Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 207 Farewell, Left Sect Leader...

After much deliberation, Zhao Zhen finally decided to accept this "generous gift".

"Since you, Master Zuo, have said so, then this junior will not refuse any longer."

After saying that, Zhao Zhen carefully put away the paper in her hand.

This is a triple rebirth technique. Even if it can't reach the heavens, in Zhao Zhen's eyes it is a technique that is in no way inferior to the Eight Extraordinary Techniques!
Don't underestimate these few pages of paper; once they circulate, they could quickly lead to another "Jiashen Rebellion"!
On the other side, after seeing Zhao Zhen accept the Triple Rebirth Technique, Zuo Ruotong finally smiled.

"Thank you."

"Master Zuo, you flatter me," Zhao Zhen replied respectfully, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

“Now I can finally relax. Alright, little one, go and call Jin’er in for me. I can sense that he’s been outside the whole time and hasn’t gone far.”

"Yes."

Zhao Zhen nodded, taking one last look at the aged figure before leaving.

This old man dedicated his last bit of energy to the Trinity Sect, even until his death.

Even if he didn't actually have supernatural powers, in Zhao Zhen's heart, he was no different from a real immortal!
"Master Zuo, may you rest in peace..."

After silently reciting the mantra in his mind, Zhao Zhen slowly withdrew from the cave.

Upon exiting the cave, Zhao Zhen indeed spotted Lu Jin's figure not far away.

"Old Zhao, how is Master?"

Zhao Zhen gave Lu Jin a deep look, then said with a complicated expression, "Go in, the Left Sect Master will summon you."

"okay!"

Watching Lu Jin's hurried figure, Zhao Zhen also let out a long sigh.

He did not leave Sanyi Gate directly, but chose to stay inside Sanyi Gate.

After giving Lu Jin a private talk, Zuo Ruotong walked out of the cave with Lu Jin's help.

At the end of his life, he summoned all the disciples of the San Yi Sect.

Inside the courtyard, all the disciples gathered together, looking at the elderly Zuo Ruotong sitting on the chair. All the disciples of the Sanyi Sect had already vaguely realized something.

"Gentlemen, Zuo Ruotong is incompetent and knows his time is coming to an end. I'm afraid he will no longer be able to serve you as your teachers..."

Upon hearing this, all the members of the San Yi Sect below knelt down in unison, and began to sob softly.

"Woooo..."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Zuo Ruotong smiled slightly and waved her hand casually.

"Life is the root of death, and death is the root of life. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural course of human life, and cannot be avoided."

To be able to fulfill all one's wishes in the end and leave without regrets—isn't that a kind of fortune?

As she spoke, Zuo Ruotong glanced at Zhao Zhen, who was standing under a big tree nearby, seemingly unintentionally.

"Although I have not succeeded in this life, I think that through decades of diligent practice, I have still made some fundamental changes toward goodness."

The change may be insignificant, but when I start over, it should help me avoid some detours.

You have not yet completed your journey in this life, so be careful, be careful...

"master!!!"

With tears welling up in her eyes, Chengzhen could no longer suppress the grief in her heart.

"If I had to speak of regrets, perhaps I did have some. More than ten years ago, I was fortunate enough to cultivate to the third level, but I failed to reverse the third level and see the path to heaven..."

After that, I told you everything and announced that the Trinity Sect no longer needed to call itself the Xuanmen (Mystic Sect). I know that many of you will resent me for doing this.

As he said this, Si Chong's fist clenched slightly.

"But in the end, these are just my personal opinions, and it doesn't matter if people don't agree with my conclusions."

If you still have faith in the Triple Heaven, it would be best if you could find another path to heaven, but continuing on that path is also excellent.

But there's one thing: we absolutely cannot stray from the path we're on..."

After saying that, Zuo Ruotong also raised her finger and pointed at Chengzhen.

"Chengzhen, from now on, you will be the next head of the Sanyi Sect."

"Master! This disciple does not want the position of sect leader; this disciple only wants to continue serving you!"

With tears streaming down her face, Chengzhen crawled to Zuo Ruotong's side and grabbed Zuo Ruotong's hand tightly.

"Chengzhen, promise me, after I die, you will never go looking for Wugensheng again, promise me!"

Seeing Zuo Ruotong's furious expression, Chengzhen quickly nodded in agreement.

"Master, your disciple swears that he will never go to Wugensheng again!"

"it is good……"

Zuo Ruotong breathed a sigh of relief, a look of relief flashing in her eyes.

He slumped into the chair, completely drained of energy.

Looking up at the azure sky, Zuo Ruotong finally exclaimed, "The sky is so high..."

"master?"

Feeling the arm of his master suddenly lose its strength, Chengzhen froze on the spot.

"master!!!"

In early May 1944, Zuo Ruotong, known as the "Immortal of Daying," passed away...
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A day later, the news of the passing of Zuo Ruotong, the leader of the Sanyi Sect and known as the "Daying Immortal," spread throughout the entire world of supernatural beings.

At this moment, the entire mountain gate of the Sanyi Sect was filled with a solemn, pure white atmosphere.

On both sides of the bluestone path leading to the main hall, two rows of tall, evergreen pines and cypresses were now tied with white strips of cloth symbolizing mourning, swaying gently in the early summer breeze and making a rustling sound.

The once bustling training ground in front of the main hall has long since lost its usual noise and activity, replaced by a profound silence.

A solemn and dignified mourning hall was temporarily erected in the center of the vast venue.

The entire mourning hall was decorated with plain white cloth, and a huge white banner was hung, which read "May the venerable and respected Lord Zuo Ruotong live forever."

On the altar were simple seasonal fruits, and the bronze incense burner was filled with a forest of incense sticks. Wisps of smoke rose, carrying the clear and bitter scent of agarwood, intertwining and swirling in the air, lingering for a long time.

Amidst the smoke and clouds, the candlelight flickered weakly, illuminating the faces of the silent, solemn crowd below.

All the inner and lower disciples of the Sanyi Sect were dressed in coarse hemp mourning clothes, with white cloths wrapped around their heads and straw ropes tied around their waists, and lined up neatly on both sides and behind the mourning hall.

Everyone's face was filled with heavy sorrow and bewilderment. Many people hung their heads, sobbing silently, their tears falling onto the bluestone slabs beneath their feet, leaving dark marks.

Some people bit their lips tightly, their eyes red, trying to suppress their immense grief, staring blankly at the simple coffin made of cedar wood placed in the center of the mourning hall.

Although the coffin was undecorated, it seemed to contain the profound history and endless regrets of the Trinity, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

The newly appointed sect leader, Daoist Chengzhen, was dressed in mourning attire, standing solemnly with his hands at his sides in front of the coffin, slightly to the right. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were sunken.

Lu Jin knelt alone at the front left of the coffin. This usually spirited young master of the Lu family looked unusually thin at this moment, and his crisp white linen clothes could not hide his deep loneliness and collapse.

(End of this chapter)