Yue Buqun: My Mount Hua has been time-traveled.

When Ku Mei left, she walked out of the Mingjian Hall on her own.

It was clearly a perfectly reasonable move for him to simply go to a safe place to heal his wounds.

Let alone Gao Yanan and others.

Even highly skilled martial artists like Fang Zheng and Chongxu failed to detect anything amiss.

Therefore, Gao Yanan originally thought that it was just an ordinary injury.

It can be cured simply by applying the medicine externally and taking care of the patient.

But when Gao Yanan saw her master again...

But they found that in less than an hour, she looked extremely haggard, as if she had exhausted all her vitality.

Her already thin body looked even more emaciated.

At this moment, her upper body clothing was removed and wrapped with heavy bandages.

But the crimson bloodstains looked even more shocking against the snow-white bandages!

Next to it, there was a pile of previously discarded bandages.

Ku Mei's injuries were clearly more severe than anyone had anticipated.

"Master!"

Gao Yanan's eyes immediately reddened. She rushed over, wanting to say something, but before she could speak, her throat tightened.

"There's nothing to cry about."

On the contrary, Ku Mei usually has a stubborn, gloomy, and harsh appearance.

Now that her life is hanging by a thread, her expression has become much calmer.

She gently stroked Gao Yanan's head with her left hand and said in a gentle tone, "I am quite happy that I was able to fight with my own blood to protect the Huashan lineage. If it were Shi Guanyin... I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the qualifications to fight her, and I would have died in vain at her hands. Right now, at least I have protected your safety with my life!"

"Master... Master..."

Gao Yanan burst into tears.

Beside them, the disciples also began to sob quietly.

When Ku Mei was around, they only felt that their master was too strict, often beating and scolding them severely. But now, seeing all this... they suddenly realized that the sky above them seemed to have collapsed.

"It's just tough on you kids; from now on, you'll have to rely on yourselves."

Ku Mei said, "After I die, you must not hold a funeral. When I killed Bai Yufeng, everyone saw that I was injured. In the short term, it is reasonable for me to avoid seeing strangers in order to recuperate. I think this will temporarily deter some villains."

With red eyes, Gu Qingshuang looked at Ku Mei's intermittent state and said with concern, "Master...why don't you rest for a while..."

"Listen to your teacher, once you've finished speaking, you can rest."

The withered plum tree let out a few breaths.

He continued, "After my death, Ya Nan will temporarily assume the position of sect leader. I have already passed on all the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng to you. Ya Nan, I have one more thing to tell you. Originally, the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng was a sword technique, but if the moves are reversed, it becomes the most profound acupoint striking method in the world. It was by using this technique that I was able to defeat Bai Yufeng. Ya Nan, you may want to study it carefully in the future and then pass it on to your junior brothers and sisters."

Gao Yanan nodded repeatedly.

Beside him, Feng Wuyai frowned, understanding the unspoken meaning in Ku Mei's words.

He asked, "Master, why is Senior Sister only temporarily acting as sect leader?"

Ku Mei said, "I have watched you all grow up, and I know your character and abilities very well... Strictly speaking, Wuya, you are more suitable to become the head of Huashan Sect, but unfortunately, that would require several more years of tempering. Right now, your senior sister is more suitable to manage Huashan because of her decisive and efficient actions."

Gao Yanan asked with concern, "Then, who will succeed Huashan?"

"I have no idea."

Ku Mei pondered for a moment, then sighed softly, "But our Huashan Sect once had a branch that was directly inherited from Hua Qiongfeng, the fourth generation leader of the Huashan Sect. Our Huashan Sect was able to preserve its lineage under the tyranny of Shi Guanyin thanks to their efforts. However, that senior brother also died at the hands of Shi Guanyin, so I don't know who the successor was."

She rested for a while.

His expression had clearly improved, and even his broken sentences had become coherent.

She said, "But if in the future someone appears who claims to be a member of my Huashan Sect, possesses the Huashan Qingfeng Thirteen Styles, and can save my Huashan Sect from dire straits, then you must acknowledge this person as your sect leader and respect him as you would respect me!"

"Yes, Master!"

Everyone responded in unison.

There was no joy in Ku Mei's improved condition.

This was clearly a last gasp before death; this time, Master was truly powerless to save the situation.

Ku Mei smiled bitterly, "If that person does not appear within three years, Ya Nan will succeed him as the leader of the Huashan Sect. At that time, the position of leader of the Five Mountains Alliance will no longer need to be held; let him go."

"yes!"

"I am fortunate to die on Mount Hua. As for you all in the future... well... well... what can the dead do about the affairs of the living?"

Ku Mei's tone gradually turned somber as she said, "Ya Nan, push me out. I want to see Mount Hua one last time."

"Yes, Master."

Gao Yanan was about to reach out to hug her master when she noticed that Ku Mei's eyes were vacant and she had lost her spirit.

"Master~~~!"

Inside the room, everyone burst into tears.

………………

Because Ku Mei had given prior instructions.

The funeral was kept secret.

The group had no choice but to keep things simple and hastily cremate and collect the withered plum's body.

Then he buried it on Luoyan Peak, the highest point in the Huashan Sect, so that his master could always see the development and current situation of the Huashan Sect.

After the withered plum tree was properly taken care of.

Gu Qingshuang looked at Gao Yanan with red eyes, as if she were looking at her last pillar of support.

She asked, "Senior Sister, what should we do next?"

Gao Yanan said in a hoarse voice, "Master was seriously injured in the battle with Bai Yufeng and needs to recuperate for half a year. Junior Brother Feng, please summon all the disciples who were stranded here with us. Starting today, I will formally teach you the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng!"

Feng Wuyai shouted, "Yes!"

"During this period, the Songshan Sect will surely retaliate. The number of disciples on patrol duty must be increased daily, with shifts day and night. We cannot slack off."

Gao Yanan thought for a moment and said, "There is one more thing. Master defeated Bai Yufeng and preserved the reputation of our Huashan Sect. We must not show weakness to others. Haven't the Salt Gang and Beggar Gang been frequently appearing in Qixia Town recently? Wuya, take a few disciples and find a way to drive them out! Even if you can't succeed, it doesn't matter. We must show our strength."

"I understand what you mean, Senior Sister. Don't worry, Senior Sister, I will keep the conflict between the younger disciples."

Feng Wuya understands the refined meaning by listening to the music.

We can't make a big fuss, because if we do, the other side will come out, and it would be inappropriate for the Huashan Sect Leader not to show up. But we can't not make a fuss either, because if we don't, wouldn't it make us look weak and insecure?

Gao Yanan issued a series of orders, arranging everything in the Huashan Sect in an orderly manner. Almost all the disciples were busy, and each was assigned a task.

This was also her purpose: to keep her disciples busy.

When you're busy, you don't have time to worry.

But once everyone was busy, Gao Yanan was left alone in the quiet room that Ku Mei usually kept, and a look of confusion and helplessness unconsciously appeared on her face.

She murmured, "What should I do next...?"

At this moment, Gao Yanan's only hope lay in Ku Mei's final words of advice.

But Gao Yanan always felt that the so-called real sect leader might never have existed, and that her master was just using this method to give them hope.