The myth begins with the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 169 Single Husband
The main peak of Qingcheng.

On the mountains, palaces stand tall and close together.

Under the high dome, Wang Changgao sat in the main seat, and below him were many disciples standing in two rows, all of whose cultivation was above the level of Yuanshen.

"Master, the chaos in the sect has been quelled." The first left-hand disciple stepped out from the crowd and said respectfully.

"I understand,"

Wang Chang nodded, his eyes passing over each face below. What he saw was respect in all of them, but the thoughts hidden underneath were different, and everyone knew it.

"A country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and a sect cannot be without a leader for a day. It just so happens that you are all here this time, so I will appoint a leader as well."

"Just..."

Wang Chang's voice suddenly paused, and he fell silent. He suddenly clenched his fist, then slowly loosened it. In his palm, a pale bone fragment had broken into two pieces.

This is a unique token between him and Zhao Sheng - Zhao Sheng is dead.

Wang Chang looked up at the dome, then looked at the disciples below. There were changes again. Some were nervous, some were expectant, some were indifferent and didn't care. There were all kinds of people.

Seeing Wang's long silence, the disciple who had just spoken winked at the back, and immediately, one of the disciples bravely spoke up: "Master, these past two days, Master... Zhao Sheng, the sect's affairs have been handled by Senior Brother Shouchang, no matter how big or small..."

Shouchang straightened his chest.

"Senior Brother Shouzhuo has already broken through to the third step yesterday, and is now the best of this generation."

Another disciple spoke up and interrupted.

Shouchang turned his head slightly and looked at the ground. The first disciple on the right was Shouzhuo.

"There is no bottleneck between the second and third steps. Senior Brother Shouchang just wants to lay a more solid foundation. It's not that he can't break through. On the contrary, Senior Brother Shouzhuo suppressed his cultivation before, but now he is in a hurry to break through. This..."

Wang Chang heard the noisy crowd and felt it was ironic. Suddenly he felt bored and wanted it to end quickly.

Brother, if you were still here, and saw that you risked your life and sacrificed everything, including your life and reputation, to protect a group of cysticercosis, I wonder if you would regret it.

Wang Chang thought back to the past when his master ascended to heaven and various sects attacked Qingcheng. Every inch of the mountain gate was stained with blood. At that time, Zhao Sheng chose to meet the enemy, but he chose to take a risk and break through in the dark room. Then, he achieved the fairyland, but Zhao Sheng ended up seriously injured.

Although Zhao Sheng became extremely famous in the sect afterwards, his path to the Tao had been cut off. What was the use of fame? It was just a momentary accumulation of emotion, which would eventually be diluted with the passage of time. Only cultivation was real. Zhao Sheng became the headmaster, but he became the sect's supreme leader.

But now, after this time, everything has been sacrificed, and even the reputation has been lost.

Is it worth it, brother?

Wang Chang's eyes were deep, he looked up at the dome again, the sky was infinitely high, since he had embarked on the path of cultivation, he should be idealistic and self-centered, so that he could climb to the highest step by step. The immortal path values ​​private interests and does not allow for fraternity and magnanimity. The road to heaven is just a narrow path, if he wants to go on, he can only become a tyrant!
Thinking of this.

Wang Chang suddenly felt something. The main door of the hall was open, facing him. A gust of wind blew past, brushing away the clouds. A beam of sunlight fell and shone on Wang Chang, covering up the golden light that flashed from the inside out on his body. None of the disciples noticed.

At this moment, Wang Chang was one step closer to the Golden Immortal.

But there was no joy in Wang Chang's heart. I am not heartless. We have supported each other since we were young and studied together. We have been friends for thousands of years, and now Zhao Sheng is dead.

Wang Chang looked towards the corner. Zhao Sheng had been busy with miscellaneous affairs for so many years and had very few disciples, and only one of them had achieved the status of a primordial spirit.

"I think Shouzheng should be appointed as the headmaster." Wang Chang said.

In the corner, in just a few days, the middle-aged Taoist priest who was originally serious and stern has become dazed and haggard. Over the thousands of years, he has been admired in childhood and respected now. However, overnight, the sky fell. The master is such a person.

Rebellion...how is that possible?

There was a lot of noise all around, but suddenly it was quiet for a moment, and then it became even louder.

I am the headmaster?

Shouzheng felt that he must be hallucinating, otherwise how could he hear such unrealistic sounds.

"Master, Zhao Sheng betrayed the sect, and Shouzheng is his only disciple. He might have been involved in it. He is still a criminal, how can he..." Shouchang retorted subconsciously.

Wang Chang raised his eyes slightly, and Shou Chang was forced by his gaze and could not continue speaking.

"I say that upholding the right path is the way to be the leader."

Wang Chang stood up slowly. Although he was not tall, he instantly filled the hall with oppression. He walked down from the high platform step by step and came in front of Shouzheng.

"You have always been upright, I believe you can do a good job as the headmaster."

"Uncle..."

Shouzheng opened his mouth with difficulty, still a little dazed. A feeling of unrealistic absurdity filled his heart, but all this seemed to be true. For a moment, he was full of contradictions.

"Just call me Uncle Master."

Wang Chang said gently, then turned his head and looked coldly at his many disciples. Amidst the silence, his figure faded and slowly disappeared in the hall, and he went into seclusion again.

Brother, this is the last thing I can do for you.

……

Snake entwined peak.

Quexian has gone to the house to recuperate. She was badly injured after being hit by Zhao Sheng, and then she forced her demonic energy to return with the five fairies, which aggravated her injuries. Fortunately, her Yuanshen realm is no longer like the Dan realm, where her magic power is low and she is easily unable to be replenished. She can already use most of the healing pills. With the support of the five fairies, she should be able to recover soon.

Beside the small lake, the White Snake and the Green Snake stayed together. The White Snake's cultivation had greatly improved, and its transformation had become more complete. The upper body under the white robe had completely taken on human form, while the Green Snake still had scales on its body that had not faded, embedded between its skin, but only adding to its seductive charm without affecting its overall beauty at all.

The five fairies stood alone on the other side.

The man and the two monsters were only a dozen feet apart, but they were clearly separated.

"…Thunder is a force of ten thousand kilograms, moving like a rabbit running away, and only then can you hear its sound. I use a talisman to restrain it, but thunder and lightning have no form or appearance…"

Smoke rose slowly and a faint voice was heard from the side. It was the incantation that had not been recited yet.

"... Later disciples, when you control the talisman, you should use your magic power to guide it slowly, first protect yourself, and then hurt the enemy. Don't be hasty..."

The sound paused, and the smoke rose to its highest point, clustering together like a white cloud.

Ding Lin spread out the barrier of his sea of ​​consciousness.

"... then you will hurt others and yourself, and it will be too late to regret..."

The last few words finally came out.

(End of this chapter)