"Second in command, everyone is here." A disciple walked up to the platform and said in a deep voice.
Feng Yuli smiled and said, "This will be the last time I hear this name in my life. Let Fourth Uncle start."
"Yes, sir!" The disciple received the order and immediately retreated.
On the high platform on the left, an old man with white hair and beard stood up, holding an ancient scroll in his hand with a solemn expression.
"This is Fourth Uncle, the person with the highest seniority in our Tianxiaoyun Realm. It seems that Second Uncle wants to use Fourth Uncle's mouth to help him ascend the throne." Feng Zuojun took a sip of wine.
"What kind of person is this fourth uncle?" Nangong Xier asked.
"He is timid and afraid of trouble, and likes to take advantage of his seniority. Everyone in the sect treats him with respect, and he still has some prestige, but there is absolutely no admiration for him." Feng Zuojun shook his head.
The disciple who had just passed on the order on the high platform came to the Fourth Uncle and whispered, "It's time to start."
The fourth uncle nodded, then took a step forward, softened his throat, and finally summoned all his energy to shout, "Everyone!"
The Wufangtai, which was originally bustling with noise, immediately became quiet.
"Welcome brothers and friends from all the major sects in the martial arts world. I, Feng Lao Si, would like to express my gratitude to everyone here. It has been more than sixty years since the construction of our Tian Xiao Yun Jing mountain gate. Looking back on the past..." Fourth Uncle began to talk on the stage with the ancient scroll in his hand. In the audience, both the ordinary disciples of Tian Xiao Yun Jing and the disciples of other sects in Da Ze Mansion showed a bit of impatience on their faces. It must be not the first time they heard Fourth Uncle's remarks.
Feng Yuli sat on the high platform, tapping the wine glass in his hand with his fingers. Finally, he couldn't help it and smashed the wine glass heavily on the ground. At this moment, only the voice of the fourth uncle was heard on the Wufang platform, so the sound of the wine glass breaking was particularly harsh. Everyone turned their heads to look at the high platform. Feng Yuli shrugged and smiled.
Liu Duohan remained calm and drank his tea. Mu Pan clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry, everyone. It was Mu who slipped."
Fourth Uncle immediately stopped talking, paused for a moment, and added a bit of sadness in his tone: "Originally, our Tian Xiao Yun Realm suffered heavy casualties in the battle with Zhan Tianmen, and a generation of the sect might have perished. However, the current Grand Master Feng Yuhan has relied on a cicada wing knife for so many years to make our Tian Xiao Yun Realm stand on the top of Daze Mansion again! Unfortunately, things don't go as planned. I am very sad to tell you here that Grand Master Feng Yuhan disappeared mysteriously half a year ago, and it is suspected that he was killed by a villain. We have sent people everywhere to look for the whereabouts of the Grand Master, but we only found the Grand Master's body. However, the country cannot be without a king for a day, and the family cannot be without a master for a day. What we need to do most now is to welcome a new Grand Master. Under the leadership of this Grand Master, we must find the murderer who killed Grand Master Feng Yuhan!"
The Tian Xiao Yunjing disciples raised their swords at the same time: "Swear to avenge this! Swear to avenge this!"
Feng Zuojun put down the food in his hand, picked up the long sword beside him, and walked forward.
The fourth uncle waved the ancient scroll in his hand, signaling the audience to be quiet, and then said loudly: "Regarding the selection of the new Grand Master, I believe everyone has a common answer in their hearts, that is..."
Feng Yuli placed the jade scepter in his hand on the ground, stood up, and prepared to greet everyone's cheers, but a voice in the field suddenly sounded in advance.
"Of course it's me." Feng Zuojun walked to the platform on the right, shouted loudly to attract everyone's attention, then reached out and tore off the human skin mask on his face.
"Young Master!" Exclamations came one after another from the Wufang Stage.
"It really is the young master!"
"Isn't the young master studying in the academy? Why are you back?"
"He must have rushed back after hearing the news that the sect leader was murdered!"
Feng Zuojun looked at his fourth uncle across from him and said loudly, "Fourth uncle, you are right. I think it must be me!"
The fourth uncle was frightened by Feng Zuojun and was immediately in a dilemma. His hands holding the ancient scroll trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to answer. After the sect leader was killed, it was only natural for the young sect leader to succeed him. However, after Feng Yuhan disappeared, Feng Yuli began to unite with the other two factions to purge Feng Yuhan's subordinates on the mountain. Even the four great sword kings who had guarded Tianxiaoyun Realm for many years were forced to go down the mountain. This was clearly an attempt to seize the throne. How could the fourth uncle dare to respond to Feng Zuojun's words at this moment
"Fourth uncle doesn't say anything? Do you think the child is wrong, or do you dare not say it?" Feng Zuojun shouted.
“Hahahahahahahahaha.” Feng Yuli on the high platform suddenly laughed loudly, his laughter full of sarcasm. He said loudly, “Nephew, you’re back.”
Feng Zuojun turned around and said, "Second Uncle."
"You are still too young and not suitable to be the sect leader." Feng Yuli said slowly.
Feng Zuojun smiled and said, "Second uncle, you have difficulty walking, so you are not suitable to be the leader of the clan!"
Feng Yuli shrugged his shoulders and slammed the scepter in his hand heavily on the ground, shocking all the disciples in the audience.
Mu Pan cleared his throat and said, "Nephew, you are indeed too young. It is no joke to be in charge of a sect as big as Tian Xiao Yunjing."
"Who are you? How dare you call me nephew?" Feng Zuojun said with a smile, "My father beat your father to a pulp back then. I heard from him that your father kept calling me brother and ran away timidly. So, we are of the same generation."
"Nephew Feng!" Liu Duohan said sternly.
"Get lost!" Feng Zuojun's voice was a few notches higher than his. "What does our Tian Xiao Yunjing's affairs have to do with you?"
"How outrageous." Liu Duohan's eyes flashed with a cold light.
"Nephew, when you came back, the first thing you wanted to do was not to avenge your father, but to seize the throne?" Feng Yuli sneered, "Big brother really gave birth to a good son."
"I don't want to seize the throne, but the sect leader is missing, and it is only natural for the young sect leader to succeed to the throne." Feng Zuojun waved his left hand. In his plan, the remaining forces of the eldest house would, under the leadership of Si Tong, shout in support of him at the same time. However, he waved his hand, and the field fell into deathly silence again after the noise just now.
The four people in the crowd wanted to shout loudly, but they didn't dare to shout out loud. Today, Tianshu Hall and Tianshui Villa brought so many people to the mountain. They must have made up their minds. Feng Zuojun is young and weak, so how can he resist
Nangong Xier smiled and shook her head: "Xie Yuling, you guessed right."
Xie Yuling put down the wine glass in his hand and picked up the long sword at hand: "I am different from Feng Zuojun. I have been used to these since I was a child."
"There is nothing wrong with your logic." Feng Yuli said slowly, "But you are not strong enough. You cannot handle this cloud realm."
Outside the Wufang Terrace, a sedan chair was parked there. The area around the sedan chair was covered with blue gauze, so the figure inside could not be seen clearly.
"Su Han once said something. He said he hoped that one day, people would always choose to stand on the side of justice instead of the side of the powerful."
"It's a beautiful wish. Can the number one in the world be so naive?"
"In fact, the number one in the world is always so naive. Later he raised his sword and said that since people's choices are always so disappointing, he will choose to be the strongest and always uphold justice. In this way, no matter what choice people make, they will always stand on the side of justice."
"The atmosphere here is fascinating."
"My son is still too naive."
On the Wufang stage, Feng Zuojun lowered his head and smiled, then he carried the long sword in his hand on his shoulder, and then stretched out a finger, pointing at Feng Yuli on the high stage: "Second uncle, you said I'm not strong enough? Well, then I will challenge you. Is it enough to prove that I am stronger than you?"
Outside the Wufangtai, the young voice laughed: "Sect Master Feng, it seems that your son, my senior brother, and Grand Palace Master Su Han have the same idea."