At that moment, Ji Cheng had a solemn expression, holding that golden smoking pipe that represented the identity of the Sect Leader.
Right now, at the assembly, about seventy percent of the elders supported him to be the chief.
After all, in the great battle of the Yinming Sea, Ji Cheng served as the grand general and truly achieved many feats.
The responsibility for the previous failure in the formation was also lifted from him.
After returning with the corpse of a demonic cultivator from the Integration Realm, this was the best reason and proof.
When controlling the formation, he was attacked by surprise, and in exchange for a serious injury, he killed a demonic cultivator from the Integration Realm.
Although this caused the plan to fail, the blame could not fall on him.
According to procedure, after holding the smoking pipe, he went to pay homage to the founding ancestor and previous leaders.
Only then was the ceremony officially considered completed.
As for the choice of Ji Cheng as Sect Leader, it did not seem too unexpected to everyone.
After all, according to hierarchy and strength, he really was one of the best candidates for chief.
Only, compared to previous chiefs, the burden on his shoulders would temporarily be much lighter.
For a thousand years, there would be no more wars in the Yinming Sea.
But how to face the lord of the Yinming Sea after a thousand years, that would probably be the only and necessary mission Ji Cheng should fulfill as chief.
After finishing the ceremony,
Ji Cheng walked alone to the residence of his disciple nephew.
Because the owner was no longer there,
the residence felt much colder and deserted.
Being the head of a sect, Wang Yuan's residence had nothing to do with the word "luxurious."
Rather, it looked like an ordinary study.
The four treasures of the study, a few bookshelves, a few paintings hanging on the wall, and there was not a single magical artifact for decoration.
That was all the young Sect Leader had left as heritage.
Seeing all this, Ji Cheng sighed, and his smile had a bitter and regretful touch.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he have believed it?
"Only upon becoming chief do I realize how hard it was for you, disciple nephew."
He murmured, and standing in the residence, a crack appeared in his determination.
The position he had fought so hard for
turned out to be so empty?
At that moment, Ji Cheng began to understand everything gradually.
After standing there for several long moments, Ji Cheng quietly left the residence, and with a gesture, cast a seal that closed it.
Upon leaving, he was about to return to the main hall to take care of sect affairs when he saw Tang Yu already waiting at the door.
"Chief Tang, do you have some business?"
Seeing Tang Yu, Ji Cheng felt inexplicably uneasy, as if he had been discovered.
"Chief Wang is no longer here, before I spoke with him about some business cooperation topics between the two sects after the war, now I can only confirm it with you."
Tang Yu got straight to the point.
"Let's go inside to talk."
Ji Cheng made an inviting gesture, and the two entered the hall, where Tang Yu repeated what he had discussed earlier with Wang Yuan.
After about half an hour of talk, once everything was settled, Tang Yu went to Wang Yuan's mausoleum and lit a cigarette for him, then departed to leave the Litang Sect.
As the last supporting sect to leave Litang, when the Hehuan Sect withdrew, the farewells of the Litang members were not lacking.
Sitting on the magic boat that took them away from the vast Litang mountain range, the surrounding landscape slowly began to look familiar.
In this great battle, luckily no one from the Hehuan Sect died, although there were several seriously injured, a much better situation than in previous years.
An elder approached Tang Yu and smiled.
"Leader, no one died in this great battle, you have great merit."
"Leader? Sounds good, right? I'm the deputy Leader, my elder sister is the Leader."
Tang Yu laughed and joked, saying that those guys didn't know since when they started calling her "Leader."
"There's not much difference, anyway the Leader won't care either."
The elder smiled showing his teeth, this sect sibling pair looked at each other every day with such complicity that they almost seemed to be together.
Who is the Leader and who is his wife? Does it really matter?
Tang Yu didn't want to pay attention to that guy either, after chatting a little, she dismissed him with the excuse that talking too much with men would kill her, and went to guide the disciples in their cultivation.
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To the north of the continent.
In a peach forest that stretches for hundreds of kilometers, grows a millenary peach tree several thousand years old.
This peach tree has been here so many years that it gave birth to a refined spirit that cultivated itself until it became a magical spirit.
Then an elder of a great sect saw it and took it to cultivate it inside the sect.
Now it is a great cultivator in the Divine Transformation Realm, and is the coveted goal of countless spirits and plant and animal creatures.
Peach blossoms have always symbolized romantic destiny.
That is why this millenary peach tree is naturally considered by the cultivators of the northern continent as a place to seek romantic fate.
That is why there is a peach blossom temple here, and the number of people who come to pray for luck is countless.
One day, a corpulent woman, like a mountain of flesh, arrived at the peach blossom temple.
This drew the attention of many passersby, who gave her looks.
But when they saw that she had cultivation in the Nascent Soul Realm,
soon almost no one dared to look at her again, lest that powerful figure in the Nascent Soul Realm got annoyed and made them explode.
A little Taoist from the temple saw this visitor and felt some pity, he couldn't help but approach smiling and say:
"Sister benefactor, have you come to pray for luck?"
"I came to recover something."
"What thing?"
"A symbol of commitment."
The little Taoist suddenly understood and couldn't help but be mentally surprised.
Who could that benefactor man be who is willing to seal his love forever with this benefactor woman?
After bidding farewell to the little Taoist, Fang Meiyun walked expressionlessly to the millenary peach tree.
The huge tree was already covered with red strings, one end tied to the tree and the other hanging with all kinds of commitment symbols.
These red strings are bought with spirit stones in the temple.
The more money you spend, the longer the string can remain hanging, and the higher it can be placed.
She looked up at a red string hanging very high.
The other end of that string was wrapped around a red sandalwood box.
Back then, she and Xiao Juele came here and paid five top-grade spirit stones to leave that sandalwood box for a thousand years.
Both agreed that after a thousand years they would take each other's hand and come to collect it.
But a thousand years have not yet passed.
She came alone to keep the appointment.
After reciting their birth dates in her mind, the red string untied itself, the sandalwood box flew into her hands and opened by itself.
Inside was a jade hairpin and a small lock of hair.
That they left when they were young.
Symbolizing that they would be lifelong spouses united through all reincarnations.
"Darling, I will bring you back to my side, so that we never, never, never separate."
Fang Meiyun smiled enchantedly, took the lock of hair and put it in her mouth to swallow it.
After swallowing Xiao Juele's hair, she quickly joined her hands in a seal, and her already prominent belly swelled a little more.
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