The news of the change of the leader of Qingliu Sword Sect had spread throughout the cultivation world.
If it happened that another sect encountered the event of its leader changing his surname, all kinds of conspiracy theories would surely spread, and even the storytelling books in the mortal world would make the story thrilling.
But for some reason, this time it was the turn of Qingliu Sword Sect. Whether in the world of cultivation or in the mundane world, what was circulating in teahouses and restaurants were not these kinds of intrigue and power struggle stories, but the various legends of Ye Shubai.
After hearing about his deeds, everyone just thought: Since he is the head, there should be no need to seize power, right
What’s even more outrageous is that many legendary stories and comic strips based on Ye Shubai have begun to circulate in the cultivation world, such as “I am the White Moonlight of Ye Xianzun” and “Save the Blackened Xianzun”…
Wen Yun was also lucky enough to receive two thick stacks of storybooks as a gift.
She flipped through the books and admired the ancestor of the Wan family who had a firm grasp on the risks of public opinion in the cultivation world. She put these things into a mustard seed bag and sighed, "As expected of you. It turns out that the entire cultivation world's storybooks are contracted by your Wanbao Pavilion. How did you create so many works in two months?"
"Thank you so much, it's just some petty tricks that are not worthy of being shown on the stage."
The ancestor of the Wan family smiled with wrinkles on his face, thinking that he had prepared these things hundreds of years ago. He had previously thought it was a losing business, but who knew that he could take the opportunity to make a fortune from spiritual jade now
It’s not much. All the cities in various continents together have only about 200,000 top-grade spiritual jades.
And the spiritual jade is secondary. What is more important is to make other sects in the world of cultivation feel at ease.
Originally, they all thought that the Qingliu Sword Sect was in internal strife, so they did not dare to take sides rashly and were also hesitant about whether to attend the ceremony to appoint the new leader as the new leader.
Now that public opinion is in harmony, and with Liu Luoyin personally writing invitations and sending them to various sects in various continents, Ye Shubai's identity as the new leader has become well-deserved, and no one dares to question it anymore.
As a result, all the sects that could be named in the four continents came to participate in the ceremony. They brought rich gifts and rode on cloud boats or spirit beasts, rushing towards the Qingliu Sword Sect with great momentum.
The other large sects were used to keeping slaves and the like. Whenever there were major events or memorial ceremonies, they only had to follow the procedures and did not care about any miscellaneous work.
But the question is, how can a sword cultivator, who is naturally stingy, have such extra money
In the past, the outer disciples did all the odd jobs, but this time there were so many people that both the inner and outer disciples were very busy. It is true that the sword cultivators have seen big scenes, but what they call big scenes are all about fighting and killing. This kind of scene involves setting up the venue and entertaining guests. For a while, from the peak master of the Qingliu Sword Sect to the newly-joined kids like Abao, everyone was very busy.
After more than half a month of hard work, the First Peak was repaired to a presentable state. The main hall, which was originally used for holding various grand ceremonies, was also renovated. Each peak was decorated in a grand yet elegant manner, with the style of the largest sect in the world of cultivation.
Even the disciples' uniforms were distributed in two new sets by the General Affairs Hall. The heads of each peak gave instructions to each of their disciples one by one. If you dare to wear clothes with holes in them in such occasions, you will bring shame to our Qingliu Sword Sect!
Not to mention the time it took to make this arrangement, the spiritual jade consumed was nearly one million. When Ye Shubai saw the bill, his first reaction was to take the little fire dragon back to the Xuantian Secret Realm and stay up all night to dig out another spiritual jade mine.
The final result is of course excellent.
According to convention, the celebration needs to last for ten days. Since yesterday, countless sects and cultivation families have come to pay their respects and congratulations, and the flow of guests has been very busy.
Ye Shubai was naturally the focus of the crowd. He had never been one to show off or act arrogantly. Even at the ceremony of his succession as the leader, he was as calm as usual.
He was still wearing the plain white shirt common in the Sword Sect, except that the cuffs were embroidered with some phoenix feathers that seemed to be flapping their wings with silver thread. His black hair was tied up with a jade crown, and he was holding a plain wooden sword without an edge or blade. He was actually no different from the past, just as sparse, cold and elegant as before, as beautiful as a god, and no one dared to look him in the face.
Wen Yun originally thought that because of his honest character he might be bullied by the leaders of other sects, but he did not expect that his words and deeds were extremely decent. Although his words and deeds were not very smooth, his upright and upright behavior was in line with the world's impression of the Sword Sect.
More importantly, the pressure from his cultivation that was faintly revealed was truly terrifying, far surpassing that of ordinary Tribulation Realm masters.
What's more, except for a few who have reached the realm of tribulation, most of the sect leaders are only at the Spirit Transformation Stage, and even more are at the Nascent Soul Stage or even the Golden Core Stage. They dared not even look Ye Shubai in the face, and after they said the congratulatory speeches that they had memorized by heart without even breathing, they dared not say anything more. Who would dare to make things difficult for the new leader with words
When the head of a sect is as aloof and noble as a banished immortal, it is natural that the disciples will not be much worse.
Led by the masters of each peak, all the younger generations of Qingliu Sword Sect were dressed in simple yet stylish white shirts. They flew on their swords between the clouds and the mountains, and entertained everyone in a cold but courteous manner. This aloof and otherworldly demeanor of the noble sect really scared everyone.
"As expected of the Qingliu Sword Sect, look at those disciples, each of them is a celestial being. Look at how they carry a sharp sword intent when they walk, but their words are extremely gentle and decent. As expected of a great sect that has been passed down for thousands of years!"
Not really, they are not like this at all in normal times, they are just pretending.
"The ten peaks are like pillars that support the sky and shake the earth. They are really awe-inspiring! Look at the white cranes singing on the peaks. This is not the human world, but a fairyland!"
In fact, the crane was not a psychic crane, but a meat crane that Bao Pilong bought from a restaurant in Qingshan City. If nothing unexpected happened, these fat cranes would be roasted and fed to their stomachs after the celebration.
"So this is what a true immortal sect looks like. I decided to rebuild my sect when I return so that I can absorb the immortal energy of the Tenth Peak!"
Goodbye, this reconstruction will cost you millions of dollars in debt, so you'd better save some money. Without the jade mine, it's better to stay away from the fairy spirit.
All the people from various sects who entered the Qingliu Sword Sect were filled with admiration, and at the same time, they developed a deeper awe for the Sword Sect in their hearts.
Two people in the Tribulation Realm died in the Qingliu Sword Sect, and Ye Shubai ascended to the position of the Sect Leader for the first time. In addition to openly congratulating them, the various sects that came to participate in the ceremony were also secretly observing the Sword Sect to see if there were any loopholes that could be exploited.
The once glorious Xie family has long since vanished into thin air, and now the Jiang family and Chuixue Island are in constant dispute due to the deaths of their respective clan leaders.
The two families had a deep hatred since they went to Japan. After Jiang Si won the first place in the sword-fighting competition, the disciples of the two families almost fought each other to death. They did not expect that this time the leaders of the two families would all die. Jiang Si and Qian Lishen both felt that there was something fishy and suspected that it was the work of Qingliu Sword Sect. However, both families had disciples guarding outside the Sword Sect mountain at that time, and they saw with their own eyes that the two leaders killed each other. With such ironclad evidence, and now they dared not to make the Sword Sect a powerful enemy anymore, they had to put all the blame on each other. For a while, the two families were in constant dispute and did not even come to participate in this ceremony.
Three out of the three major sects and four major families have run into major problems. It is inevitable that other sects will also develop disloyalty towards the Qingliu Sword Sect, and there are many who want to divide up this behemoth.
Every disciple of the Sword Sect understood this truth, which was why they organized this celebration in such a grand manner and acted in such a condescending manner. As a result, all the sword practitioners who were tired of worldly affairs cheered up and dealt with everyone patiently, telling them that the Qingliu Sword Sect was still the same Sword Sect as before and they should not even think of causing trouble.
Wen Yun also pretended to be aloof and aloof like a typical swordsman together with his fellow brothers, and followed them to receive the guests.
However, perhaps it was because her reputation as a young genius was too far-reaching, and her beautiful face was too eye-catching when she first appeared, which completely reversed the stereotype in the minds of the cultivators that "those with good strength are ugly", so that she was surrounded by major cultivation families.
Or an elder would tactfully suggest that he has a grandson of the right age and would like to learn swordsmanship from Wen Yun;
Or the young masters of the younger generations of various families got lost countless times in the Sword Sect. They would introduce themselves gracefully, either fanning themselves or bowing, and report everything from their age and cultivation to their wealth and height, and finally slowly asked for directions.
After two days of torture, Wen Yun finally couldn't pretend anymore, so he pulled the idle ancestor of the Wan family back to the Tenth Peak. In the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain, they set up a small table and chairs to drink spiritual tea, and read the storybooks from time to time, feeling so leisurely and comfortable.
"You should follow your master to get to know more people from the great sects. Fellow Daoist Ye has become the sect leader, and you will inevitably have to deal with them in the future. It's better to get to know them sooner rather than later."
Wen Yun felt a headache when he heard this, and smiled bitterly: "Senior, please forgive me. I was born lazy and vulgar, and I really can't get along with those sons of noble families..."
As soon as the words fell, a slightly immature male voice came from the other side -
"Senior Brother, may I know where Junior Sister Wen is? She showed me the way yesterday, so I came here with a thank you gift."
Wen Yun, holding the storybook in his hand, raised his head, covered his face with the book and pretended to be deaf and dumb.
The Wan Family Patriarch couldn't help but laugh and teased her, "Girl Yun, you see he has come to your doorstep, you should at least go meet him, right? He is the youngest son of the Shangguan Family in Xizhou, and it is said that he is also a swordsman, and he wants to join your Qingliu Sword Sect, don't you plan to go and take a look?"
Wen Yun whispered back, "I checked yesterday. They were at the first peak, the third peak, and the sixth peak! He got lost three times. I really don't want to lead the way for him again."
Although she usually doesn't like to think too deeply, the other party's purpose is too obvious, and it is obvious that he is coming for her. How could she be so stupid as to really think that it was fate that they met three times in one day.
Wen Yun never believed in love at first sight. This man liked her for two reasons: one was her face, and the other was her identity as a disciple of the leader of the Qingliu Sword Sect. After all, becoming a Taoist couple with her was equivalent to becoming the only son-in-law of the Qingliu Sword Sect, and this identity was naturally extraordinary.
After finishing the remaining half cup of spiritual tea, Wen Yun rolled up the half-read book into his sleeve and said goodbye to the Wan family ancestor quietly: "I will leave first, you drink slowly."
Just as he was planning to go around the upper peak from the depths of the bamboo forest to seek some quiet, it seemed as if another person had come from outside the bamboo forest, and a few unclear conversations were heard. One of the voices was very clear and cold. Even though he couldn't make out the content due to the distance, Wen Yun immediately recognized the owner of the voice.
The leaves are sparse and white.
Wen Yun stopped in his tracks as he was about to escape, and suddenly felt something strange in his heart. He pricked up his ears and leaned over to eavesdrop.
The young man from the Shangguan family had obviously recognized Ye Shubai. He saluted with great respect and then spoke again: "Master Ye, my name is Shangguan Xiuxian, I am twenty years old, the seventh in the Shangguan family of Xizhou, and I have just reached the middle stage of foundation building. I am an old acquaintance of Junior Sister Wen, so I came here to pay a visit. I heard that Junior Sister Wen is not here. Can I go to the Tenth Peak and wait for her to come back?"
The eavesdropper was deeply shocked and astonished by the man's audacity. But he pointed out the way three times yesterday, so how could he be an old acquaintance
Wen Yun was worried that Ye Shubai would be fooled and really regard this Shangguan boy as her friend. After all, although his attitude towards her friends was not enthusiastic, he was actually very tolerant. For example, Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong often called him "Junior Brother Ye", but he never got angry. As for those direct disciples who brought roasted chicken and roasted crane to the Tenth Peak to ask her to eat and drink, he never stopped them except to warn her not to eat too spicy food.
She was afraid that Ye Shubai would believe this nonsense and really put this man on the Tenth Peak. When she was about to use her mental power to tell Ye Shubai the truth, his usual cold voice suddenly came from outside the bamboo forest.
"She has always been diligent in her sword training and doesn't like to be disturbed."
This rejection was actually quite tactful, and Shangguan Xiuxian understood it.
But he still felt a little unwilling in his heart. Perhaps it was because Wen Yun was so kind yesterday and pointed the way for her three times that gave him courage. He boldly said, "Junior Sister Wen talked to me happily yesterday. I think she will be happy to see me. I won't go up to the top of the mountain. I'll just wait for her at the foot of the mountain."
They talked and enjoyed each other.
The moment these words came out of Shangguan Xiuxian's mouth, perhaps because the sunlight above was obscured by the wisps of clouds, Ye Shubai's clear and elegant face became three points colder.
"You may have misunderstood." His voice was extremely calm, like an elder explaining things to an ignorant younger generation. His tone was also peaceful: "In terms of seniority, your grandfather called me a fellow Taoist, so you have to call her uncle. In terms of cultivation, she is already in the Nascent Soul stage, and you are only in the Foundation Establishment stage."
With every word Ye Shubai said, Shangguan Xiuxian's face became more ashamed. His head, which was originally held up, drooped unconsciously. When he finally talked about the gap between their cultivation levels, he almost covered his face with his sleeves.
Finally, Ye Shubai said calmly: "So the relationship between you two is just the elder caring for the younger, not a happy conversation."
Shangguan Xiuxian's face turned pale, and he saluted unsteadily, then walked away in a daze, carrying the thank-you gift he had prepared.
The bamboo forest rustled in the wind. Ye Shubai turned around and was about to walk to the top of the mountain. When he turned around, he saw Wen Yun suddenly appear in front of him, staring at him with bright eyes.
Looking at her eyes, you can tell that she has heard what I just said.
Ye Shubai looked a little uncomfortable for a moment, and he hesitated to speak: "I..."
"You've become more powerful now!" Wen Yun's eyes were full of relief, but he was afraid that the old man who loved to make up stories in the bamboo forest would hear him, so he took two steps forward and approached him, almost whispering in his ear: "You got rid of this liar for me with just a few words!"
"Liar?" Ye Shubai repeated the last word.
"Yeah, I didn't even know his name. I just showed him the way, and I actually wanted to trick you into taking him to the Tenth Peak." Wen Yun explained the matter in a few words, then pulled Ye Shubai's sleeve and smiled at him: "You have been with Xiaohong for a long time, and now you have really become much smarter. You can see that he has nothing to do with me."
Ye Shubai pursed his lips. He actually didn't know whether that man knew Wen Yun or not. He just heard the intention revealed in the other party's words, and he felt inexplicably unhappy about it. She didn't want him to go find her.
Wen Yun didn't know the inside story. After seeing the clinging man leave, she asked happily, "How did you find time to come back? Are those heads of the sects finally not dragging you to discuss the Dao?"
"Yes." Ye Shubai nodded and asked seriously: "Did you receive the jade slip message from Shen Xinghai?"
Wen Yun shook his head and frowned, saying, "I sent a message to Senior Brother Shen half a month ago asking him to return. He should have arrived long ago, but I don't know why he hasn't returned to the sect yet. Could it be that Senior Brother Shen's jade slip was broken?"
Shen Xinghai had previously protected the survivors on Fan Island as they rebuilt their homes. He had originally promised to bring his two disciples into the sect soon, but for some reason there had been no news.
The two looked at each other, and both thought of Shen Xinghai's magical physique that would cause trouble wherever he went, and they felt worried for a moment.
When Wen Yun was about to contact Shen Xinghai again, a sword came flying through the air. Zhu Erchong, who was on the sword, turned pale because he had used too much spiritual power. He rolled down from the flying sword in a panic and fell heavily on a huge rock at the foot of the tenth peak, hitting his head and bleeding.
He didn't care about his current embarrassment. After seeing Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, his eyes suddenly brightened up and he climbed up using his hands and feet. Blood flowed from his forehead across his entire face, mixing with the tears, making it impossible to distinguish.
"Junior Brother Ye! Junior Sister Wen!"
In a hurry, he even forgot his generation and shouted with a trembling voice -
"Junior Brother Shen is just outside the mountain gate, go and save him!"