At night, in a majestic hall of Heng Yue Sect, hundreds of figures were sitting there. They were all of the same generation as Zhenren Tongxuan, and they were all supreme elders of Heng Yue Sect.
This is the Presbyterian Council of Heng Yue Sect. Major matters within the sect are usually decided through their deliberations.
On weekdays, every time the Hengyuezong meets with elders, the atmosphere will be suppressed in advance before any discussion can be held. A strong smell of gunpowder will permeate the whole place, and the quarrel will almost always turn red in the face and thick in the neck.
But today, the atmosphere in the Presbyterian Hall was extremely relaxed. Almost everyone had a smile on their face, as if there was no need to discuss the important matter they discussed today from the beginning.
So, today the Supreme Elders gathered together and the matter they discussed was: to choose the Holy Son.
Generally speaking, as in the three sects, the disciple with the highest cultivation talent in the sect will be named the Holy Son, and his status is higher than that of the nine true disciples of the sect or even the ordinary elders.
Naturally, since he is the Holy Son, he should be the next head of the sect, which is a bit like the prince in a mortal kingdom.
"Let Yin Zhiping be my holy son of Hengyue, no one should object!" Above, Master Tongxuan looked around with a smile, and his tone between the lines was full of irresistible majesty.
"That's natural." As soon as Master Tongxuan finished speaking, a white-haired old man stroked his beard with a smile.
"A host with 90% compatibility, let him be the host, he deserves it." A white-haired old woman nodded.
"There's no need to discuss this at all!" Another Supreme Elder spread his hands, "It's a done deal!"
"Master, uncles and uncles, Dingtian has something to say." Just as the elders nodded, Yang Dingtian, who was sitting at the bottom, spoke up, interrupting everyone's voices.
"Oh?" Master Tongxuan gently stroked his beard and said with a smile, "You are Hengyue's head teacher. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Yang Dingtian took a deep breath and stood up from his seat, "I don't agree with Yin Zhiping being the Holy Son."
As soon as these words came out, Zhenren Tongxuan, who was smiling just a moment ago, couldn't help but darken his face. Not only him, but more than 90% of the Supreme Elders in the hall could not help but frown slightly.
"You don't agree with Yin Zhiping being the Holy Son?" Master Tongxuan narrowed his eyes and looked down at Yang Dingtian. He is the ancestor of Hengyue. He has always spoken the truth and is used to being dictatorial. Now someone is disobeying him. His face was naturally ugly.
"Yes." Yang Dingtian took a deep breath again.
"That is a host with 90% compatibility." Master Tongxuan snorted coldly, "His potential is so huge. It is the future of my Hengyue. With him, I can guarantee that my Hengyue will not decline for nine hundred years. If he is not qualified to be the Holy Son, then you should tell me who else in Heng Yue can be the Holy Son."
"Master, being a Holy Son requires not only strength, but also vision, mind and courage." Yang Dingtian spoke, looking up at Master Tongxuan under strong pressure, "And these three points, then Yin Zhiping Not at all, compared to him, my disciple thinks Ye Chen from Jade Girl Peak is more suitable."
"Ye Chen, can he compare with the host who is 90% compatible?" Master Tongxuan sneered, with an angry look on his face, "I am somewhat doubting your vision now. No matter how amazing a disciple is, how can he compare to Can you survive the host?"
"The complete Taixu Ancient Dragon Soul is so powerful. Wasn't it still chopped into three by the ancestor Xuanchen in the past?" Yang Dingtian still looked directly at Zhenren Tongxuan, "The power of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Soul is indeed strong, but it is not invincible. It cannot be the decisive factor in canonizing the Holy Son."
"Yang Dingtian." Master Tongxuan shouted angrily and stood up from his seat, "How dare you compare Ye Chen with the ancestor."
"Disciple, I don't dare." Yang Dingtian said hurriedly, "I'm just stating a fact. Ye Chen can break the legend of Xuan Ling's undefeatability. His potential and talent are not weaker than those of a 90% compatible host."
"What do you know." Being contradicted one after another, Master Tongxuan shouted coldly, "The balance of the three sects is maintained by Taixu Ancient Dragon Soul. If Ye Chen is the Holy Son, can he protect the future Heng Yue? He Can you protect Heng Yue? Do you still need me to teach you such a simple truth? "
"What Senior Brother Tongxuan said is absolutely true." A Supreme Elder stroked his beard, "The host with a 90% compatibility degree is infinitely close to a perfect fit. It is an existence that defies heaven. Dingtian, you are really short-sighted this time."
"I also agree with Senior Brother Tongxuan." One of the Supreme Elders said, "No matter how amazing Ye Chen is, he will never reach the height of the ancestor Xuan Chen. He cannot compare to a host with 90% compatibility. .”
"I agree too." Another Supreme Elder murmured, "Let Ye Chen be the Holy Son, where will the host be placed? I'm afraid if this matter spreads, the outside world will laugh out loud!"
"This is reasonable. It is natural for the host to be the Holy Son."
"Dingtian, you must plan for the long term, and you must understand what a 90% compatible host is."
Ever since Master Tongxuan said it, the voices in the palace started to rise and fall. In the end, it formed a tide. Nearly 90% of the Supreme Elders supported Yin Zhiping's ascension to the throne instead of Ye Chen.
Such an overwhelming situation made Yang Dingtian's figure below look a little thin. Although he was the leader of Hengyue and had the right to speak, he was only one person after all. Facing this scene, there was nothing he could do.
Why!
Yang Dingtian sighed in his heart. He had never felt so helpless as this time.
At some point, the sounds in the palace disappeared.
Above, Master Tongxuan looked down at Yang Dingtian with a gloomy face, "Almost everyone supports the host, what else do you have to say."
"Since Master and all the masters and uncles support Yin Zhiping, then Dingtian naturally has nothing to say." Yang Dingtian's expression remained unchanged and he still looked directly at Master Tongxuan, "But Master, I still don't think Yin Zhiping is Time will tell who is the best candidate to protect Heng Yue in the future."
"There is no need for you to preach to me." Master Tongxuan snorted coldly, "When the host comes out of seclusion, I will train him personally. As for you, go back and reflect on it! I am very disappointed in you..."
"In that case, Dingtian retires." Yang Dingtian took a deep breath, bowed his hands, then immediately turned around and strode out of the hall.
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Heng Yue Zong Underground Palace.
Yin Zhiping, who was sitting cross-legged on the altar, opened his eyes slightly, his eyes flashed with violence and bloodthirsty, his mouth had a playful smile, and his face was a bit ferocious and terrifying.
"Do you know why I chose you?" There seemed to be a vague voice in his mind.
"Why."
"Because you have a devil's heart."