Chapter 148 Kunlun Sect Leader

Chapter 148 Kunlun Sect Leader

"What's your name, senior brother?" Wang Sumo asked abruptly.

The old man looked at her and asked curiously, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

Wang Sumo sighed inwardly. Anyone the old man was talking about now, with a name and surname, and anyone he had had different contact with, could be He Huai'an. Of course, she had to find out the truth.

But he didn't say it outright to the old man.

The old man has always been impulsive and hot-tempered, even in his youth. If you tell him the truth without verifying it first, he might impulsively rush towards He Huai'an.

At that time, He Huai'an would realize that the other side had prepared for so long, but the old man had come up with nothing.

If He Huai'an isn't in that position, then He Huai'an, the old man, the old master He, and the master Huo will all be in a difficult situation.

Therefore, her place needs to be kept under the strictest control.

But we also want to hear more from the old man.

Wang Sumo sighed inwardly, but still said casually, "You have to hear the whole story. Kunlun was so grand back then, and the disciples of the Kunlun Sect must have all been outstanding. I just want to know which amazing people you met when you were young, sir."

After saying that, he added, "Old Master He and Liu Henshui both described their youthful days in the martial world as incredibly exciting. Those characters who appeared like the finishing touches in a painting—for example, Master Liaofan, the Flowing Light Hermit of the Qingcheng Three Styles, and the Northern Snow-Crushing Saber—each one a fleeting glimpse of brilliance. I don't believe the old man only has one senior, the Fish-Eating Elder, in his memory. I think that senior brother with the backpack was quite good too!"

After Wang Sumo finished speaking, the old man remained silent.

"What's wrong, old man?" Wang Sumo noticed the old man's unusual behavior after she said that.

The carriage rolled over the stones, and the bluebird flew over the branches.

The old man said in a deep voice, "Do you remember the bloody palm print in Bewitching Town?"

Wang Sumo was stunned.

Suddenly, Wang Sumo came to her senses: "He is... he is that senior brother with the backpack?"

The old man remained silent.

At this point, silence is tantamount to acquiescence.

Wang Sumo felt as if a sudden dark cloud had descended upon her; besides surprise, countless questions swirled in her mind.

Why would the other person go there? If the person is already dead, does that rule out the possibility that it wasn't He Huai'an?

If the other party wants to create a false impression, they will definitely "die" where others can see them, not where they can't see them. There's no point in trying to cover it up like that.

Moreover, Wang Sumo was slightly surprised: "If it's the senior brother carrying the backpack, he should be about the same age as you, sir, or a few years older. The Bewitching Town appeared about twenty years ago, and some people went there ten years ago. In other words, this senior brother carrying the backpack died in the Bewitching Town ten to twenty years ago..."

Wang Sumo let out a soft breath: "Grandpa, you left the Kunlun Sect thirty years ago. The senior brother who carried the baggage went to the Bewitching Town at the earliest twenty years ago and at the latest ten years ago. He must have discovered something!"

The old man looked at her.

Wang Sumo continued, "Grandpa, you see, from the time you left the Kunlun Sect thirty years ago to when Senior Brother Xingnang went to the Bewitching Town, there was a ten-year gap. In any case, the result shows that the Kunlun Ring appeared in the Bewitching Town. This means that Senior Brother Xingnang must have discovered some secret and then guided him to the Bewitching Town. Otherwise, why would he travel thousands of miles, even at the age of forty, from Kunlun Mountain to the Bewitching Town? Moreover, this clue must be correct, because the Kunlun Ring did indeed appear here."

Following Wang Sumo's words, the old man gradually opened his mind.

“Grandpa, the person behind the Bewitching Town may have appeared at the Kunlun Sect, and it is very likely that he is one of the people you know.” Wang Sumo knew how to tell the old man, so he skipped over He Huai’an and went straight to the thing the old man cared about most—the Kunlun Ring.

"So, old man, everyone in your memories might have another identity behind them, the one that caused the Kunlun Sect to fall apart back then. If you can still remember clearly, try to recall more carefully. I feel... we're getting closer to him..."

After saying this, Wang Sumo took a deep breath.

He Huai'an's identity within the Kunlun Sect must lie among the people the old man knows.

It might be one of the less noticeable ones, or even one that the old man is close to and familiar with.

Wang Sumo carefully recalled the scenes where He Huai'an and the old man were together, and it seemed that there was only that time in the Enchanted Town.

When He Huai'an arrived in the Enchanted Town, he was traveling a long and tiring journey and was busy with various tasks, so he hardly had a chance to meet the old man.

Meanwhile, the old man was searching for Gu Lianyong's remains and also looking for the strange people Gu Lianyong had mentioned who had escaped, so he kept missing He Huai'an.

No one noticed at the time that He Huai'an had only appeared in front of the old man once, cupping his hands and calling him "Senior Qu," which was done together with "Senior Weng." After that, a steward came to find him and talked about things in the Bewitching Town, and He Huai'an left in a hurry.

Looking back now, it was all planned out step by step.

I don't want to have too much contact with the old man, for fear that he might notice.

Therefore, things become much clearer if we look at it from the other side—the old man must have known him, which is why he was afraid of being exposed.

He is hidden in the old man's memory.

A chill ran down Wang Sumo's spine...

Fortunately, He Ping was smart enough to understand her unspoken message and didn't come here; otherwise, she wouldn't even have had time to carefully connect these clues.

Fang Rushi also had no chance to deal with Bai Cen, thus uncovering the connection between Bai Cen's sect and the rest of the story...

Sometimes, she even wondered—was this really done by one person? Or was she wrong from the very beginning…?

Wang Sumo gripped the reins tightly: "Grandpa, let's continue."

He nodded to the old man.

In the second round of the competition, according to the rules, three groups advanced to the final round, totaling twenty-seven people.

In other words, the final ten people will be selected from these twenty-seven.

But in reality, both the second and first rounds of the competition had disciples selected by the elders. Even if they couldn't be selected among the ten, they were already on the list of fifty outer disciples.

However, the ten finalists will enter the inner sect for a year of study before the other fifty.

Studying for a year in a sect like Kunlun brings glory and strength that later disciples who enter the inner sect can only envy.

Therefore, this final competition was even more intense than before, with the strongest of the strong being chosen!

As one of the few people who removed the burden from the Kunlun disciples in the previous round, his unfollowing had already been discussed extensively among the Kunlun disciples, though he himself was unaware of it at the time.

His senior brother, who was facing off against him, was named Pang Jiuyun.

The disciples of the Kunlun Sect called him Senior Brother Jiuyun.

Senior Brother Jiuyun is Elder Nie Hui's direct disciple, and he enjoys a high reputation among the disciples of the Kunlun Sect.

When he went to participate in the second round of the competition, all his fellow disciples were worried for these greenhorns who had just arrived. No one could possibly win against Senior Brother Jiuyun!

Unless Senior Brother Jiuyun goes easy on us.

Of course, it's not impossible, since Senior Brother Jiuyun is known as a very kind person.

However, this competition took all the Kunlun disciples by surprise!

At first, Senior Brother Jiuyun did hold back, probably not thinking of taking advantage of the situation. But in the end, when everyone suddenly realized who was protecting the one in the Eighth Route Army, Senior Brother Jiuyun still did his best.

This is not about leaving no room for compromise, but rather about respecting the opponent!

But no one expected that the newbie who called himself "Unfollow" would take advantage of the chaos to ambush Senior Brother Jiuyun's baggage.

More importantly, even though Senior Brother Jiuyun had already discovered it, he was still able to take the bag from Senior Brother Jiuyun's back using his own abilities!

At that moment, the entire Kunlun disciples' stands were stunned!

Because the impossible has happened!

He reached out and pulled Pang Jiuyun, who was about to fall, and said, "Thank you for your kindness!"

Pang Jiuyun was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Impressive skills."

And so, this round ended. Before leaving, Pang Jiuyun glanced at him one last time, then patted his keyboard cabinet and said with a smile, "Waiting for you at Kunlun Mountain."

Then, laughing and joking, he turned around with his fellow disciples.

Unfollowed and stunned.

The enthusiasm, optimism, gentleness, and kindness that Pang Jiuyun displayed, along with his interactions with his fellow disciples, suddenly made him somewhat envious of the large number of fellow disciples in these sects, who were like brothers and sisters...

I was lost in thought for a moment after unfollowing.

Soon, his teammates came to call him. He left because the rules for the next round of the competition were about to be announced.

After what just happened, he suddenly gained a lot of prestige among this batch of newcomers, and everyone would take the initiative to call him.

Unlike before, he was all alone.

The referee announced: "Next is the final round of the competition for today. The ten winners will be the inner disciples recruited by the Kunlun Sect this year. The competition will not be divided into sessions; all matches will be held in the same place."

A murmur rippled through the crowd.

Actually, it wasn't surprising that they unfollowed us, because Pang Jiuyun and the others had all left, and the Kunlun Sect disciples on the stands had also left, so there wouldn't be any more competitions here.

Moreover, the open space always seemed to be missing something.

The Kunlun Sect is a vast sect with a foundation far surpassing other sects. These newcomers are already outstanding for making it this far. Even if they aren't among the final ten, they are still among the top fifty outer disciples. Therefore, they should be taken to see the inner sanctum of the Kunlun Sect beforehand...

Sure enough, the referee disciple continued, "The next round of competition will be held in the Wind Pavilion. The Wind Pavilion is the Kunlun Sect's library. Although it's called a pavilion, it's very large, containing countless books. The upcoming competition will take place inside the Wind Pavilion. There are many ways to win; you can choose what you're good at. It's not limited to finding the disciple's bookmark in the books; challenging the disciples on duty in the Wind Pavilion in the written test; challenging the disciples guarding the outside of the Wind Pavilion in the martial test, etc... There are many methods, and I won't list them all. In short, the first ten to pass will become this year's inner disciples."

The moment the words were spoken, the audience erupted in chaos!

How can we compete if the winning rules aren't even clearly explained?

Is it based on luck?

But the referee's disciple laughed and said, "That's right. The sect leader said that luck is also a very important part of martial arts, so don't underestimate your luck. I'm leading everyone to the Wind Pavilion now. If you want to linger here, you'll have to wait until I come back."

Immediately, despite the noise, everyone followed suit.

On the left is a chubby disciple who is out of breath when he walks, but luckily, he passes every level.

The person on the right is a man who doesn't talk much. The fat man always talks to the two of them. The man who doesn't talk much ignores others, so only the fat man can talk to him, otherwise it's awkward.

And so, the talkative fat man spoke while panting heavily, as if he might run out of breath at any moment; the quiet one didn't listen at all and completely ignored him; while he, in the middle, responded symbolically a few times, he also had to worry that the fat man might suddenly run out of breath.

After all, Kunlun is majestic, and they are in a very high place...

"This is the Wind Pavilion." The referee disciple stopped in his tracks. "The rules were already explained. There is another rule: the Wind Pavilion has nine floors. Floors six and above are areas that only high-ranking disciples can enter. Floors eight and above are restricted areas. Those who enter without permission will be punished at the very least, and at worst, expelled from the sect. Since none of you are Kunlun disciples yet, those below the sixth floor may enter and leave as you please. Good luck to you all."

After the referee finished speaking, the gate of Fengzhong Pavilion was pushed open by the guards at the entrance.

An ancient and solemn atmosphere emanates from within. It's a place I've never been to before with so many books, like a solemn, dignified, and sacred academy, a labyrinth, or perhaps a display of collections.

"This last round is so interesting. There are no exact rules, which makes it even more appealing that people can do whatever they want..." Wang Sumo sighed. "This round is actually a selection process. Elder Nie Hui was there just now, so there must be other elders, right? This round is for everyone who enters the Wind Pavilion to demonstrate their own characteristics. This round is not actually a competition between them, but rather for the elders and sect leader of the Kunlun Sect to choose disciples from among these people whom they are willing to teach as inner disciples?"

Hearing this, the old man smiled with relief: "If you had been born a few decades earlier, I guess my master would have gotten along very well with you."

Wang Sumo: (⊙o⊙)…

That means she guessed right.

In this round, whether it's the judges guiding them to find Kunlun disciples for literary and martial arts tests or to find lucky bookmarks, it's just a prelude. What truly allows them to stand out is to get noticed by the elders of the Kunlun Sect.

Thinking of this, Wang Sumo couldn't help but laugh: "Then, old man, didn't you just wander around the Wind Pavilion aimlessly for a long time?"

Since Senior Fish Eater had already chosen his own disciple, this was merely a formality.

Thinking of this, the old man sighed, "Yes, it was incredibly boring, but I also realized that I've never had such a large place to slowly read books before. I suddenly felt envious. I forgot why I came here, and started looking at these bookshelves little by little, glancing at a page here and there. Later, I found a book and couldn't stop reading. I remember there was someone else like me, the one I mentioned earlier who didn't like to talk. His name was Song Jin."

Song Jin is the second person to appear after Pang Jiuyun.

"What about the fat guy?" Wang Sumo asked.

"The fat man's name is Lei Shi. He came in, asked someone to get him a cup of tea, and then fell asleep on the table."

Wang Sumo: (⊙o⊙)…

That's a really broad mind.

The old man continued—

He didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly a disciple stepped forward and said it was over, inviting them to come to the main hall.

He looked completely bewildered. Was it a contest to see who could fall asleep more while reading?

Or is someone else reading diligently? (Song Jin)

But some people are indeed lucky. One day, Lei Shi drooled in his sleep and quickly wiped it away, afraid that someone would find out and that it would get on the book. He then discovered that there was a lucky bookmark hidden in the book.

Wang Sumo exclaimed in astonishment: "This is truly lucky!"

But Fatty Lei seems to have always been very lucky.

And so, the group of ten arrived at the main hall.

The hall was majestic. The direct disciples of the elders who ranked high in the sect could watch the ceremony in the hall. Then there were the nine elders from Kunlun Mountain, and on the main seat of the hall, the one who sat solemnly in a magnificent robe, the most dazzling person in the room—the Kunlun Sect Leader.

[Author's Note]

Eating fish: It's truly eye-opening!

Unfollow: Meaningless...