I really became a king.

Piaomiao Pavilion, Piaomiao Peak.

Shichong is the core area of ​​Piaomiao Pavilion. Although it is not the highest mountain, it is the most majestic one. It is surrounded by clouds and mist, giving it a fairyland-like scene.

But at this time, Piaomiao Peak was particularly depressing. All the elders and other high-level officials of Piaomiao Pavilion gathered in the main hall, their faces looking heavy.

"It's been more than a year. Have we been hiding in the mountains forever?" A bearded man looked a little exasperated, with none of his former "immortal" image.

"Yes, are we really going to close the mountain and not go out just because of an order from Kongtong Mountain?" another elder echoed.

There were more than ten elders in the hall, but no one answered their questions. The whole hall was silent. After a while, a voice was heard:
"if not?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in the main seat, Sikong Ming, the current leader of Piaomiao Pavilion.

The helplessness revealed in just three words made the entire hall even more depressing, and even the two people who had opened their mouths to complain kept silent.

Yes, otherwise...

More than a year ago, Prince Yi Jiang Yi descended from Kongtong Mountain and killed nine warriors with one sword under the imperial capital of Dali, which directly suppressed the entire secular sect.

"Well, wait a little longer. Kongtong Mountain is now at its peak. According to the intelligence we have received, the princes of the Dali Dynasty are preparing to submit a petition to request the title of king."

"There's nothing we can do. It's been more than a year, and that Prince Yi hasn't ascended the throne for a long time. How dare those princes of the Dali royal family call themselves 'princes'?"

"What do you think Prince Yi is thinking? Why hasn't he ascended the throne yet?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's related to some plan..."

Si Kongming, the head of Piao Miao Pavilion, sighed: "That person hasn't shown up for more than a year. He's too mysterious and always makes people feel uneasy."

"Not only him, but also those powerful people from Prince Yi's Palace have disappeared for the past year. I don't know what they are busy with..."

Sikong Ming smiled bitterly and said, "This is exactly what I am most worried about. When they show up, there might be another bloody storm."

"Then what should we do? Are we just going to sit here and wait for death?" The others all looked unwilling.

They all vaguely guessed that the strongest people in the lineage of Prince Yi's Mansion were probably in seclusion to break through to the ninth level. When they appeared again, the entire Manghuang Continent would really change.

"If you ask me, we shouldn't have retreated at that time. All of our secular sects should unite and strangle Kongtong Mountain in one fell swoop!" The bearded man had a murderous look on his face.

No one responded to his question. Strangling? That Prince Yi killed nine powerful men with just one strike of his sword. What could their secular sect use to fight back?

Sikong Ming looked at the affectionate expressions of the crowd and sighed secretly.

The secular sects have been living in comfort for too long, including their Piaomiao Pavilion. They have long lost their sharpness and only want to live in comfort and enjoyment. After witnessing Prince Yi's astonishing sword, their first reaction was to retreat.

If all the secular sects at that time could really unite, they might be able to capture Kongtong Mountain.

Of course, the losses would be extremely heavy, and there is even the possibility of failure, but it is better than struggling to survive like this.

Yes, it is to linger on! The secluded sect has lost the opportunity for the last battle. All it can do now is wait, wait for Prince Yi and the powerful people of Prince Yi's palace to break through the mirror and come out.

"Wait a bit, I hope the three ancestors can make some breakthroughs in their retreat..."

Sikong Ming and the others placed their hopes on the ancestors of the sect. The three ancestors were only one step away from the ninth realm. As long as they could break through the mirror during this retreat, the secluded sect would no longer be afraid of Kongtong Mountain. "What is that?"

Sikong Ming wanted to say something else when he suddenly saw a small black dot flying towards Piaomiao Peak rapidly like a meteor.

Everyone in the hall saw this scene, but the speed was too fast. Before they could react, the black light had already entered the hall and hit the plaque in the center with a "bang".

"This is?"

This is the core area of ​​the entire Piaomiao Pavilion. In addition to the protective formation, there are also layers of magical formations for protection. How did someone get in silently?
Everyone looked at the plaque. It was in the shape of an armband, the size of a palm, and pitch black. It had a golden word "Feng" engraved on it, and the sun, moon, and stars were carved around it. It looked like the real thing, looming and extremely vivid.

"This is... Sun and Moon's order!"

Everyone, including Sikong Ming, stood up. They were too familiar with it, because this Sun and Moon Order was originally in the hands of their Piaomiao Pavilion, and was won by Jiang Yi, who was still a county prince.

So they knew very well what the four words "Sun and Moon obey orders" meant, but they appeared here, in the place where they should not appear.

What does this mean? Could it be that the army of Prince Yi's Mansion has already arrived at Piao Miao Pavilion? And Prince Yi himself has come?
"Alas, if it is a blessing, it will not be a disaster. If it is a disaster, it will be unavoidable..."

Just when everyone was wondering, a sigh was heard.

"Ancestor!"

It turned out that the ancestors had come out of retreat, and three of them had come out together. Obviously, they were all alarmed by the Sun and Moon Order.

“Ancestor, do you want to…” An elder looked a little panicked, as if he had seen the scene of Piaomiao Pavilion being surrounded by the army of Prince Yi’s Mansion.

"No need. There is no army from Prince Yi's Mansion. Prince Yi only brought a few personal followers." An old ancestor said slowly.

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as the Yiwang Palace army did not go out. But what did the Yiwang Prince mean by that? He dared to go to the meeting alone with only a few of his followers?

Some people thought of something and their eyes flickered. This seemed to be an opportunity...

But soon, their reverie was interrupted by a voice: "Open the mountain gate, ten miles of Taoist temple, and welcome the King of Kongtong Mountain!"

A ten-mile Taoist temple... this is the highest courtesy offered by a secluded sect, and all the sect protection formations must be closed to welcome the guests within a ten-mile radius.

"Ancestor, why not..." an elder asked anxiously.

The leader of the three ancestors glanced at the people with flickering eyes, feeling indescribable disappointment. After years of comfort and enjoyment, the heyday of Piaomiao Pavilion was reduced to a mere shell, but now it was still unclear about the situation, and such a shallow-minded person could actually become a core leader of the sect.

After this incident, it is time to reorganize the sect.

"The sun and the moon have descended on Piaomiao Peak by order. Don't have any inappropriate thoughts anymore." Sikong Ming said.

Those people just realized then that Piao Miao Pavilion had set up heavy formations and was heavily guarded, but Ri Yue obeyed the order and acted as if no one was around. What did this indicate?
This means that Piaomiao Pavilion, one of the two holy places of the secluded sect, is completely defenseless in the eyes of Prince Yi.

"Let's go, follow me to welcome the king!"

As the nine bells rang, the entire Piao Miao Pavilion began to move. All the disciples of the sect put down their current affairs and rushed to the gate of Piao Miao Pavilion.

All the disciples lined up in a ten-mile formation to welcome him. (End of this chapter)