Seeing that pretending to be sad was not a solution, Zhang Feixuan pretended to control his emotions, walked up to Song Yin, and said:
"Brother, I am sorry."
Song Yin glanced at him, and happened to see his fellow apprentices behind Zhang Feixuan.
“Woo woo woo!”
Somehow, the fellow apprentices started crying even louder, each of them looking grief-stricken and in agony.
The corners of Zhang Feixuan's mouth twitched obscurely. When it comes to acting, these people can be considered their real junior brothers, not ordinary disciples, because each of them has mastered the art.
Come to think of it, if he can’t act, how can he survive long in the Golden Immortal Sect
"Brother, the dead cannot be resurrected. We are all very sad that our master has passed away, but now we have a great plan ahead of us. Please put aside your grief temporarily and lead the Golden Immortal Sect!" Zhang Feixuan bowed.
"Yes, Brother!"
Wang Qizheng raised his hand and stopped knocking, letting the blood flow from his forehead. He bowed and said, "Brother, I agree to let you take the position of the head of the sect!"
There's nothing sad about that look.
The second and third ranked people made the proposal, so naturally the rest of the people would not object, and there was no way they could object.
Apart from the eldest brother, who else is qualified to take the throne
Song Yin stood up, took a deep breath, suppressed his sadness, and said:
"You are right. The dead cannot be resurrected. At least I don't have this ability now. Even though I have the ability to connect to the underworld, I still couldn't find the master's soul in the first place. The soul is scattered. Those evil ways are too vicious!"
Tong, Tongyou
When did it happen
Senior brother is also at level six
Zhang Feixuan pursed his lips and didn't dare to speak. He just lowered his head and maintained a bowing posture.
Forget it, he is a great immortal, don't bother about it, don't bother about it.
Song Yin indeed failed to find the soul. Since his last encounter with Fu Qing, he had become able to communicate with the spirit world and develop some minor supernatural powers. He could also communicate with souls and see the true nature of the world. But the more he did this, the more clear it became to him that his master's soul had completely dissipated, leaving no trace behind.
Those evildoers who were killed by him would have souls appearing if they were not refined by the Great Dao Fire.
But the master's soul is completely gone!
“Senior Brother!”
Zhang Feixuan would not think so much and directly advised: "Please take the position of the head of the sect. From now on, your words will decide everything in the sect and your actions will unify the sect's rules!"
"Okay!" Song Yin nodded heavily.
"Ah?" Zhang Feixuan was stunned.
Didn’t you have to decline three times
He had already thought of the rest of his argument.
Song Yin's sudden agreement caught him off guard, but he thought about it again and felt that he was the kind of person who would take on the responsibility and not engage in empty talk.
"From now on, I will be the head!"
Song Yin looked deeply at the golden light and said in a deep voice: "Master, I will inherit your legacy and carry forward the Golden Immortal Sect!"
"Greetings, Master Brother!" Zhang Feixuan knelt on the ground, bowed his head and clasped his hands.
"Greetings to the head brother!" The rest of the people made the same gesture as him and shouted in unison.
There was no trace of sadness on their faces; they all looked very solemn.
It seems that no one misses the golden light.
There is really no need to miss them, as they are all dead. They, the ordinary disciples, have never been noticed by the golden light and have been at the first or second level all year round. If it weren't for their senior brother, some of them would still be at the first level.
What does the first stage of keeping to one's simple ways mean? It means refining Qi and consolidating it all day long, for fear that the magic power gained through cultivation will dissipate. One practices hard every day and dares not to act rashly.
In the past, in order to complete the mission of Jin Guang, they would deceive mortals outside and lose the magic power they had cultivated with great effort, so they had to cultivate it all over again after returning to the mountain. Those who were unlucky might even die outside.
When you think about the second stage, it’s all about hard work and caution, but Jin Guang doesn’t care about that, he just wants a mortal.
Things are different now that the senior brother has come. They no longer have to go down the mountain to look for mortals regularly. They can just take a pill and practice in peace. No matter what their aptitude is, at least they can live comfortably. They no longer feel like coolies on the mountain, and they feel like real Qi cultivators.
Although it was painful to be tortured by my senior brother, compared with the world, that little pain was nothing. It was a good thing that I was not killed.
Those who are still alive are truly smart people. They do not eat humans or kill animals, and they barely survive in the mountains. Those who are a little bit crazy would have died long ago.
The main reason is that they cannot eat human beings and kill living things. The mortals from the outside world who can be deceived by them are all more miserable than each other. It is good enough that they can be tricked into the mountains. This is the "precious resource" that Jin Guang wants, and there is no conflict with them. Who would kill people for fun? They are not the evil sect of Xin Wuliang.
Even so, Jin Guang did not treat them as human beings. Apart from teaching them the most basic methods of refining Qi, he did not teach them anything else.
The sects that besieged the sect just now had 20 to 30 disciples each, but they were at least at the third level. They also had about 20 people, but most of them were at the first or second level. This was simply because they didn't have many resources for cultivation. It was just a normal cultivation method without any special features, and they were practicing according to the normal trajectory.
But now I think about it, fortunately I didn't become a human being.
As human beings, they will be just like Zhao Yuanhua. How can they escape the eyes of their senior brother
As for Zhang Feixuan and other disciples who founded branches and could be considered core disciples, Jin Guang was dead, and the Rendan method was gone. If the Rendan method was gone, there was no hope for them anymore.
I can't run away anyway, and now the biggest worry is gone, so what else is there to think about? Just follow my brother.
"Master, wait a minute, I will save you."
Song Yin looked at the golden light with determination in his eyes, and said: "If Qi refining doesn't work, then I will build the foundation. If building the foundation doesn't work, then I will achieve the Golden Elixir! One day, I will recreate the soul and bring you back to life!"
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and the main palace in front was shrouded in white light and gradually deformed. A huge palace like a pagoda flew out from his sleeves and was directly built on the gradually deformed main hall. With the main hall as the foundation, a new palace was formed.
This big palace looks familiar to Zhang Feixuan and the others. This is the branch of the Soundless Sect in Jiangjun City. Senior brother put it away at that time, but now he sees that it is used directly.
The palace in front of us is towering into the clouds. The original main hall of the Golden Immortal Sect is connected to this palace above and below, and there is no trace of splicing at all. It is like an integrated pagoda-style palace. Below is the main hall, which is the largest, and above are layers of pagodas.
It looks majestic and magnificent, and does not fit in with the other buildings in the square.
Song Yin waved his hand again, and a gust of yellow wind lifted up the golden corpse and entered the hall with him.
The rest of the people did not dare to delay and stood up and followed Song Yin.
The headless Qingbao statue in the hall was still there. Song Yin glanced at the statue and sighed, "Originally, I was thinking about how to renovate the statue and make my Jinxian Sect look brand new, but now..."
He flicked his hand, and the headless Qingbao statue melted away and turned into a stone lotus platform. At the same time, a yellow wind rolled up, and it looked like a futon.
Then, Song Yin placed the golden corpse on it. With a gust of yellow wind, the golden corpse moved immediately and directly assumed a meditation posture, sitting on the yellow wind cushion.
Song Yin bowed to Jin Guang and said in a deep voice:
"Master, I will not let your body decay. Although you are dead, your will is the foundation of our Golden Immortal Sect. You just watch carefully here and see how I carry forward the Golden Immortal Sect and spread our purpose of saving the world!"