Chapter 442: Unity of Dao

Cheng Yuejie was about to kneel down on the spot, begging Li Yanmo to take back his decision.

She now understood why Li Yanmo said that it would waste a lot of her time.

Asking her to be the master of Jianmen would be a waste of her time! Not only would it be a waste of her time, it would cost her life!

It’s a pity that Cheng Yuejie was supported by Yueyue halfway through her kneeling.

The big man in the Tribulation Stage personally took action, and Cheng Yuejie, a little Yuanying Stage, could not kneel down even if she used all her strength.

Seeing Cheng Yuejie's miserable appearance, Li Yanmo couldn't bear it, so he waved and called Cheng Yuejie to a dark place. Before Li Yanmo could say anything, Cheng Yuejie knelt down with a plop and refused to stand up no matter what.

"Master Li! Please let me go! I, I... I really can't bear the responsibility of being the master of Jianmen! I, I want to travel the world with a sword in the future, and find someone to learn sword from! How can you let me live like this!"

Cheng Yuejie was so choked up with sobs that she felt like banging her head against the wall out of grievance.

The Lord of Jianmen, that’s the Lord of Jianmen!

"Hey - Xiao Cheng, don't be like this, listen to my explanation," Li Yanmo stretched out his hand to pull Cheng Yuejie up.

But Cheng Yuejie is a real Yuanying stage cultivator, and he, who is a fake Yuanying stage cultivator, really can’t pull her back.

"Xiao Cheng, I am actually helping you. Think about it, if you appear as the leader of Jianmen and sit at the same table with other super sects..."

"No, no, no, I don't want it. I don't want it! Sect Master Li, please let me go!" Cheng Yuejie imagined the scene and her sword heart shattered to the ground. She curled up into a ball and refused to pull her head out no matter what.

"Xiao Cheng! Xiao Cheng, don't be like this! Listen to me! If you appear as the master of the Sword Sect, others will definitely investigate your strength. They will certainly find that you are not as exaggerated as the rumors say. How many other super sects have sword cultivators? They don't understand what is going on in the minds of sword cultivators!"

Li Yanmo was afraid that Cheng Yuejie would shrink like this, so he quickly comforted her, "Your strength is obviously nothing, but you sit in the position of the master of Jianmen. They will definitely suspect that there is something fishy going on here--"

Although Cheng Yuejie did not answer, she raised her head slightly and showed her eyes.

"Xiao Cheng, you can say some arrogant words as the master of Jianmen. Those super sects will think that you are a spokesperson pushed up by someone and will not really regard you as the master of Jianmen. When the time comes, they will just need to arrange for someone else to take over, and all the attention will be shifted to that person. No one will care who you are!"

Cheng Yuejie raised her head and cautiously asked, "Are you serious?"

"Of course, I never lie. Besides..." Li Yanmo hesitated for a moment and then reminded in a low voice, "Xiao Cheng, everyone knows that you accepted Yue Yue and the others as your disciples. Jianmen will definitely appear in the Taoist competition this time. If you don't show up, your identity as the leader of Jianmen will be confirmed. Then no one will be able to save you."

Cheng Yuejie opened her mouth, lowered her head, and accepted her fate.

"Welcome to the Master of Sword Gate!"

Yue Yue and other sword masters bowed towards Cheng Yuejie, who looked as pale as death.

Mei Chai Shao was silent for a long time and then looked at the third elder of Qingshan Sect, "Are you taking care of this child?"

"No, it's not me, I, I didn't!" The third elder of Qingshan Sect shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly.

It's not that he doesn't want to help Cheng Yuejie, but Cheng Yuejie... is too high-class! She has become the master of Jianmen, so as a master, he should quickly draw a clear line and not embarrass Cheng Yuejie.

All the members of Jianmen have arrived, and Cui Yuer and other geniuses of super sects are also ready to go. More than half of them have formed the supreme golden elixir through high-intensity battles and high-frequency elixir formation, and the rest are in the state of great perfection of foundation building. They say that they need to be cautious, but Hong Muer and others can see through their thoughts at a glance.

This means that he has already determined that the next elixir he will form will be the Supreme Golden Elixir, so he is waiting to form the elixir in public and make others envious!

Hong Muer expressed her envy in her real name.

Soon it was time to set sail.

The ancient ship slowly rose up, its hull covered with mottled moss and vines, as if waking up from a deep sleep on the seabed. The sails were already worn out, but they moved without wind, emitting a faint blue light. The carving on the bow was a huge sea beast, its eyes flashing with mysterious light, as if staring at the endless void.

As the ship gradually rose into the air, the air around it began to distort, as if time and space were collapsing around it. Thick clouds slowly approached the ship like a gray curtain, and low thunder could be heard faintly from the clouds, as if welcoming this giant from ancient times.

The moment the ship sank into the clouds, the clouds seemed to be torn apart, revealing a deep crack. The ship gradually disappeared in the dense clouds, leaving only the faint blue light looming in the clouds, and was finally completely swallowed up. Only the rolling sea of ​​clouds remained in the sky, as if nothing had happened, but the oppressive feeling of a huge object lingered for a long time, as if the ancient ship was still deep in the clouds, waiting for the next arrival.

Looking at the geniuses on the deck who were using various magic arrays to create strange visions, Li Yanmo felt very subdued.

Hong Muer whispered, "Why not use the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin? That one is obviously more powerful."

"No, we will be complained about," Zhong Sanyuan raised his hand and waved, "They have registered the right to use it. Anything that reminds people of the nine dragons pulling the coffin is not allowed to be used, so eight dragons and seven dragons are not allowed."

Hong Muer stuck out her tongue, and Li Yanmo became interested. "Why is that?"

"This... is very complicated to explain," Zhong Sanyuan rubbed his hair on his forehead, "Dayu's Taoism originated from the Tao Pillar. With the help of the Tao Pillar, the development speed of Dayu's Taoism far exceeded that of the Great Wilderness Taoism, but it also brought another problem."

"The Daozhu will sort out Dayu's Dao lineage."

Li Yanmo raised his eyebrows. Jiang Baili also mentioned combing, but it was obviously a completely different meaning from what Zhong Sanyuan said.

"Similar sects will unknowingly unite under the influence of the Dao Pillar," Zhong Sanyuan put his palms together in front of him, "sometimes it may be a friendly union, sometimes it may be a life-and-death dispute. For hundreds of thousands of years, all sects with similar Daoist traditions have united for some reason without exception."

"Of course, it is better to say that it is annexation than unification. It is always the strong side that absorbs the weak side and perfects its own Taoism."

"Dayu Daotong once had hundreds of super sects. Under the invisible organization of Daozhu, the remaining ones are now more than 70 super sects that have nothing to do with each other and are completely independent of Daotong."

At this time, Hong Muer interrupted and said, "There was once a super sect called Hehuan Sect, but they couldn't compete with them in being coquettish..."

Before Hong Muer could finish her words, Yao Mengyi, who was accompanying her, covered her mouth.

(End of this chapter)