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In Lin Feng's mind, he became a peak Emperor Realm expert, standing proudly above all others, looking down at the blood cloud from mid-air.

He had both beautiful women and power.

The legend of Lin Feng is widely circulated throughout the Immortal Martial Continent.

But he was not satisfied with this; he wanted to ascend to the legendary Immortal Realm and become a true god.

For tens of thousands of years, no powerful being at the Divine Realm has emerged on the Immortal Martial Continent. Lin Feng is determined to reopen the path to the heavens and step into that mysterious and ethereal new world.

Because decades ago, his most formidable opponent since his debut achieved a moment of divine power right here in these ruins.

He felt that the opportunity to become a god lay at the summit of the Nine Abyss.

However, as he bent down to rush towards the snow cloud, the originally dense blood cloud suddenly burst open, and a form formed from the remnants of consciousness, carrying the force of thunder, passed directly over his forehead in an instant.

The next moment, Lin Feng felt himself struggling in the blazing flames, his body twisting and turning until he was finally reduced to a pile of charred remains.

On his deathbed, he saw the true form of that figure.

It was that face that he had both hated and feared for over a decade.

"Phew~"

Regaining his senses, Lin Feng involuntarily took two steps back.

"Feng'er, what's wrong?"

"Master, please forgive me. I was a little distracted just now."

When Lin Feng came to his senses, he felt as if everything had happened in another world, and he didn't know if it was real or an illusion.

But at that moment, a voice in his mind kept reminding him: the man sitting in the guest area who is looking at you is extremely dangerous, so don't get close to him.

Seeing that Lin Feng was unharmed, Master Zisong didn't think much of it and comforted him, "Feng'er, don't be nervous. Everyone here is a sect leader from various sects in the Eastern Continent. You'll have to interact with them quite often in the future."

I know you might be having some trouble adjusting right now, but it will get better.

Lin Feng nodded: "I am truly ashamed that I have made a fool of myself in front of my master and all the seniors."

"Haha, it's alright!"

Master Zisong grew increasingly fond of his disciple and couldn't help but gently stroke his head.

Just then, Shen Zhao spoke up: "Master Zisong, I think your approach to this matter is a bit too hasty."

Upon hearing this, Master Zisong turned to look at Shen Zhao, his brows furrowing slightly: "May I ask what you mean by that?"

Shen Zhao smiled and said, "Today is the Qingyun Sect's disciple-acceptance ceremony. I shouldn't have raised any objections on such an occasion, but what Master Zisong said just now was really inappropriate, so I spoke up to ask."

Ding Bu'er immediately chimed in, "Yes, Master Zisong, we should congratulate you on taking on your beloved disciple, but aren't you afraid that what you just said will discourage the disciples of Qingyun Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Zisong stood proudly and said, "If you two have anything to say, please speak frankly. There's no need to beat around the bush. Today, all seven major sects of the Eastern Continent are here. If there's a problem, just point it out directly. How exactly have my actions chilled the hearts of the disciples?"

Shen Zhao stood up and said calmly, "I just heard Master Zisong say that the future sect leader of Qingyun Sect will be handed over to this young brother Lin. Is that right?"

Master Zisong stroked his long beard: "Indeed, so what?"

Shen Zhao asked, "May I ask, Master Zisong, how long did it take you to go from being a disciple of the Qingyun Sect to becoming its successor?"

Master Zisong: "I am dull-witted. I started as an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect and it took me a hundred years to become a candidate for the sect's successor. It took me another hundred years to finally sit in the position of the Qingyun Sect Master."

Shen Zhao nodded: "Yes, Master Zisong should understand the rules of the Qingyun Sect better than an outsider like me. If one wants to become the successor of the sect leader, strength is naturally indispensable."

However, we also need to consider their contributions to the sect and their character before we can be certain about who will be the future successor. As for this young man Lin, let's set aside his cultivation level, talent, and aptitude for now...

I only ask one question: since he joined the Qingyun Sect, can his contributions be compared to those of all the Qingyun Sect disciples present here?

Upon hearing this, the other six major sects nodded in agreement.

He Lixian kept praising, "Well said! How can the choice of sect leader be made so lightly!"

Even with extraordinary talent, how can one become the sect leader's successor without sufficient achievements and strength?

"Old man Zisong, you're really getting senile at your age! How could you make such a decision that goes against the ancestors?!"

The other Qingyun Sect disciples then realized that their sect leader was indeed a bit biased. Even if Lin Feng was outstanding, he hadn't made any significant contributions to the sect with his current strength.

Master Zisong was immediately enraged: "This is an internal matter of my Qingyun Sect. How dare you, an outsider, interfere? By the way, who are you people? Who sent you here!"

Mo Xinchen immediately stood up: "Sect Master, this Young Hero Shen is someone I invited."

Master Zisong: "Elder Mo, why are you bringing all sorts of people to my Qingyun Sect? Today is my disciple-acceptance ceremony, so I will let it go for now. But let them go down the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Hao, unable to bear it any longer, decisively retorted: "Old man, I advise you not to be so arrogant."

"Our presence here today to attend your disciple-acceptance ceremony is a tremendous honor for your Qingyun Sect. You'd better not be ungrateful and let the situation spiral out of control!"

Master Zisong: "And who are you? What right do you have to interfere in the affairs of my Qingyun Sect!"

Before Liang Hao could speak, Shen Zhao interrupted, "Who are we? Have you ever heard of the Court of Judgments?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the amethyst brooch on his left breast.

"A tribunal? Hmph..."

Master Zisong had assumed that Shen Zhao and his group had some background or connections, but upon hearing that it was a nominally defunct tribunal, he immediately became disdainful.

"Does a tiny tribunal dare to interfere in the affairs of my Qingyun Sect?"

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