"Have you heard? The new sword master of the Myriad Veins Sword Sect is an imposter!"
"How is it possible? They are one of the three great sects. How could they do such a ridiculous thing?"
"The news has spread everywhere. The ancient Taiyin God has been resurrected. The Wanmai Sword Sect is afraid of being beaten by the Pantheon and wants to cling to Taiyin's thighs."
"really?"
"How could it be fake? The new Sword Master is a lackey of the Ancient God Taiyin. The Sword Master Ceremony is just to give Taiyin face."
"Tsk tsk, they say sword cultivators are aloof and detached, but it turns out they are also such flatterers."
“Who said it wasn’t…”
“…”
Everyone in the inn was chatting animatedly, and no one noticed that the two people sitting at a guest table in the corner of the hall had dark faces.
Both of them were dressed like casual cultivators, wearing gray clothes and looking dusty. Their eyes showed fatigue, and it was obvious that they had been traveling for a long time.
One of the round-faced young men was so angry that he was about to stand up, but the young man in black who was drinking opposite him raised his head and gave him a cold look.
The round-faced young man suddenly stiffened, sat down again, tilted his head back and took a sip of wine.
"Brother Xiang, aren't you angry?"
The round-faced young man was indignant. Before the young man in black could say anything, he saw another senior brother sitting next to him shaking his head and saying:
"I've been listening to the same old stuff all the time. My ears are getting calluses. I just want to laugh. Are you still angry?"
The round-faced young man said helplessly, "Brother Liang, if my character was half as good as yours, I wouldn't be stuck in the early stages of the Out-of-Body Realm and unable to break through."
The two were chatting when they suddenly heard the monk at the next table say:
"Speaking of which, I recently heard a piece of new news, but I don't know if it's true or not."
"Tell me about it."
"You all know that the disciple of the East Continent Earth God is now in the Myriad Veins Sword Sect, right?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the round-faced young man and Senior Brother Liang immediately looked over.
This sight does not seem abrupt.
Because at this moment, all the monks in the hall looked over when they heard this.
Only the young man in black remained unmoved and continued drinking with his head down.
The monk was very pleased to be attracting so much attention, and without keeping the topic secret, he continued:
"I heard that this disciple of Dongzhou Dishen came to Xizhou for some reason, but he still misses his master and has not become a disciple of any powerful person in the Wanmai Sword Sect."
"I have also heard about this matter."
Another casual cultivator took over the conversation, "This man's name is Xiang Jianjue. Initially, everyone called him a hypocrite, but later in Jiancheng, he put aside past grudges and took the risk to stand up and clear the name of the sword cultivators. He is indeed a person of pure heart."
"Daoyou, your words are different."
The cultivator who spoke first chuckled and said, "I heard that the Earth God disciple has become a disciple of the new Sword Master of the Myriad Veins Sword Sect!"
"What?!"
The crowd was in an uproar.
The round-faced young man and Senior Brother Liang were also stunned and couldn't help but look back at the young man in black.
Before the round-faced young man could ask, the cultivator tutted his words again, "In my opinion, Xiang Jianjue is not obsessed with his former master, but he doesn't like anyone in the Sword Sect to be his new master!
Come to think of it, the Earth God controls Dongzhou and is invincible. How can ordinary cultivators be stronger than Him?
But the Ancient God of Taiyin is a true deity. A wise bird chooses its own tree to inhabit, so it's only natural for Xiang Jianjue to choose Taiyin as his disciple."
When everyone heard this, they all thought it made perfect sense.
“It’s just like that…”
"Xiang Jianjue is such a despicable person. Aren't you afraid that the Earth God of Dongzhou will clean up the mess after he escapes?"
"It's such a waste of talent for sword cultivation to be on this person!"
“…”
Everyone was either sarcastic or disdainful, and the round-faced young man was so angry that he was fuming.
He didn't know the truth, but he had been training with Senior Brother Xiang for many years. If it weren't for Senior Brother Xiang's repeated rescue, the grass on his grave would have been several feet high.
Senior Brother Xiang is definitely not a treacherous person!
His eyes were blazing with fire, and he was about to stand up and argue with others, but was suppressed by a look from the young man in black.
The young man in black was Xiang Jianjue.
He ignored the resentment in the round-faced young man's eyes and said calmly, "It seems you are not tired yet. Let's continue on our journey in a quarter of an hour."
The round-faced young man was stunned. "Huh?"
"Junior brother, please rest for another hour. I really can't take it anymore."
Liang Haoming couldn't help but wail, "It's only been a month since the half-year deadline. Do we really need to be so anxious?"
They received a message from the sect that the Sword Master Ceremony would not begin until half a year later, which was enough time for all the disciples who were training outside to rush back.
He originally wanted to stay for two more days, but Xiang Jianjue did not delay for a moment and took them to the sect in a frantic hurry.
Liang Haoming, a sword cultivator in the Out-of-Body Stage, traveled day and night for a month without stopping, but he actually felt like he was going to die.
At first he didn't think there was anything wrong and just thought it was due to his junior brother's personality.
Now, hearing such rumors, I couldn't help but blink.
Junior Brother Xiang is so anxious, could it be that he really wants to become the disciple of the new sword master and rush back to see his new master?
He had some guesses in his mind, but he remained calm on the surface and had no intention of asking any questions.
Xiang Jianjue lowered his head and drank the spicy spirit wine, one cup after another.
It seems that only in this way can he suppress the anxiety in his heart.
He hadn't seen his master for more than forty years. How could he not be anxious?
He just wanted to hurry on his way and return to the sect as soon as possible. He never took the rumors from the outside world to heart.
However, the relationship between him and his master was extremely secretive, and few people in the Sword Sect knew about it. But now even the casual cultivators outside can tell the whole story.
He didn't believe that there was no one behind the scenes fanning the flames.
However, Master would never put himself in danger without reason. If he allowed rumors to spread, there must be a deeper meaning behind it, and he would not interfere.
Xiang Jianjue's guess was correct. There was indeed someone deliberately spreading rumors about him behind his back.
But he didn't know that the person who spread the rumors behind the scenes was none other than his beloved master, Xiang Sheng.
"Master, the news about the young master has spread. Now everyone in the Myriad Veins Sword Sect knows about it, and even in the territories of the other two major sects, there are some rumors."
Inside the hall, Geng Qi reported respectfully.
During the year Xiang Sheng left, she stayed in the sect and devoted herself to cultivation. Her cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and she had reached the Nascent Soul stage of ghost cultivation.
Xiang Sheng nodded slightly when he heard this. Seeing that Geng Qi was still not leaving, he asked calmly, "What else?"
Geng Qi quickly presented the four jade slips in his hand, "Palace Master Feng sent the flower name jade slips, and there is one thing he is undecided about, so he said it is up to you to decide."
Xiang Sheng stretched out her hand and four jade slips flew up by themselves and landed in her palm.
These four jade slips are of different colors, and are engraved with the words "Xuan", "Wan", "Yuan" and "Qing" respectively.
Two days ago, Feng Yingxiu told her that in the future the two main sword lineages, Xuanjian and Wanjian, and the two secondary sword lineages, Yuan and Qing, would be under her command and under her command.
The total number of formal disciples of these four sects is over 20,000, which is quite a lot.
Xiang Sheng originally thought that the transfer of jurisdiction would take some time, but he didn't expect that Feng Yingxiu would send the flower name jade slip over in just two days.
It seems that she has been managing the eight main veins alone for many years, and she is exhausted...
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng smiled and asked, "Why can't you make up your mind?"
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