Master Zisong's face darkened, and he turned to look at He Lixian: "Sect Leader He, so you've come too. I thought you wouldn't care about such trivial matters."
"Since Master Zisong has gained such a talented disciple, how could I, as the sect leader of Tianqing Sect, not personally visit and witness it? Where is your personal disciple? Bring him out so that this old man can broaden his horizons."
"We will grant Sect Leader He's wish immediately."
Master Zisong smiled broadly, his eyes filled with provocation as he looked at He Lixian.
This made He Lixian tremble with anger, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the wine glass.
The other five major sects turned a blind eye to this, after all, these two old sects had disliked each other for thousands of years and had been constantly trying to trip each other up, both openly and secretly.
As for the reasons, there are many different opinions.
Some say that when He Lixian and Master Zisong were still disciples, they fought because they were in love with a female cultivator. In the end, the female cultivator didn't like either of them and became the concubine of a powerful family.
Some say that the two men both coveted the same cultivation technique while in the secret realm, and neither was willing to give it up, leading to a fierce fight that only ended when the sect leaders of Qingyun Sect and Tianqing Sect intervened. From then on, the two men became bitter enemies.
Some people say that Master Zisong killed He Lixian's father, and He Lixian then killed Master Zisong's mother, thus creating a feud between the two.
In short, nobody knows the truth.
But one thing is certain: the comparison between the two has continued for hundreds of years without stopping.
Whatever Master Zisong has, He Lixian must also have. If he can't get it, he'll destroy it. No one wants to benefit the other, and everyone wants to make the other suffer.
These things were incomprehensible to Shen Zhao; they were like two overgrown children blindly comparing themselves to each other, so stupid that it was unbearable to look at.
"Lin Feng!"
"Disciple is here!"
At Master Zisong's command, Lin Feng, with his gentle and refined appearance, calmly walked towards the high platform.
"It's Junior Brother Lin!"
"Oh my god, he's so handsome!"
"Look, Junior Brother Lin Feng seems to be smiling at me."
"Nonsense, he clearly smiled at me. How could Junior Brother Lin Feng be interested in you?"
The moment Lin Feng appeared, all the female disciples in the sect were filled with longing, and their faces flushed with embarrassment at just one glance.
Among the inner female disciples, Lu Xuanji stared intently at Lin Feng with her beautiful eyes, unwilling to move an inch.
Elder Mo Xinchen also showed a gentle expression the moment Lin Feng appeared.
As for the male disciples, they all praised him:
"Junior Brother Lin is truly like a gentleman, making people feel as if they are bathed in a spring breeze."
"Yes, I believe that Junior Brother Lin will definitely lead my Qingyun Sect to glory."
"Since he is the sect leader's personal disciple, it seems that the position of the next sect leader will definitely belong to Junior Brother Lin."
Lin Feng's appearance instantly made him the focus of the entire audience. He possessed all the aura of a protagonist, and even the other five major sects cast envious glances at him, recognizing at a single look that the Qingyun Sect had acquired a fine disciple.
Only Shen Zhao's table and the table next to Tianqing Sect's table were unaffected.
However, when Shen Zhao glanced at Su Yunying, he suddenly noticed a shadow of gloom on her usually cheerful and lively face.
Shen Zhao and his group remained silent, while the three from Tianqing Sect immediately began to insult each other.
"What is it? It's just that it looks better, there's no difference."
"Perhaps it was because of his good looks that he was accepted as a personal disciple of the sect?"
"Zisong's tastes are getting heavier and heavier. I never expected him to have such a peculiar habit. It's something I never imagined."
"Hahaha……"
The three of them burst out laughing.
Master Zisong glared at He Lixian, then looked at Lin Feng kneeling before him with a kind expression.
"Disciple Lin Feng greets Sect Master!"
Lin Feng politely bowed to Master Zisong.
Master Zisong raised his hand to signal him to stand up and said to everyone, "Everyone, this is my last disciple, Lin Feng. From today onwards, he will be my personal disciple and the next leader of the Qingyun Sect."
Upon hearing this, the crowd began to whisper among themselves.
It's one thing for you to accept personal disciples, but to appoint someone as the successor of the Qingyun Sect after only a little over a month seems a bit too hasty.
However, no one in the Qingyun Sect seemed to have any objection to this, as if they had all been brainwashed by Lin Feng, and no one dared to voice their doubts.
Raymond Lam appeared very humble, though he was already incredibly excited inside.
So this is what it feels like to be the center of attention?
Since joining the Qingyun Sect a little over a month ago, his treatment has been vastly different from before.
Master Zisong not only accepted him as a disciple, but also, after learning about his physical characteristics, said frankly: "If you ever take a fancy to any female disciple in the sect who needs dual cultivation, you don't need to report it. Just do it. You are the hope of my Qingyun Sect."
He was really excited and had already set his sights on an inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect.
That's Lu Xuanji.
The moment he saw Lu Xuanji, he vowed that he would get her no matter what.
However, fearing that being too abrupt would attract gossip, he began to slowly approach her, and finally almost won her heart.
After today's apprenticeship ceremony, he will find an opportunity to make things happen with Lu Xuanji.
Lu Xuanji had long been prepared to dedicate herself to Lin Feng, and even imagined the wonderful scene of having seven or eight children for him after the two became Daoist partners.
As she thought about it, Lu Xuanji's cheeks turned bright red, and she couldn't help but cover her burning cheeks with her hands.
Just as Lin Feng faced the guests and smiled as he bowed to them, he suddenly met Shen Zhao's cold gaze.
The next moment, he felt a ringing in his head, followed by intense pain.
In an instant, he seemed to find himself atop a collapsed snow-capped peak, with a landscape shrouded in blood mist below.
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