People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

As soon as the Hua Sect's Great Elder finished speaking, an overwhelming wave of cheers suddenly erupted in the square.

The disciples of the Hua Sect, wearing pink and purple skirts, gathered like a tide, with countless eyes focused on the white-robed figure in the field, and shouted in unison, shaking the clouds and mist: "Greetings, Master Sect Master!"

Amid the rising and falling waves of sound, the smoke and debris that had not yet been cleared from the cracks between the bluestone slabs rustled, as if cheering for the new master's ascension to the throne.

The elders and deacons of the Hua Sect surrounding the square also had their robes fluttering as they bowed in greeting, with ripples of fighting spirit appearing wherever their wide sleeves passed.

Those Hua Sect disciples who had not yet made their mark were even more respectful in their manners. They all knelt on the ground, their foreheads almost touching the still warm stone slabs, and their fingertips unconsciously dug into the mottled cracks on the ground. Those were the marks left by the recent battle, but now they became witnesses to the coronation of the new Sect Master.

In the audience, the guests who came from afar woke up as if from a dream. They had just been distracted by the earth-shaking battle between Xiao Ling and the Demon Flower Evil King. Looking at the grand coronation scene in the arena, they came back to their senses.

Regardless of the identity of the guests or which sect they came from, they all stood up from their seats, their sleeves fluttering, and applause came in waves like a spring tide.

For a moment, applause, discussions and cheers from Hua Zong disciples intertwined together, echoing over the square for a long time.

Xiao Ling looked at Han Yue, who was the center of everyone's attention. She saw her white clothes rustling in the mountain breeze, and the jade pendant inherited from the Flower Lady on her waist glowed softly, reflecting the starlight in her eyes.

He quietly clenched the delicate hand in his palm, but found that the palm was already covered with sweat.

"What's the matter, nervous?"

Xiao Ling tilted his head and couldn't help but ask with a low laugh.

Han Yue looked up at him, her eyes red but her smile bright: "A little, but more of it is joy."

Her voice was mixed in with the cheers, but it was clearly heard by Xiao Ling. "Being able to stand here side by side with you makes me feel very satisfied and happy. I am able to fulfill the instructions of Senior Granny Hua. In the future, I will do my best to protect the Hua Sect..."

Xiao Ling's lips curled up into a gentle smile, and he reached out and gently put his arm around Han Yue's shoulders, his tone casual yet with unquestionable certainty:
"You don't have to shoulder all the responsibilities yourself. Don't forget that I'm always behind you. I have some foundation in Zhongzhou now, and I'm also a powerful figure. I can help you in many ways. I can't say anything else, but I can more than support you, the new leader of the Hua Sect."

Han Yue looked up at Xiao Ling, a faint smile spreading across the corners of her eyes. She patted his chest lightly with her slender hand and shook her head in a helpless manner: "I knew you were going to tease me with this."

Having said that, a warm feeling spread in his chest. The nervousness and uneasiness he had just felt during the coronation quietly turned into a warm current in Xiao Ling's familiar tone.

She stroked the jade pendant on her waist with her fingertips, and when she looked up, her eyes flickered: "But if it weren't for you, how could I have been so successful this time? In the future, when I govern the Hua Sect... I will have to rely on the famous Master Xiao Ling, please give me your guidance."

There was a hint of playfulness at the end of her voice, and before she finished speaking, she raised her hand to straighten his collar that was messed up by the wind. Her fingertips inadvertently brushed the side of his neck, causing a slight itch.

Xiao Ling's azure eyes curved into crescents, with teasing and tenderness flowing in his eyes. He leaned forward slightly, staring at Han Yue, and spoke in a clear voice with a smile:

"Then I will have to ask the Hua Sect Master to take care of me in the future. If you have any orders, I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Hua Jin was supported by two Hua Sect disciples, his body shaky.

She looked at the backs of the people from the Tianming Sect carrying the seriously injured Demon Flower Evil Lord away, and then turned her gaze to the center of the square.

Xiao Ling and Han Yue stood leaning against each other. The cheers and blessings around them seemed like a crown tailor-made for them. Her bloody fingertips dug deeply into the disciple's sleeve, and the blood beads seeping from the gaps between her nails quietly stained the other's lavender clothes.

The envy bubbling in his eyes was like boiling poison, burning her heart.

Once upon a time, she also thought that she could stand at the pinnacle of power and stand shoulder to shoulder with the strong.

But now, everything is in vain. "Alas, maybe this is my fate, Han Yue, oh Han Yue, to have such a good man by my side, I'm afraid there will be no woman in this world who will not envy you from now on..."

She murmured to herself, her voice hoarse and broken, filled with deep resentment and self-mockery.

The disciple beside him spoke cautiously: "Elder, you are seriously injured now, why don't we go back and heal first."

Hua Jin nodded slightly, and the moment she turned around, her tattered scarlet skirt swept across the scorched earth, raising a few wisps of dust.

Her back looked thin and lonely, which was out of tune with the festive atmosphere around her.

No one cared about her staggering figure, just like no one cared about her shattered ambitions and dreams, which were completely reduced to dust in this contest of power and strength.

On the white jade platform on the east side of the square, Mu Qingluan's slender jade fingers suddenly tightened, looking at the two people cuddling intimately in the field, and the corners of her rouge-red lips curled up in disdain:
"Damn it, Senior Brother is such a playboy! It's fine if it's Sister Xiao Yixian and Qinglin, but when he came to Huazong, an old lover showed up? I should have followed him on this trip earlier! It really makes me upset for no reason..."

There was a hint of unwarranted annoyance at the end of her mumbling complaints, and even the pearl hairpins on her temples swayed rapidly.

Han Xue beside her seemed not to hear anything. She gently pressed her chest with her white fingertips and looked at Han Yue, who was now being admired by countless Hua Zong disciples. She felt extremely gratified.

The breeze lifted her moon-white shawl and brushed the gentle curve of her lips: "Sister finally got what she wanted and became the real leader of the Flower Sect."

She murmured, her voice filled with the relief of having her long-cherished wish fulfilled, "If Senior Granny Hua knew about this in the afterlife, she would be relieved."

Mu Qingluan turned her head when she heard that, and when she saw the sincere joy in Han Xue's eyes, she couldn't help but blink.

She placed her delicate jade fingers on her chin, tilted her head to look at this new friend she had just met, and asked in confusion, "Aren't you jealous? That's the position of the leader of the Hua Sect. How many people are fighting for it. To be in charge of a powerful force, he is also a well-known figure in Zhongzhou..."

"I just want my sister to be safe and happy." Han Xue interrupted her, her eyes following Han Yue's figure.
"Compared to our previous friendship, the position of the Hua Sect's leader is nothing. Being able to be with my sister and our loved ones by our side is the real perfection." As the words fell, the sound of Hua Sect's disciples shouting "Sect Leader" happened to be heard again. Han Xue looked at Han Yue who was surrounded by people, raised her hand and gently wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, her smile was more moving than the sunset in the sky.

Mu Qingluan listened to Han Xue's trembling but gratifying words, and gently tapped the jade flute on her palm. A rare sigh appeared in her eyes: "Such pure friendship is really rare in the world."

She looked at Han Yue's figure surrounded by people, and her tone was unconsciously tinged with a bit of regret. "In our Warcraft family, the change of power has always been determined by whether the claws and fangs are sharp enough. It is very common for brothers to kill each other and fathers and sons to turn against each other in order to fight for status and rights in the family."

As she was speaking, Mu Qingluan suddenly froze, and her folding fan fell onto the jade table. Her pale blue pupils suddenly widened, staring at Han Xue's tearful smile, and her voice rose a few notches: "Wait - you just said 'your beloved'? What do you mean by that? You you are..."

Due to the excitement, even the tail end of her voice trembled involuntarily when she spoke these words. She looked at Han Xue's blushing cheeks, and the tips of her ears trembled uncontrollably. "Didn't you say that Xiao Ling was your sister's partner? How come you two are together? What's going on with you guys?"

When Han Xue saw the shock written in Mu Qingluan's wide-open pupils, she realized that she had just revealed all the secrets in her heart in a hurry, and her earlobes instantly turned red.

She twisted her handkerchief in panic, her fingertips trembling slightly: "You, you heard wrong! I'm just... just happy that my sister has ascended to the position of clan leader!"

Before she finished her words, she glanced guiltily at Han Yue who was standing side by side with Xiao Ling in the field. Her throat tightened and even her neck turned suspiciously red.

However, Han Xue's panicked and evasive appearance was undoubtedly the most straightforward consent in Mu Qingluan's eyes.

Her beautiful eyes trembled violently, her slender fingertips dug deep into her palms, and after a while she squeezed out a voice from between her teeth: "You are so good, Xiao Ling!"

Before she finished her words, she slammed her bare hands on the jade table, causing the tea in the cup to spill out, leaving hideous marks between the carved wood grain.

She stood up suddenly, her skirt sweeping the teacup off the table. The sound of porcelain breaking was mixed with gnashing curses: "Brother is such a bad guy, he actually attacked a pair of sisters at the same time, damn it, damn it, damn it! I will never talk to you again!"

When she got excited, the accessories in her hair shook violently, and a few strands of black hair fell on her cheeks, making her eyes look even more wide-open. She looked angry and anxious, just like a little animal with its fur standing on end.

Han Xue looked at Mu Qingluan who was angrily throwing her sleeves, and the corners of her lips twitched uncontrollably.

She raised her hand to support her forehead, looked at the sky full of rosy clouds outside the railing of the high platform, and finally shook her head helplessly.

A light sigh escaped from his throat, and with a somewhat knowing smile: "It seems that Brother Xiao Ling has accumulated a lot of peach blossom debts in Zhongzhou over the years."

Her eyes fell on Mu Qingluan's ears, which were red from anger, and a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes.
"I think this senior sister from Xingyun Pavilion has really fallen in love with Brother Xiao Ling. Her attraction to girls is still as strong as it was in the past."

In an instant, nine glass-like fireworks exploded in the sky, and the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple spread layer by layer, dyeing Han Yue's white clothes into flowing rays of light.

Her figure standing in mid-air was outlined with a sacred contour by the dazzling light. The faint light emitted by the jade pendant inherited from the Hua Sect on her waist complemented the fireworks, as if a goddess had descended to the earth on the galaxy.

"Master! Master!" The cheers of the Hua Sect's disciples made the tiles on the square rustle. Hundreds of people took off the jade bells from their waists and shook them vigorously. The sound of the silver bells and the cheers that came one after another surged like waves.

Amidst the flying petals and flowing lights, Xiao Ling raised his hand to brush away the fallen petals from Han Yue's shoulders. He looked at the light dancing in the eyes of the person in his arms, and suddenly remembered the graceful figure when he first met her in Canaan College. How could she have imagined at that time that one day she would be clad in the glow of the sunset and take charge of this majestic Flower Sect?
As the last wisp of fireworks dissipated into the night, this thrilling power transition finally came to an end.

Deep inside the Huazong Mountain Gate, the two women looked at each other at the same time. They could see some surprise in each other's expressions. The seven-hearted crabapple that had been silent for a hundred years suddenly blossomed, and its pink and white petals swept across the entire valley with the wind, as if to announce something.

The legendary chapter belonging to Han Yue and Hua Zong is slowly unfolding a new page, surrounded by the starry sky.

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Under the orderly leadership of the Hua Sect's elders, the rituals for Han Yue's succession as the Sect Leader were completed one by one.

When Han Yue took the sect leader's jade seal engraved with nine lotus flowers in both hands, the morning bells and evening drums rang out simultaneously, echoing throughout the entire Huazong valley.

As the last wisp of incense dissipated in the bronze tripod, the ceremony that had been prepared for months finally came to an end, announcing that Han Yue had officially become the new leader of the Hua Sect.

This woman in white, who was once unknown in Zhongzhou, is now wearing a brocade robe embroidered with gold flowers, and her every move shows the demeanor of a clan leader.

In just half a day, Han Yue's transformation from an unknown elder of the Hua Sect to the leader of one of the two sects in Zhongzhou amazed all the guests in the square.

Everyone knows that once today's guests have dispersed, the news of this shocking battle and the change of sect leader will spread like an arrow from a bow, with Hua Sect as the center, to all parts of Zhongzhou.

It is not difficult to imagine that before long, in the future, this shocking scene will become a topic of discussion among people in the streets, alleys, teahouses and taverns across Zhongzhou.

Of course, in addition to the grand ceremony of Han Yue's succession as the leader of the Hua Sect, Xiao Ling, the famous alchemy master in Zhongzhou, showed up to support him. The close relationship between the two also became the focus of attention of this event.

As everyone knows, Xiao Ling has created miracles in alchemy in recent years. Countless sects and forces have been vying to make friends with him. His handsome demeanor and outstanding strength have attracted the hearts of countless women.

Now that he has no reservations about supporting this Miss Han Yue, this move will naturally become the most talked-about topic.

It can be imagined that when the news spreads, those women who have a crush on Xiao Ling will probably be heartbroken by this unexpected "affair", and the secret rumors about the two will surely set off a new wave of heated discussions in Zhongzhou.

Let’s leave these troubles for later. After Han Yue completed the ceremony of succession to the position of sect leader, Xiao Ling was not in a hurry to leave.

He brought Mu Qingluan with him and asked Han Xue and Han Yue to arrange a temporary residence for them in Huazong, as if they were going to stay there permanently.

The announcement to the outside world was naturally to discuss the cooperation between Xingyun Pavilion and Huazong, but in fact, the real purpose was not to discuss the cooperation. After many years of separation, those unspoken concerns and longings accumulated day and night, how could they be expressed in a few words?
If Xiao Ling could not stay in Huazong for half a month and reminisce with the two of them, he would be reluctant to leave every step he took out of the mountain gate... (End of this chapter)