunyang Sect, also showed expressions of fear. The strength of the four evil spirits was far beyond their imagination. They were even close to the stage of regenerating flesh and blood. Their faint breathing made their hands and feet numb. Perhaps on a whim, the old man played a horrifying joke on everyone. "Zhou Sheng." "You, you beast?!" Upon hearing this, the head of Chunyang Sect became furious, drew his sword, and joined forces with everyone to besiege him. "it's me." The old man let out a chilling laugh, he opened his mouth slightly, and the four ferocious evil spirits were swallowed into his body in an instant, and his Qi energy skyrocketed to a terrifying level.
"who are you?!" The old leader of the Tiebanxian sect, his heart was pounding and his face was pale. He had just secretly told fortunes but couldn't get any useful information. "Buzz!" The figure of the old man suddenly disappeared like a phantom mist. When he reappeared, he bypassed the obstruction of the crowd and was only a few inches away from the old sect leader. He raised his hand as fast as lightning, grabbed the throat in an instant, and activated the secret skill, Soul Devouring. "what!!!" The old head of the Tiebanxian sect let out a sharp roar, his soul trembled violently inside his body, and broke into countless particles. From his five skinny and sharp fingers like eagle claws, a strange suction force came out like a whirlpool collapse, which swallowed up all the soul light in an instant. "Pfft!" "boom!!" The headmasters Chunyang and Qingjing joined forces to fight back. A ray of starlight swept down by the whisk firmly imprisoned his body to restrain him. The next moment, the sharp sword with pure yang energy pierced through the old man's heart. "Gurgling gurgling" Sticky black qi came out of the wound. It was a fatal blow, but he didn't even try to dodge. The two masters were shocked to see that the opponent's strength was definitely far above theirs. "Pfft!" Suddenly, a demonic sound filled his head, causing unbearable pain. The head of Chunyang Sect was injured and his steps were shaky. The old man didn't even give him a chance to react, and then used ruthless tactics, first hitting him in the abdomen with a palm, shattering the protective qi and causing him to spit out blood, and then snatched the Fenghoutu in his arms. "boom!--" The burst of Qi shocked the whole audience. The head of Chunyang Sect was knocked back dozens of meters like a cannonball and crashed into the car. The door was severely dented and deformed. His limbs were almost broken and the blood from the corners of his mouth dyed his clothes red. The rest did not dare to move rashly. They became timid and began to retreat at a certain distance. "Wow——!" The old man ignored them, turned into black mist, and walked away. After surviving the disaster, Master Qingjing was in great fear, his eyes looked somewhat gloomy, and he could not make up his mind for a moment whether it was Wudang who did it. "Master!!" "Uncle Master!!" Everyone rushed to check on Master Chunyang's condition and called for help. The Tianshi Mansion far away in Longhu Mountain, the Suishan School, Namo School, and Huashan School came together to denounce Zhang Chulan, who had become the new Tianshi and had been practicing for less than a month. A crowd of disciples and elders surrounded the guest hall, and many high-ranking disciples in the Tianshi Mansion were not allowed to enter. Zhang Lingyu, Rong Shan and several other older disciples of Zhang Zhiwei were also waiting outside. They looked solemn, especially Zhang Lingyu. Whenever he thought of the disaster caused by Zhang Chulan's ancestors, which implicated his own master, he felt very annoyed. In the hall with the doors tightly closed, leaders of many sects gathered, not only the three Quanzhen sects, but also the Lingbao, Shangqing, Shenxiao, Qingwei and other sects of Zhengyi came to mediate. This was the first time that Zhang Chulan, who was only 19 years old, faced such a situation.
He sat next to the two masters, his palms sweating, his lips pale, he couldn't control his panic, and his nerves were extremely tense. Tian Jinzhong didn't say anything, but just patted the back of his hand gently, indicating that he should stay calm and not panic. This day will eventually come. Since the secret can no longer be kept, just face it calmly. No matter how bad the situation is, there are still my brothers watching here. We can't really let outsiders kill this stupid boy, right? Zhang Chulan's heart was still pounding. He looked into those pairs of cold eyes and felt a chill on the back of his head. Sitting opposite the grandfather and grandson, there were 14 white-haired and gray-faced masters from various sects. They looked solemn, and the old master of the Huashan Sect was the first to ask a question: "Master, excuse me for asking, are you helping your relatives or your husband in this matter?" "How can you help your relatives but not the people?" Zhang Zhiwei responded calmly: "I understand your feelings. How do you want to deal with this child? Just tell me clearly." "Okay, three o'clock." "1. Return the two unique skills of Tongtian Lu and Qi Body Origin Flow." “2. Abolish Zhang Chulan’s position as Heavenly Master and pass it on to others.” "3. Expelled from the Tianshi Mansion." The old man's voice was not loud, but Zhang Chulan was frightened when he heard it. He could not forget the sniper that his master had told him about some time ago. He also looked at the sniper rifle, which was a truly powerful thing. Especially this morning, he was woken up by Rong Shan in his sleep. When he saw the video shown by his master, he was terrified. It turned out that the person who killed him was an elder who was sworn brothers with Feng Zhenghao and his grandfather. Zhang Chulan was really scared. He had no way of defeating these huge forces. Without the blessing of the Tongtian Talisman and the source of Qi body, it was impossible for the company to use all its resources to protect him. Letting him leave the Tianshi Mansion would undoubtedly be a dead end. Just when he was distracted, Zhang Zhiwei made a statement: "I can give you the magic skill back, but the second and third items are not negotiable." "As a senior brother, I admit that what Zhang Huaiyi did was heretical and against the will of heaven and earth. If he were still alive, you could kill him or chop him up as you please, and I would never interfere." "As for this child, he does not deserve to be executed, nor is he guilty." Faced with the old Taoist priest's attitude of trying his best to protect Zhang Chulan, the head of Suishan Sect frowned unhappily, and his beard was twisted into a knot. "But Heavenly Master, don't you think it's inappropriate to let this child succeed the Heavenly Master?" "Yes, in your opinion, he is him and Zhang Huaiyi is Zhang Huaiyi, but you let the descendant of a thief become the new Heavenly Master. Not to mention whether other factions of your Zhengyi Sect will have doubts, and whether your disciples and grandchildren will be dissatisfied, isn't your decision a disgrace to our sect?" "." Seeing that he was very emotional, Zhang Zhiwei sighed and said nothing, letting him continue. "We had already discussed this when we got here. Those three conditions are the bottom line of our biggest concessions out of respect for you and the Tianshi Mansion. We can't give up any more." The head of Huashan was firm in his attitude, and the leaders of other factions also added pressure, resulting in a stalemate. Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "But I have arranged a transfer ceremony after the conference. "For at least ten years, he will not be able to pass on the teachings again. If we drive him down the mountain and let him die, it will not only be unethical, but also cut off the thousand-year inheritance of our Tianshi Mansion. No matter what, I will not agree to it." The powerful words made the anxious Zhang Chulan feel as if he had suddenly found support. A strong desire to survive arose in his heart, but the desire to survive was mixed with a strong sense of guilt. He had never thought that his background would bring so much trouble to the Tianshi Mansion. "." The whole room was silent. This was related to the inheritance of Mount Longhu. If the Heavenly Master did not let Zhang Chulan go down the mountain, then they would have no way to take this boy away by force.
The headmaster of the Suishan sect saw through the old Taoist's intentions and said coldly: "Then it's as you say, Heavenly Master. Ten years! Is that enough time for him to 'transmit the truth'?" "Well, I'm old and my memory is not good." Zhang Zhiwei lowered his head and sighed, smiling bitterly: "After you reminded me of this, I just remembered that it takes not ten years but fifteen years to be solid. If the Heavenly Master Degree is not solidified, it will damage the inheritance." "Are you kidding me?" The head of Suishan Sect's face turned pale. If Zhang Chulan was allowed to be the Heavenly Master for fifteen years, with the connections he had accumulated, he would have plenty of ways to exonerate himself. "This is about inheritance, how can we treat it as a joke?" Zhang Zhiwei adjusted his long sleeves and said solemnly: "I will not agree to your second and third requests today." "If there is room for negotiation, we will do it fifteen years later. If there is no room for negotiation, then there will be no negotiation. I will return the child to you. At that time, it will be up to you whether you want to leave or stay." "." The masters looked at each other, began to exchange opinions, and finally unanimously decided: "Okay, fifteen years." (End of this chapter)