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Chapter 245 One-hit kill

The chief disciple of the Mo Sect?

This title came out as soon as it was used.

As if sensing something, Cheng Laiyun looked up at his master Xu Miaozhen and his senior uncle Yu Qingzheng.

really.

At this moment, Xu Miaozhen and Yu Qingzheng both showed expressions of sudden realization.

Yu Qingzheng raised an eyebrow with a smile: "So that's what Junior Brother is thinking."

"It's also for the sake of the sect's legacy." The Second Master's expression turned solemn.

"Is that so?" Xu Miaozhen raised an eyebrow. "Does Second Senior Brother not have any interest in... the leader of the Mo Sect?"

Second Master Uncle's expression changed, and he became somewhat embarrassed and angry: "Am I that kind of person?!"

Cheng Laiyun watched all of this with a smile.

He knew the rules of the Mo Sect. Once the position of chief disciple was secured...

That's definitely the next generation leader.

At that time, Second Master Uncle, as the master of the sect leader, will definitely see his status in the Mo Sect rise significantly.

Ultimately, there were selfish motives involved.

However, Second Uncle's pride was not without reason.

In his mind, Yun Ce was his most outstanding disciple and the first among the new generation of Mo Sect disciples to break through to the fourth rank.

The chief disciple was naturally his apprentice's for the taking.

"Isn't he that kind of person?" Xu Miaozhen's smile remained unchanged, her eyebrows slightly raised as she stared at her second senior uncle.

Although Lin Nianjun had just woken up, he could still tell what was going on. He didn't say anything, but just stood aside and listened quietly.

My second senior uncle remained silent for a long time, then simply stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table:

"Yun Ce's cultivation has reached a level where no one among the new generation of disciples can surpass him. If he were to take the position of chief disciple, who could rival him?"

"This disciple dares not." Yun Ce's face flushed slightly, and he quickly bowed his head in respect. He hadn't expected that his master had summoned him today to discuss this matter...

It was all too sudden.

Yu Qingzheng, however, looked at his second senior uncle with a smile and spoke slowly:

"The matter of the chief disciple probably needs further discussion."

"What's there to discuss..." Second Master Uncle frowned, somewhat displeased.

"What? Do you look down on me and don't want the position of chief disciple to fall to me?"

Yu Qingzheng still smiled broadly: "That's not what I meant."

"But there's something I want to tell you."

"What is it?" Second Master Uncle looked up, his gaze fixed on Qingzheng.

Yu Qingzheng's gaze passed over his second senior brother and landed on Cheng Laiyun, his voice steady:

"Lai Yun is also a fourth-rank official."

"He's a disciple of Miaozhen, considered a new generation." "Why don't we let Laiyun spar with Junior Nephew Yunce?"

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His second senior brother was also looking at him, his expression quite interesting.

There was a mix of surprise, disbelief, and a vague sense of unease.

He opened his mouth wide:

"You've reached the fourth rank?!"

His voice even cracked a little.

Others do not know how long Cheng Laiyun has been a disciple of the Mohist school.

How could he not know?

It's only been a little over two years. Just over two years.

From an ordinary person to the fourth rank?

Are you kidding me?

Cheng Laiyun blinked innocently, then cupped his hands and said:

"By sheer luck."

……

Second Uncle opened his mouth, looked at Cheng Laiyun, then at Yu Qingzheng, then back at Cheng Laiyun, his expression as if someone had stuffed a whole sour orange into his mouth.

He didn't believe Cheng Laiyun could break through to the fourth rank.

But he also felt that even if Cheng Laiyun really broke through to the fourth rank.

He might not necessarily be a match for Yun Ce.

Yun Ce was his disciple whom he had carefully trained.

It took him twenty-one years to reach the fourth rank. Cheng Laiyun, on the other hand, only took two years to reach the fourth rank... his foundation must be unstable.

Yun Ce has a very high chance of winning.

Thinking of this, he snorted:

"Let's have a friendly spar."

"Yun Ce, you should exchange a couple of blows with your junior brother Cheng, but stop when you've made your point and don't hurt him."

Yun Ce bowed slightly and turned to Cheng Laiyun, still as taciturn as ever, but with a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

He knew Cheng Laiyun; he had been instrumental in the pilot program in Changle County, the "Decree of Grace," and the rescue of the emperor...

This junior apprentice, who had been studying for less than two years, stirred up more turmoil in the imperial court than he had during his years of seclusion at Diaoyu Peak.

He dared not underestimate his enemy.

The sparring session was held at the martial arts arena on Dongxu Peak, and the news spread faster than Cheng Laiyun had imagined.

As soon as he and Yun Ce stood on the stone, a large circle of Mo Sect disciples had already surrounded them.

Some people crossed their arms, some stood on tiptoe, some were still panting after running up from the foot of the mountain, and several outer disciples squeezed at the front of the crowd, their faces flushed with excitement. Up there, Cheng Laiyun and Yun Ce stood facing each other, about five zhang apart.

The morning light filtered through the pine branches on the mountaintop, falling on the robes of the two men, one in dark blue and the other in deep black.

Yun Ce took the lead in bowing, and Cheng Laiyun returned the bow.

"Senior Brother Yun, please."

Yun Ce didn't stand on ceremony.

With a sudden jolt of his arms, the power of the colossus within him erupted, and dark blue psionic conduits rose from beneath his skin, meandering along his limbs. In the blink of an eye, a set of blue colossus armor covered his entire body.

This set of Mo Mai armor is the result of his many years of self-forging based on his master's "Flowing Water Force" mental technique.

Although it is not a colossus.

But among all the Ink Clan armors, it is absolutely top-tier.

The armor plates on the battle armor were fine and smooth, with layers of blue spiritual light flowing like water ripples. Combined with Yun Ce's taciturn aura, he exuded the demeanor of a grandmaster.

The disciples of the second senior master were the first to cheer, and the second senior master stroked his beard and nodded slightly.

Cheng Laiyun didn't move. He didn't even rush to summon the giant statue; he simply stood on the stone and stretched his wrists.

The whispers below grew louder and louder—some people were wondering what he was really up to.

Some speculated that he had just broken through last night and hadn't had time to forge his own armor yet, while others whispered that this Senior Brother Cheng rose to his position through investigating cases, and probably wasn't that strong in the path of cultivation.

Yun Ce didn't urge him, but waited quietly.

After a moment, Cheng Laiyun smiled slightly and said softly:

"Then let's go."

next moment.

Countless points of light surged from the sea of ​​consciousness, the dark golden armor leaves exploded in the morning light, the spiritual energy conduit lit up with a ghostly blue light, and a colossal statue eighteen feet tall rose from the stone.

That's not the standard armor of the Mo Sect; it's a masterpiece of nature, a legacy left behind after Guo Yingtian and the Azure Dragon Prince perished together a thousand years ago.

It is an ancient relic that is recorded in every book of the Mohist school, but no one has ever seen it with their own eyes.

The dark golden armor plates were layered upon layered, each one seemingly tempered by ancient dragon blood, radiating a deep and restrained luster in the morning light.

The psionic conduit meandered like a dragon's vein, its eerie blue light pulsating with each breath like the gasp of a giant beast. The air on the entire training ground seemed to stagnate slightly under its pressure. A full three breaths of silence followed.

Then someone in the crowd yelled at the top of their lungs—"My God!!"

"Th-th-th-that's not armor!"

"It's a colossus! A colossus crafted by the heavens!"

That shout made everyone's jaws drop.

Several Mo Sect disciples in the front row had their mouths agape and forgot to close them.

Someone in the back row was standing on tiptoe and almost fell into the back of the person in front's head.

One of the outer disciples, who had only recently joined the sect, stared wide-eyed and grabbed the sleeve of the senior brother next to him, shaking it violently.

The fishing rod in my second uncle's hand had fallen to the ground at some point, but he didn't bother to pick it up. He just stared intently at the dark golden statue.

How could he not recognize the Colossus?

The colossus was once a symbol of the Mo Sect's dominance over the world.

Although no one can now control the colossus, every disciple of the Mo Sect will never forget the days when the Mo Sect was invincible!

Yun Ce was also stunned.

He was the person closest to the colossal statue, and felt the oppressive dark golden aura more clearly than anyone else.

But he did not retreat. He simply took a deep breath, channeled all his spiritual power, and the spiritual patterns on the cyan giant statue shone brightly as he unleashed a punch.

By now.

There is only one battle left.

Cheng Laiyun raised his right hand.

His five dark gold fingers spread out, his palm facing the punch that Yun Ce was about to deliver.

Yun Ce's fist, imbued with the full power of his fourth-grade cultivation, slammed into the dark golden palm, producing a muffled, heart-pounding thud.

But the palm remained motionless. Yun Ce felt as if his full-force attack had struck a mountain, and all the power of his punch was silently swallowed up by that dark golden palm.

It's like throwing a pebble into a deep well; you can't even hear an echo.

Before he could retract his fist, Cheng Laiyun's other hand had already gripped his shoulder. It wasn't a smash, nor a bang, just a gentle squeeze—the colossus's five fingers gripped the blue armor plate, and the eerie blue light in the psionic conduit flashed for a moment.

Yun Ce felt an overwhelming force surge from his shoulders into his entire body. He had no chance to struggle before that hand gently pressed him down, forcing him to kneel on one knee on the stone.

From receiving the punch to suppressing the opponent, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

There was complete silence; even the wind had stopped.

Then, all the Mo Sect disciples held their breath at the same time—because Cheng Laiyun still had energy left.

While suppressing Yun Ce, he slowly raised his other hand, spread his five fingers, and a fine inscription appeared in his palm.

The inscription wasn't carved on paper; it was drawn out of thin air. A spiritual light flowed through his fingertips, and each line seemed to be drawn into shape by the very essence of heaven and earth.

Drawing inscriptions out of thin air—that's an inscription technique that only Mo cultivators of the fourth rank or higher can master. The number of people in the entire Mo Sect who can draw complete inscriptions out of thin air at will can be counted on one hand. He gently pushed the inscription, and it landed on Yun Ce's azure giant statue.

It's not an attack, it's a blessing.

Yun Ce felt a warm spiritual energy surge into his body, and his suppressed blood and qi were instantly restored by more than half.

He looked up at Cheng Laiyun, and for the first time, an extremely complex expression appeared on his usually silent face.

It wasn't anger, nor resentment. It was a kind of bewilderment that came after being completely convinced, and not knowing what to say.

It is also a fourth-rank official.

His full-force attack couldn't even penetrate Cheng Laiyun's defense, and Cheng Laiyun even added an inscription to him.

This isn't a friendly exchange; it's a senior student instructing a junior student.

Cheng Laiyun released his grip and put away the giant statue.

Dark golden light spots, like a reversed galaxy, entered his sea of ​​consciousness. He stood on the stone again, his robes still bearing traces of golden dust scattered by the morning breeze.

He walked up to Yun Ce and extended his hand.

Yun Ce looked up at him, paused for a moment, then grasped his hand and stood up.

His lips moved, as if he were choosing his words carefully, but in the end he only said one very brief sentence:

I am completely convinced.

Cheng Laiyun patted him on the shoulder, turned around to face the silent Mo Sect disciples, and smiled. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear him clearly:

"Fellow disciples, you flatter me." "However, there is one thing I would like to clarify during this opportunity—the position of chief disciple of the Mo Sect is not something I aspire to."

"My path lies in the imperial court, in the new policies, and in the lives of the people."

"Therefore, we humbly request that Senior Brother Yun deign to take on the position of chief disciple."

"In the future, I will have to trouble Senior Brother Yun to shoulder more of the responsibility of revitalizing the Mo Sect."

He turned around and gave Yun Ce a formal bow.

Yun Ce was stunned for a moment, and a rare look of unease appeared on his usually expressionless face.

He quickly returned the greeting.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just nodded emphatically.

There was a brief silence.

Then Yu Qingzheng was the first to clap, followed by Xu Miaozhen, then Lin Nianjun, and then all the Mo Sect disciples began to clap.

The applause was thunderous and echoed for a very long time in the morning light of Dongxu Peak.

Yun Ce stood beside Cheng Laiyun, a faint smile appearing on his usually indifferent face—a smile that only those closest to him could see. He uttered three words softly, his voice mostly drowned out by the applause, but Cheng Laiyun heard them:

"Thank you, Junior Brother Xie Cheng."

Second Uncle stood at the front of the crowd, his fishing rod still lying horizontally at his feet, and no one went to pick it up.

He looked at the two young men standing side by side.

Yun Ce, his prized student.

Cheng Laiyun, the brat he had seen countless times by the pond, who always couldn't help but boast about how many fish he had caught, but today he had made him admit defeat wholeheartedly.

He suddenly felt a little dazed. Two years ago, when Cheng Laiyun had just started learning, he was still bragging to Xu Miaozhen by the pond, saying that this ignorant kid could break through, and that he would chew up the fishing rod and swallow it.

Now, this kid has not only broken through to the fourth rank, but also crushed his strongest disciple with a single move while wearing a giant celestial statue. After crushing him, he even gave up the position of chief disciple to Yun Ce in front of everyone.

Second Uncle took a deep breath, bent down, picked up the fishing rod from the ground, looked at it for a while, then walked to the stone and looked up at Cheng Laiyun.

"Young Master Cheng."

He spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, but the pride and resentment from before were gone, replaced by a seriousness that no one present had ever seen on the face of this Second Elder, known for his stubbornness:

"I have only two hobbies in my life: fishing and taking on apprentices." "Fishing? I've never caught a decent one."

"Accepting disciples... Yun Ce is the most outstanding disciple I have ever had. I have always believed that he can be the chief disciple and the next sect leader."

"You defeated him today, and you won fair and square, leaving me with nothing to say."

"You defeated him and even gave him the position of chief disciple."

"That concession is more admirable than any victory I could have achieved." He handed the fishing rod to Cheng Laiyun.

"This fishing rod of mine has been with me for decades. I've caught all sorts of strange things with it, but I've never caught a fish."

"Today I give it to you—not because you won, but because you have given my Mohist school hope."

"The colossal statue reappears in the Mo Sect, a fourth-rank inscription is drawn out of thin air, and one move crushes those of the same realm."

"To know how to let someone win—I've never seen another person like that in my life."

Cheng Laiyun looked down at the fishing rod.

The rod is entirely black, and the tip is polished to a shine, with a few drops of water still clinging to it.

He took the fishing rod with both hands and bowed deeply to his second senior uncle: "Second senior uncle, you have used this rod for most of your life, and I dare not accept it."

"However, I promise you—once the new policies are fully implemented and the people of the world are no longer suffering from the poll tax, I will definitely return."

"I'll sit with you by the pond all day. Whether we catch any fish or not is another matter, but I promise to replace all the tattered pants and worn-out shoe soles in your fish basket with lively, jumping carp."

Second Uncle Master laughed heartily.

He reached out and patted Cheng Laiyun hard on the shoulder, then turned to face the assembled Mo Sect disciples, his voice as loud and clear as when he lectured atop Fishing Peak:

"Did you all hear that?! This kid said he'd fill my fish basket for me!"

"You will all bear witness for me—if he goes back on his word, I will affix the inscription he drew today to the main gate of the Mo Sect, so that the whole world will know that Cheng Laiyun, a fourth-rank master cultivator of the Mo Sect, is a man of his word!"

The whole room burst into laughter.