Chapter 66 Successor to the Sovereign
He recognized the disciples who had once saluted cautiously before him. Now, each of them had advanced in cultivation and had a condensed aura. One of them had even entered the initial stage of foundation building.
There was another one who actually wore a purple-patterned jade token issued by the sect on his waist... It was the symbol of a direct disciple.
"Personal teaching... How is it possible..."
Gu Xingzhi murmured to himself, feeling a blockage in his chest.
He remembered that when he left, only a few people on Qingyue Peak could barely reach the eighth level of Qi training, and the rest were around the fifth and third levels of Qi training. But now, these people had made breakthroughs one after another.
His thoughts were in turmoil.
At this moment, a bright spiritual light suddenly rose from the center of the martial arts field, illuminating a large area of the night sky. The spiritual energy vibrated violently, startling the surrounding spiritual birds.
Gu Xingzhi looked up and saw a young girl in white standing in the ball of spiritual light. The spiritual energy around her was flowing like a rainbow, her hair was flying and her clothes were fluttering, and as her hands formed seals, invisible ripples spread out from her as the center.
"Is it...Su Luoxue?"
He recognized it.
She was the most inconspicuous junior sister back then. She practiced very slowly and was always mocked for being stupid in private.
But now, surrounded by people, under the cover of night, between heaven and earth, she successfully broke through to the middle stage of foundation building!
"Senior Sister Su has made a breakthrough!"
"Oh my god, she has only been in foundation building for a short time, and she has reached the middle stage so quickly!"
"As expected, if you don't make a sound, you'll be a big hit!"
All the disciples were amazed, and then some of them came forward to congratulate him in unison.
Gu Xingzhi was still standing there, stunned as if he had been struck by a flash of inspiration.
He remembered clearly that he had even sneered at her when she asked for advice, saying that she was too untalented to be cultivated.
But now, this little junior sister who was once looked down upon has reached a level that is far beyond his reach.
He was wrapped in the night wind, and although it was freezing cold, he broke out in a sweat.
He stared at the back of the girl in white in the field, and suddenly an unprecedented sense of strangeness arose in his heart.
"Can I...really still catch up with them?"
This thought flashed through his mind, and it was even more devastating than the previous defeat.
Gu Xingzhi's chest heaved violently, and he pressed his heart tightly with one hand, but the crack in his heart continued to expand uncontrollably.
The other side.
The silvery moonlight poured down among the rocks.
Three days.
He had been tortured by the heart-eating insect for three days and three nights.
During these three days, the poison attacked him every two hours. Each time, it was as if hundreds of thorns grew wildly from his heart, tearing his bones and gnawing at his flesh. The pain made him break out in cold sweats and twitch all over.
Ye Wange once told him...
As long as you can get through three days, you'll be fine.
Ning Yan believed it.
He gritted his teeth and persevered, hitting the wall countless times before he finally made it through.
But after three days, the pain did not stop.
Instead, it is getting worse.
That night, the heart-eating insect attacked again. He huddled in the corner of the spirit house, his body curled up into a ball. His blood seemed to be flowing backwards, as if he was about to be torn apart alive.
“Ugh…ah…Master…save me…”
He couldn't help it, so he stumbled out of the house and crawled towards the main peak.
In the side hall of the main peak, the air was filled with sandalwood incense and the light was dim.
Ye Wange sat cross-legged on the cushion, spiritual energy surging around her. A golden seal slowly emerged, its light growing brighter and brighter. Between breaths, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into her body.
Her skin was as white as jade and her aura was solemn, with a dot of cinnabar between her eyebrows shining brightly.
Suddenly the palace door slammed open.
Ning Yan stumbled into the hall, "Master... I... am still in pain... didn't you say... it would be healed in three days?"
Ye Wange slowly opened her eyes, her features still dignified and picturesque, but with a hint of indifference in her expression: "Three days? Yes, I did say three days, but I didn't mean three days to help you get rid of the Heart-Erosion Gu."
Ning Yan was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Ye Wange smiled lightly, flicked her sleeves to pull him in front of her, and pointed a finger at his heart.
Suddenly, the poison in Ning Yan's body began to stir wildly.
She looked down at him and said, "You have a furnace-cauldron constitution."
"The Heart-Eating Gu is just a fuse."
Ning Yan's eyes widened: "You...it was you who planted the Heart-Eroding Gu in my body..."
Ye Wange did not deny it and said coldly: "Why do you think I keep you by my side? As a disciple? Haha... There are thousands of cultivators in the world. How could a Yuanying cultivator like me be in need of a disciple?"
"But a furnace-cauldron physique like yours is rare among millions."
As soon as she finished speaking, she formed a seal with her five fingers and spiritual energy blasted into Ning Yan's body!
Ning Yan suddenly raised his head and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. The heart-eating insect in his body seemed to be pulled and entangled with Ye Wange's spiritual power. He only felt that his own spiritual power, essence, blood, and even his soul were being drawn out bit by bit and sent into Ye Wange's body!
Ye Wange closed her eyes and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Not bad...it's really pure. Come again."
As spiritual energy surged, she practiced her skills with all her strength, and her cultivation level rose steadily. The thunderous momentum shook the entire side hall, and the strange phenomenon of the advancement of the Nascent Soul appeared in the sky... Purple lightning flashed across the sky, and magical clouds surged.
Ning Yan fell to the ground, his body covered in blood, his pupils dilated and his consciousness blurred.
He heard Ye Wange murmur softly.
"The middle stage of Nascent Soul has finally been achieved."
Ning Yan couldn't even cry anymore and could only lie on the cold ground, his eyes as empty as dead water.
He wanted to scold her, but he was so weak that he couldn't even clench his fists.
…
In the meeting hall.
The morning light shines, and the magnificent golden glazed tiles gleam coldly in the sunlight.
Sect Master Xie Youran sat at the main seat, his eyes swept over the several peak masters,
"I have reached a bottleneck, my energy and blood are about to decline. The sect's affairs cannot be delayed because of me alone. There are many talented people in the sect now. In terms of talent and character, only Ye Zhao is the most suitable."
The Xuantian Peak Master nodded slightly: "Ye Zhao has a calm and steady mind, acts with moderation, and has extraordinary talent. I agree."
The leader of Chiyang Peak also said, "We are willing to assist you."
Several peak masters had no objection.
Xie Youran raised his hand and waved it. A spiritual light rose in the hall, and a golden seal of the sect master's inheritance slowly emerged, indicating that... Ye Zhao would be the new sect master of the Sword-Wen Sect.
The sect quickly took action.
Monks were coming and going, and the peak master personally ordered the arrangements for the succession ceremony.
The Yunhua Tianyi Formation, which had not appeared for decades, was also reactivated.
In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the succession ceremony.
The rosy glow covered the mountaintops and cranes circled in the sky.
Ye Zhao was wearing a plain white robe with cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread on the corners. She walked alone through the viewing avenue of the Sword-Seeking Sect. Along the way, many disciples saluted her from afar.
At this moment, a deliberately soft voice came from beside the flower tree.
"Master Ye Feng."
Ye Zhao stopped.
Yun Yao came over with traces of tears still on her face. Her steps were unsteady and it was obvious that she was not having a good time.
She looked up at Ye Zhao, forcing a smile as she spoke, "I heard that you're going to be the successor to the position of Sect Master today. That's great... You're truly amazing, I knew that from the beginning."
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