Chapter 73 - 1-6.3 Senior Brother, Stop It, You Are A Villain!

Chapter 1

Feng Shao never thought that things like transmigration would also happen to him.

He even didn't expect that after traveling for a long time, he would face the situation of freezing and starving to death.

Looking up at the sky covered by thick, dark clouds, he subconsciously wrapped up the thin clothes on his body. He only wanted to scold the thief in his heart.

You dragged me from modern society to this damn world! I don't expect you to make me the son of destiny, but don't let me die as soon as I come up!

It had been five days since he transmigrated. After crossing, he found that he had turned into a little boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old with nothing else on his body except a coarse sackcloth.

As for the environment, it was a world of ice and snow. Looking around, there wasn't a single creature in sight for tens of kilometers around. It seemed like he was the only one left in the world, struggling to survive in this lonely world.

To survive, Feng Shao had to start a hard trek in the snow. He could no longer count how far he had traveled in this icy world. The dark clouds in the sky seemed to never go away, and the never-ending howling snowstorm made it impossible for him to even use the light of the sun to identify direction.

He could only calculate how many days had passed by the changes in the weather.

Due to the lack of food and clothing, he felt that the fire of his own life was on the verge of being extinguished. He was tired, hungry, and sleepy, and the biting cold wind kept taking away the remaining heat from his body through his thin clothes.

He knew he was reaching his limit.

Looking up at the sky, Feng Shao couldn't help smiling wryly.

I'm probably the fastest and worst transmigrator in history, right?

A stagger under his feet made him fall on the snow involuntarily. He struggled to get up, but his body had not eaten for many days, making him unable to stand at all.

Oh, that's it, I'm tired. If there's an afterlife, I hope to be reincarnated into a warm family.

As he was dying, he vaguely saw a figure walking in front of him. He couldn't see the whole figure clearly and could only vaguely hear what the man said.

He said, "Are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

Feng Shao subconsciously replied in a low voice: "Then you…can you save me?"

"If you worship me as your teacher, I will save you."

"…What if I don't ask you to be my teacher?"

"…I will still save you."

"Then I am willing to worship you as my teacher."

It was this short conversation that changed the fate of Feng Shao's life.

Later, Qing Yangzi, who has become the head of the Taiwei Sect, asked his eldest disciple a question: "If I said at that time that if you don't learn from the teacher, I won't save you, what would you do?"

Feng Shao replied: "Of course I will apprentice! After all, I don't want to die!"

"But why did you still ask such a question?"

"Because I have to find out who my future master is."

"…Is there any difference?"

"Of course, there is a difference! If you don't save me when I don't apprentice to you, it means that Master is a very utilitarian person.

I will respect the Master and obey like all disciples, but I will not worship you. And sooner or later, I will stay away from you. Because I am worried that one day, the Master will sell me."

"…Then what now?"

"I will always regard Taiwei Sect as my home and Master as my family. Whatever Master wants to do, I will do it at all costs. If Master wants to carry the sect forward, then I will devote myself to it and do my best to help Master fulfill this wish."

He said.

And did as such.

Chapter 1.1

Thirty years later.

Today, the Dongzhou Taiwei Sect was decorated with lights and people were bustling. Many well-known sects sent their elders or disciples to gather here. The reason they were here was because today was a special day for the Dongzhou Taiwei Sect.

The Taiwei Sect, which had been silent for hundreds of years, finally picked up the tradition from its heyday today and announced that it was preparing to canonize the Holy Son.

The name of "Holy Son" represented power and status, as well as responsibility and obligation. As the Holy Son, one could obtain the best resources of the sect, and act as the head of the sect, but more importantly, one had to manage everyone in the entire sect in an orderly and prosperous manner, to live up to the title of "Holy Son."

The reason why Taiwei Sect had not canonized a saint son for hundreds of years was, firstly, because it was unnecessary, and secondly, because there was no one worthy to be chosen.

It was unnecessary because Taiwei Sect has been in decline for a long time. At its lowest point, there were only five people in the entire sect, and two of them were handymen. With such a small number of people, did they still need to appoint a Holy Son to manage them?

If there was no one to choose, it was again because there were not enough people. With so few people, it was so difficult to find someone worthy to take the lead!

With few people, it was difficult to expand influence; without influence, it was impossible to recruit true geniuses. Over the past hundreds or even thousands of years, Taiwei Sect has been in this vicious cycle, gradually declining, and at one point, it was almost removed from its status as a sect.

But just when Taiwei Sect was about to collapse, the sect's leader, Qing Yangzi, suddenly picked up a treasure.

To be more precise, it means that he had picked up a disciple who could take on important responsibilities.

It was said this disciple had been picked up by Qing Yangzi in the ice and snow. And he was indeed literally "picked up." If he had not been picked up by Qing Yangzi at that time, it was very likely that this mortal disciple would have frozen to death in the ice and snow.

What seemed like a trivial matter to many people, which they found not worth mentioning, unexpectedly became the key to the revival of Taiwei Sect.

After this disciple joined Taiwei Sect, he began to assist his master, the current head of the Taiwei Sect, Qing Yangzi, in managing the sect. This person was quite talented and formulated a series of plans to gradually pull Taiwei Sect back from the brink of complete decline to the level of a second-rate sect that had the potential to compete with other major sects. 

Although there was still some distance to reach the true first-rate or super first-rate, this transformation had already exceeded everyone's expectations.

It could be said that this person was the greatest contributor to the revival of Taiwei Sect.

And the protagonist of today's ceremony of canonizing the Holy Son was this person.

At this time, many sects gathered here to witness this crucial ceremony of enthroning the Holy Son. In addition to supporting Taiwei Sect, they were also curious about what kind of person could make the sect that was almost removed from the list of sects rise again.

But while everyone was eagerly waiting, the head of Taiwei Sect was somewhat unhappy because the auspicious time was approaching, and his eldest disciple, who was about to become the Holy Son of Taiwei Sect, was nowhere to be seen.

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At this time, Feng Shao was sitting on the floor of the Sutra Library, flipping through an old book whose pages had long turned yellow. Around him, dozens of ancient books he had finished reading were stacked up.

"Hmm… it's not here either? That's strange. I remember it should be here…"

Feng Shao closed the book in his hand and fell into deep thought.

It had been thirty years since he came to this world. During these thirty years, Feng Shao, in addition to practicing the Taiwei Sect's skills, had spent the rest of his time developing the sect. 

To this end, he often had to read lots of ancient books and explore various places in Dongzhou. During this period, he had many adventures and obtained many rare treasures. 

All these adventures and the resulting rare treasures were used by him to develop the sect.

The reason he could have adventures so often was because, after traveling to this world, Feng Shao discovered that he was unexpectedly bound to a legendary magic weapon.

The name of this magic weapon is… Tianhua Jade Slip.

The Tianhua Jade Slip was said to be one of the ten treasures of the Qiankun Palace in ancient times, and it ranks first. Feng Shao didn't know how precious the Tianhua Jade Slip was until he learned that the Dragon Aspect Treasure Mirror, which is one of the "Ten Treasures of Qiankun" like the Tianhua Jade Slip, was the top treasure of the Ziqing Holy Land.

How high must the grade of the Tianhua Jade Slip be to be on the same level as these treasures, or even ranked higher?

When he first learned about this, Feng Shao suddenly felt that although he had no system to rely on after traveling here, being able to be bound by the Tianhua Jade Slip was also a golden finger start.

But soon, he discovered that the Tianhua Jade Slip was not as powerful as he had imagined. In fact, the Tianhua Jade Slip had no attack or defense capabilities nor any attribute bonuses. Its only function was to show Feng Shao the surrounding terrain.

It was basically a cultivation world version of an electronic map…

Because of this, Feng Shao was very depressed for a while… until he discovered the true purpose of the Tianhua Jade Slip.

This thing looked like a map on the surface, but it was actually a treasure map. It was also a treasure map that recorded all the magic weapons, rare treasures, exotic beasts, and skills in the world.

With such a treasure map in hand, how awesome would one be?

No wonder Qiankun Palace listed the Tianhua Jade Slip as the first of the "Ten Treasures of Qiankun." 

With this thing, wouldn't it be easy to dig out the rest of the magic weapons?

The only problem was that, in order to activate this treasure map, a special energy was needed. This energy was not spiritual power, nor was it monster qi, Buddha light, or devil qi, but a very special purple energy that can only be seen with the help of the Tianhua Jade Slip.

It was a long time later that Feng Shao eventually realized that this purple energy was actually luck.

Chapter 1.2

It was a long time later that Feng Shao eventually realized that this purple energy was actually luck.

Excessive consumption of luck will naturally have adverse effects. Therefore, after learning about this, Feng Shao deliberately reduced the frequency of using the Tianhua Jade Slip, and even if he used it, he tried not to consume too much of his luck. 

Under his careful calculations, relying on the Tianhua Jade Slip and his own luck, Feng Shao gradually found many natural treasures for the sect, and the Taiwei Sect gradually developed and became stronger.

This morning, after Feng Shao had used a little bit of his luck, he unexpectedly discovered the fire source he had been searching for.

After all, Taiwei Sect had been in decline for a long time, and some of the facilities the sect should have had had been abandoned for many years. 

The two most important facilities were the Alchemy Pavilion and the Foundry. In order to rebuild these two facilities, a fire source was necessary. 

However, this fire source must not be an ordinary fire, and at the very least, it must be at the level of Samadhi True Fire. In addition, the Southern Wilderness Strange Fire, the Eight Evil Mysterious Fire, the True Sun Flame, the Bifang Flame, and the Six Yang Spirit Fire are also good choices. If one could get the Nine Heavens Fire, it would be even better.

Unfortunately, Feng Shao had been searching for more than twenty years, but still could not find even the lowest level of Samadhi True Fire.

Originally, Feng Shao had planned to go to the sea in the Far East after achieving Golden Core to look for the legendary divine bird, the Sun Bird, to obtain the True Sun Flame. However, he did not expect to suddenly get information about the Bifang Flame today.

In order to obtain the Bifang Flame, Feng Shao immediately came to the Scripture Pavilion to look up relevant information about "Bifang Plain," one of the ten forbidden areas in Dongzhou.

Bifang is a legendary fire spirit beast with its crane shape, one leg, green feathers, red stripes, and a white beak. It was said to be the guardian bird of Emperor Xuanyuan. Wherever it passes, a rootless fire will ignite. The reason why Bifang Plain got its name was because a Bifang once died in it.

Nowadays, there is no trace of Bifang in the world, but the Bifang Flame still burns in the Bifang Plain. However, within a hundred miles of Bifang Plain, flames appeared everywhere, but not all flames were Bifang Flame. If the source of Bifang Flame could not be found, it would be useless even if all the flames in the entire Bifang Plain were to be taken away.

And this time, Feng Shao finally found a trace of Bifang Flame, so how could he let it go?

However, after browsing through the Scripture Pavilion, Feng Shao found very little information about the original Bifang, nor did he manage to find any relevant documents about the "Bifang Bamboo" mentioned in the Tianhua Jade Slip. Such fruitlessness made Feng Shao feel frustrated and confused.

Isn't it here? If not, where?

At this moment, a call from outside interrupted his thoughts.

"Big Brother! Big Brother! Are you in the Scripture Pavilion?"

He frowned, stood up, and walked out of the Scripture Pavilion, shouting outside, "How can you yell and make noises outside the Scripture Pavilion? I told you guys a long time ago that you should be calm and not be impatient. How come you forgot? And is the Scripture Pavilion a place where you can yell and make noises as you please?"

Although Feng Shao was over forty years old, due to years of practice, he looked like he was in his early twenties, a really handsome young man.

At this moment, standing in front of Feng Shao were two disciples, one tall and one short. They had run all the way here, their legs almost broken from fatigue, and seeing Feng Shao at this moment, they were so excited they almost cried.

They didn't care what Feng Shao had said and just kept shouting, "Big Brother, the auspicious time for the enthronement ceremony is almost here! You should hurry over! Master asked us to come over to urge you!"

"Auspicious time? Wasn't it 3:15 pm? The time now is…" Feng Shao subconsciously looked up and saw that the sun was almost reaching the center of the sky. He was stunned for a moment.

Was it almost time?

"Big Brother, we really don't mean to yell. It's just that Master is urging us. If you want to teach this junior brother a lesson, it would be better to wait until the enthronement ceremony is over!" The tall disciple thought that Feng Shao was going to continue teaching them a lesson, so he hurriedly spoke.

Their eldest brother was good in every way, except for one thing that was a little unbearable—he loved to lecture people. Therefore, many disciples in the sect feared him more than their own master. They were afraid that they would do something wrong and get caught by the eldest brother, who would then inevitably give them a lecture.

Fortunately, this senior brother of theirs was a kind and generous person, and he taught his junior brothers and sisters more than he reprimanded them. Even when they were being reprimanded, the junior brothers and sisters could feel the senior brother's love for them, so they still respected him more than they feared him.

Feng Shao looked at the sun, hesitated for a moment, and said, "But I haven't found the ancient book I'm looking for yet…"

"Senior brother! What time is it now? Do you have to look for the ancient book now? Can't you wait until after the enthronement ceremony? I will help you find it then!" The short disciple said hurriedly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Feng Shao thought and said, "Okay, then please, both of you clean up the Scripture Pavilion first. I'll go to the square now."

Upon hearing this, the two disciples patted their chests and said at the same time, "Why are you so polite, Senior Brother? It is our honor as Junior Brothers to be able to help Senior Brother solve his problems!"

"Alright, alright. I'll go first." Feng Shao waved his hand as he summoned his flying sword, took it into the air, and flew away.

Watching Feng Shao's departing figure, the tall disciple couldn't help but sigh, "He is indeed worthy of being the eldest senior brother. Looking at the figure flying on the sword, he really is like a banished immortal."

"Yes, yes!" The short disciple was also full of emotion. "In our Taiwei Sect, only someone like Senior Sister Lu is worthy of Senior Brother."

At this moment, a voice came behind them, "What are you two mumbling about?"

Chapter 2.1

The Grand Ceremony (1)

At this moment, a voice came behind them, "What are you two mumbling about?"

When the two disciples heard the sound, they quickly turned around and saluted toward the other party, "Senior Sister Lu!"

Standing in front of the two of them at this time was a girl who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. She was wearing a white dress, as graceful as a fairy, with an extraordinary temperament. However, her face was as cold as frost. At first glance, one could almost mistake that just by her icy countenance, she can freeze people to death.

When the girl looked at the two of them, she frowned slightly and asked calmly, "What were you talking about just now?"

"Ah, this…" 

The two couldn't help but look at each other, not knowing how to answer for a while.

The girl snorted coldly and said, "Stop gossiping and talking behind other people's backs from now on."

After that, she left without waiting for a reply from the stunned disciples.

The girl's name was Lu Qingyuan, a disciple of Taiwei Sect's Du Yuanxi. Du Yuanxi was Qing Yangzi's junior sister. In addition to Qing Yangzi, there existed another senior of the same generation named Qin Zhao. These three brothers and sisters were the only three remaining disciples when Taiwei Sect was at its lowest point during its decline.

When Qing Yangzi took over the responsibility of being the leader of the sect, the three brothers and sisters thought that they might be the last three disciples and consequently, the last generation of Taiwei Sect. The three of them even made plans to divide the family property.

Unexpectedly, the Feng Shao that Qing Yangzi picked up from the snow would help the sect survive such a desperate situation.

Lu Qingyuan was Du Yuanxi's third disciple, and there were two senior sisters in front of her. Three years ago, Du Yuanxi also accepted a fourth disciple, but this time Du Yuanxi unexpectedly accepted a male disciple.

According to Du Yuanxi, their lineage's yin was prosperous and yang was declining, so they needed a male disciple to balance it out.

Lu Qingyuan didn't know what the two senior sisters thought, but she felt that the master's remarks were purely an excuse.

Among the younger generation of disciples of Taiwei Sect, Lu Qingyuan can be regarded as the most beautiful woman. For this reason, many people believed that only Lu Qingyuan was worthy of Feng Shao, the great hero of Taiwei Sect's resurgence, which was why many disciples had been discussing this in private.

But Lu Qingyuan was extremely disgusted by this because she didn't like the feeling of the situation being like an arranged marriage. Although the master and the uncle-master had also considered this, Lu Qingyuan just couldn't get interested in Feng Shao.

She didn't know if Feng Shao was really interested in her or if there was some other reason, but Feng Shao did care about her more than other disciples, and this only made Lu Qingyuan not want to have too much contact with Feng Shao.

In comparison, she felt that her junior brother who grew up in the market was more in line with her wishes.

But after today, Feng Shao, who was originally just the most senior brother, would be promoted to the Holy Son of Taiwei Sect. The Holy Son can act as the head of the sect, and given Feng Shao's importance to the sect, it could be said that as long as Feng Shao's demands were not too excessive, then master and uncle-master would give and offer their full support. If that time comes and Feng Shao really wants to do something to him, how could she refuse?

Thinking of this, Lu Qingyuan couldn't help but frown.

Just as Lu Qingyuan was walking on the road with deep thoughts, a slightly frivolous voice suddenly shouted, "Third Senior Sister!"

Lu Qingyuan looked in the direction where the sound came from and saw her junior brother Ye Chen looking at her with a smile on his face. 

Ye Chen said with a smile, "Third Senior Sister, why do I think you looked so preoccupied? Have you encountered any difficulties? Why don't you speak and let Junior Brother hear it? Maybe I, your Junior Brother, can find a way to solve it for Senior Sister?"

Lu Qingyuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Junior brother, don't say it even as a joke! If I actually encounter a problem that I can't solve myself, what's the use of telling you?"

Ye Chen shrugged and said, "Senior Sister, I can make some guesses even if you don't tell me. Senior Sister should be worried about what that Feng Shao will do to Senior Sister after becoming the Holy Son today, right?"

Lu Qingyuan frowned, "Junior brother, after all, Senior Brother Feng is the eldest disciple of the sect. And after today, he will be the Holy Son of our Taiwei Sect. You should be more polite when talking about Senior Brother Feng."

Ye Chen said with disdain, "What qualifications does a guy who has practiced for thirty years without cultivating to the golden core have to be a holy son? He only relies on the fact that he is the disciple of the head of the sect in doing oppressive things in front of others. He's not any better than other disciples like us."

Lu Qingyuan remained silent upon hearing him speak. Even though she had no feelings for Feng Shao, she couldn't agree with Ye Chen's words. Everyone had seen how Feng Shao had treated his junior brothers and sisters over the years.

Chapter 2.2

Lu Qingyuan remained silent upon hearing him speak. Even though she had no feelings for Feng Shao, she couldn't agree with Ye Chen's words. Everyone had seen how Feng Shao had worked for the sect and how he treated his junior brothers and sisters over the years. 

If anyone had any problems, as long as they went to Feng Shao, they could probably solve them. Even the Qingluan Sword in her hand was made by Feng Shao after collecting materials from outside and then going to the Divine Armament Pavilion in person and spending a lot of money to make it.

If doing your best for your junior brothers and sisters could be called oppressing others and being domineering, then Lu Qingyuan really doesn't know what kind of senior brother was qualified to lead the other disciples.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingyuan scolded, "Junior brother, don't talk nonsense! No matter what Senior Brother Feng does, he is the most benevolent and righteous to all his junior brothers and sisters. He deserves the position of the Holy Son!"

But Ye Chen said angrily, "Those are just some tricks to win favor! That is just confusing you by his outer appearance."

Lu Qingyuan wanted to say more, but she heard three bells ringing from the other side of the square. 

Lu Qingyuan had no choice but to swallow the rebuke for the time being and said, "Let's go to the square to watch the ceremony first! Remember, do not act willfully!"

"Okay, okay, I know!" Ye Chen waved his hand and responded impatiently.

While the two of them were rushing due to the sound of the ringing bells, Feng Shao had already arrived at the square. At this time, around the square, the place was already filled with the disciples of Taiwei Sect. In addition to the true disciples, there are now hundreds of outer disciples in this generation. At this time, with them standing around the square, although the momentum was far less than that of the three holy lands, it was already quite impressive.

Seeing this scene, Feng Shao couldn't help but smile.

What Taiwei Sect is today was created as a result of his thirty years of hard work. The development of the sect from the dilapidated sect to the prosperous situation it has now was mainly due to him and his efforts. He had all the reasons and qualifications to be proud of the sight before him.

He also secretly vowed in his heart that one day, sooner or later, he would turn Taiwei Sect into Taiwei Holy Land!

At this time, the people from other sects who came to watch the ceremony looked at Feng Shao carefully.

To be honest, Feng Shao's qualifications were not top-notch. At most, they could be considered above average. It could be seen that Feng Shao's cultivation might end at reaching the initial stage of Divine Transformation if he still had not been able to form a golden core for thirty years. Taking another step forward would be extremely difficult.

However, since they came to watch the ceremony, they were not here for Feng Shao's somewhat ordinary qualifications. They were more curious about what the person who could revitalize the Taiwei Sect looked like.

After three bells, there were three more rings. After the bells stopped ringing, Qing Yangzi, who was sitting on the main seat of the high platform, slowly stood up and said loudly. 

"Where is the eldest disciple of Taiwei Sect, Feng Shao?"

Feng Shao walked to the center of the square, saluted, and said in a deep voice. 

"Disciple is here!"

Qing Yangzi looked at Feng Shao, nodded slowly, and said.

"Thanks to all my surrounding fellow daoists for coming to witness the canonization ceremony of the Holy Son of our sect. Feng Shao, the seventy-sixth generation disciple of Taiwei Sect, has been a disciple for thirty years. His qualities are that he has a noble nature, a brilliant figure, respects and loves the masters of the sect, and is friendly and harmonious to his junior brothers and sisters. He has made many contributions to the sect in the thirty years since he joined the sect, so today, this sect master petitions the ancestors of the Taiwei sect to allow Feng Shao, the seventy-sixth generation disciple of our sect, to be registered and take over the position of Holy Son! May our ancestors of the sect bless our Taiwei Sect to prosper and prosper forever!"

"May the ancestors and sects bless our Taiwei Sect to prosper and prosper forever!" 

Hundreds of Taiwei Sect disciples responded in unison. Qing Yangzi then turned to Feng Shao once again.

"Feng Shao, take the Holy Son Seal!"

Feng Shao stepped forward. Qing Yangzi took out a three-inch square jade seal and said seriously to Feng Shao.

"Feng Shao, from today on, you will become the seventy-sixth generation of Holy Son of our Taiwei Sect. As a holy son, guard against arrogance and impatience, and promote unity in our sect. Do not act recklessly or bully others. You must know that those who are in this position should put the sect as the most important in everything. The heavy responsibility is on your shoulders, and you must not take it lightly!"

Feng Shao solemnly said, "Thank you, Master, for your teaching! The disciple should repay the kindness and contribute to the growth of the sect!"

Qing Yangzi nodded with a smile and said, "Then, accept the seal!"

However, at the moment when Feng Shao was about to receive the Holy Son Seal, a sudden voice suddenly sounded.

"I object!"

Chapter 3.1

The sudden shout immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. After all, no one expected that someone would shout such words at such an important moment.

Feng Shao also looked at the source of the voice, and at the next moment recognized him.

It was Ye Chen, the fourth disciple of the third uncle Du Yuanxi.

This Ye Chen had attracted Feng Shao's attention from the first day of entry. Not for anything else, just for the dazzling purple luck above his head.

Traveling to this world for so many years, after figuring out how to use the Tianhua Jade Slip, Feng Shao began to observe other people's luck consciously or unconsciously.

Master Qing Yangzi's luck is blue, which belongs to the middle stream. Second Uncle Qin Zhao's luck is green, which belongs to the middle and lower reaches. And Third Uncle Du Yuanxi's luck is red, which belongs to the upper class.

Feng Shao himself is orange, only lower than red.

He had found out the luck value from low to high: black, gray, white, green, blue, orange, red, purple, and possibly, gold.

At that time Feng Shao couldn't figure it out. Why was his Master the head of the Taiwei Sect, but his luck value was so low? Yet the Third Uncle was just an elder who didn't care much, but she had such strong luck.

On the contrary, Second Martial Uncle's luck was quite satisfactory, and his behavior was also very like a passerby.

As for the disciples of Taiwei Sect, most of the luck was white, a few were green, and a few were blue. There was no one with higher luck than him among the disciples.

Until Lu Qingyuan worshiped as a disciple under the third lineage.

Lu Qingyuan's luck was also red, and even redder than Du Yuanxi.

The only two who possessed red luck in Sect were all on the third uncle's lineage, which made Feng Shao wonder and couldn't help but think carefully.

Generally speaking, luck represents the potential of a person.

The higher the luck level, the greater the potential and the brighter the future.

And those with low luck would probably be lost to everyone in the future.

The disciples who could join the Taiwei Sect are naturally much stronger than ordinary people. Therefore, in Taiwei sect, white was the most common. And the lower level of gray were mortals who didn't even have the qualifications to join the Sect.

Feng Shao had seen something worse than gray, it was black.

But Feng Shao was not sure what level of black luck was. He had seen people with blue luck who, at one moment, had their luck suddenly turned black.

And all those whose luck had turned black would die in a very short period of time without exception.

As for those who are dying, especially of old age, luck basically has no effect.

Because the two with the strongest luck in the sect got together, Feng Shao deliberately made some attempts, such as deliberately approaching and focusing on training Lu Qingyuan, as well as building a good relationship with the third uncle.

The effect of the latter was good.

Every time Feng Shao visited, the third uncle was very affectionate and caring.

As for the former, the effect was not so good.

He did not know exactly what went wrong, but Lu Qingyuan seemed a little disgusted with him. Although it was not enough for her to turn against him, Feng Shao basically didn't receive good looks from her.

As for other changes, there were none. Feng Shao's plan to use the aura of these two people to drive the entire Sect to take off fell through.

And just when Feng Shao was thinking about what the luck of these two people meant to the sect, Du Yuanxi took in a fourth apprentice, and it was a male apprentice.

But this was not important. What was important was that this male disciple named "Ye Chen" had an astonishing purple luck!

Feng Shao had never seen such a powerful luck in his life.

It was no exaggeration to call a person whose luck can reach this level a "son of fortune."

Reconnecting with the name "Ye Chen," which had an obvious protagonist's style, Feng Shao, who had not recalled his past life for a long time, was startled, and a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

This guy, shouldn't he be the protagonist of this dimension or plane?

After having this guess, Feng Shao deliberately observed Ye Chen for a while and found that Ye Chen acted frivolously and behaved loosely. Also, every time he looked at his three senior sisters or even his master, his eyes looked very strange.

Not only that, but he was also narrow-minded, almost punishing those who offended him to death, showing no mercy at all, and never considering the relationship between his own sect's family.

As a selfish person, he didn't turn in much of the gains and treasures obtained outside of the sect, and basically kept it for himself, and a small part was distributed to his master and senior sister.

And when it came to the allocation of sect resources, he was always the most active one, for fear that he would be allocated less than others.

In addition, this person was very lucky—to the point that it could be called heaven-defying.

Feng Shao needed the guidance of Tianhua Jade Slip to search for Wuhua Tianbao by himself, while Ye Chen only needed to go down the mountain and walk around before being able to return with a full load.

If he saved someone, that someone would be a strange person with a treasure. If he picked up a stone, it would be a spirit beast egg that was about to become extinct. If he walked around, he would meet a few gorgeous beauties…

In just five years, Ye Chen flourished in the Taiwei Sect, catching up with Feng Shao, the head disciple.

Originally, Feng Shao was quite happy with Ye Chen's adventures. He was not a person who was jealous of the virtuous and capable, and having more capable disciples in the Sect would also help the Sect to flourish. However, it didn't take long for Feng Shao to feel something was wrong.

Because Ye Chen was too selfish—so selfish that he would rather choose to give the earthly and heavenly treasures he got to a random passerby he met outside than hand them in the sect. He didn't have the sect in his heart at all, and never thought of making his own contribution to the development of the sect.

Chapter 3.2

Therefore, Feng Shao quickly gave up his plan to train Ye Chen and supported Lu Qingyuan to prevent the third lineage from being overwhelmed by Ye Chen.

Even though Lu Qingyuan had some opinions about herself, she still had a strong sense of belonging to the sect.

Feng Shao believed that if she was the one to manage the third lineage in the future, she would continue to contribute to the development of the sect.

As for Ye Chen, Feng Shao was not sure what impact this "son of fortune" would have on the sect. Whether it was positive or negative, whether it would strengthen the sect or make it decline, Feng Shao could not be sure. But Feng Shao would naturally pay attention to this time bomb.

He had always known that Ye Chen was bold and reckless, and he also knew that he was prideful and arrogant, but Feng Shao never expected that he would suddenly pick on himself at this moment!

Before Feng Shao could speak, some disciples angrily spoke.

"What are you? What right do you have to object?"

"Eldest brother has devoted all his energy to the Sect until he dies. No one is more suitable for the position of the Son of God than him!"

"There are so many strange things these days, no one dares to come out!"

"Get off, or don't blame me for being rude to you!"

...

Amidst the scolding, Ye Chen looked at Feng Shao with a relaxed and contented expression.

He looked at Feng Shao without blinking and said with a half-smile.

"Senior Brother Feng, you have been in the half-step Gold Core for 30 years, and you have not entered the Gold Core yet. The aptitude is obviously inferior. My Taiwei Sect is also a famous and decent sect in Dongzhou. Do you think you are worthy of the position of Holy Son with your aptitude?"

As soon as this remark came out, it was like lighting a powder keg, which aroused the anger of the disciples.

However, Feng Shao waved his hand, and the audience fell silent in an instant. Although the disciples were aggrieved, since the senior brother told them to be quiet, they could only be quiet. This was not fear, but a show of respect.

Looking at Ye Chen's cynical eyes, Feng Shao smiled slightly and said lightly.

"Junior Brother Ye is right. But Junior Brother Ye thinks, who is more suitable for the position of Holy Son in Taiwei Sect?"

Ye Chen smiled confidently, raised his head, and said.

"This junior brother is not talented. After five years of entry to cultivation, he is now in the realm of Innate. It is expected that in another year, he will be able to set foot in the realm of Gold Core! I don't know if he can compete with Brother Feng with this qualification for the position of the Holy Son?"

When the guests from other sects heard the words, they immediately started discussing.

After six years of cultivating Taoism, he would be in the Gold Core realm.

This kind of aptitude was considered outstanding in the entire upper domain, not to mention in their Dongzhou.

With such qualifications, he was indeed qualified to be a second-rate sect's holy son like in the Taiwei Sect, and it could even be said to be more than enough.

But the problem was that everyone knew that Taiwei Sect was just a low-level sect before, and it was gradually promoted to a second-rate sect through Feng Shao's efforts.

That was to say, if there was no Feng Shao, one wouldn't even know if there was a Taiwei Sect, let alone the position of Holy Son!

Therefore, the canonization of the holy son of Taiweizong was not so much an honor, but a reward for Feng Shao's merit!

But having said that, if such qualifications were not even qualified to compete for the position of the Holy Son, then it was a bit unreasonable!

Many guests, who had a relatively ordinary relationship with Taiwei Sect, opened their eyes wide and watched the farce with great interest. They were very curious about what choice the head of Taiwei Sect would make. After all, one of these two was a hero of the sect and the other was a genius!

Under the attention of everyone, Feng Shao spoke.

"Whether Junior Brother Ye is qualified or not, Senior Brother has no say. This matter still depends on the Master's will."

With that said, Feng Shao cast his eyes on Qing Yangzi.

However, Feng Shao saw hesitation flash in Qing Yangzi's eyes, and he seemed to be having a hard time making a choice!

Feng Shao was startled at first and then calmed down after a while. He bowed to Qing Yangzi and spoke.

"Master, Junior Brother Ye Chen, who is under the third uncle's lineage, intends to compete for the position of Holy Son, please lead us, Master."

After a pause, Feng Shao turned his head and said to Du Yuanxi, who was sitting on the chair on the high platform.

"Please also ask the third uncle to guide me."

In fact, the moment Ye Chen appeared, Du Yuanxi couldn't help scolding this little apprentice in his heart.

The position of Holy Son was obviously given in recognition of Feng Shao's contributions to the Sect over the years, unlike other Sects where only the disciples with the best aptitude were appointed as Holy Sons.

If it wasn't for the special occasion, she would have been reprimanded long ago.

Hearing Feng Shao's question at this time, Du Yuanxi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She knew that Feng Shao's question was actually giving her third lineage a step down and at the same time asking what her uncle's position was.

Du Yuanxi was not a fool, of course, she knew what to do, so she said.

"Nephew Feng, my apprentice does not know the heights of the sky and the earth and acts recklessly. I really did not fulfill my responsibility as a Master. You don't have to take what he said…"

Before Du Yuanxi could finish speaking, Qing Yangzi said.

"Shao'er, since that's the case, you should have a game or two with Nephew Ye Chen, so as to block the mouth of the world."

Feng Shao looked at Qing Yangzi in disbelief, and then at Ye Chen.

At this moment, he found that Qing Yangzi's luck gradually turned orange, while Ye Chen's purple luck had a hint of gold…

Chapter 4.1

Originally, Qing Yangzi didn't pay much attention to this disciple of his junior sister.

Although he had heard that there was a genius from the third branch, Qing Yangzi didn't think much about it.

But now, when he learned that Ye Chen entered the Innate realm in only five years, and was sure to reach the Golden Core within one year, Qing Yangzi changed his mind.

As for his big disciple, Feng Shao had been a perfect role model in the sect, and he was able to unite his fellow sect disciples, and love and help each other. He was indeed a rare talent. The only thing that made Qing Yangzi feel unwilling was that Feng Shao's qualifications were a bit ordinary.

In fact, although Feng Shao's aptitude was not as good as Ye Chen's, he was still much better than ordinary people.

The vast majority of practitioners can only stay in the Opening Meridian realm throughout their lives, and very few can enter the realm of Innate.

Being able to advance to the Innate realm within thirty years would already make one considered a genius.

Originally, when Taiwei Sect was still in decline, Qing Yangzi felt that he had taken a big advantage by accepting a disciple with Feng Shao's qualifications.

But when the Taiwei Sect was gradually promoted to a second-rate sect and had a faint tendency to be promoted to a first-rate sect, Qing Yangzi suddenly realized that Feng Shao's aptitude seemed no longer enough to bear the burden of revitalizing the sect.

If he didn't meet someone better, Qing Yangzi would probably just think about it. But when he saw Ye Chen's heaven-defying aptitude, Qing Yangzi's mind immediately became active.

Although Ye Chen was the disciple of the junior sister, this was not of great importance.

As the head of the sect, he could completely guide apprentices on behalf of his junior sister.

At that time, although the two of them would not have the name of master and apprentice, they would still have the reality of teacher and student, which was no different from directly accepting apprentices.

When faced with similar situations, many sects would do the same thing.

Most of the disciples with the best qualifications would be trained as the next sect master.

Doing so could not only guarantee the sect's status in the cultivation world but also prevent civil strife within the sect.

And when the strength of the head disciple could suppress everyone, naturally no one would covet the position of the head.

Not only that but doing so could also convey the message of "recording only the best" to other disciples, prompting disciples to work harder.

It could be said that there were many benefits to having Ye Chen as the Holy Son. The only problem was that it would be too unfair to Feng Shao. If Ye Chen were to become the Holy Son, Feng Shao would be discredited not only in the sect but also in the entire Dongzhou.

However, Qing Yangzi was a little bit reluctant to give up Ye Chen, this tianjiao who suddenly appeared.

After thinking about it, Qing Yangzi came up with an idea. Let the two have a competition, and the winning side would occupy the position of the Holy Son. In this way, if Feng Shao loses, he could only blame himself for his lack of strength, not himself, the master.

After Feng Shao heard his master's decision, he naturally understood his master's plan, and his heart sank. In fact, Feng Shao discovered the weakness of this master's character as early as when he was apprenticed to the master.

When it was broken, it was so high-minded, difficult to advance and retreat, and it was difficult to see what was right or wrong.

But Qing Yangzi was his own master after all. Even if there were many faults, Feng Shao, as a disciple, was inconvenient to say much to the master, and could only remind him by insinuating.

But now it seemed that this master's old problem had shown up again. Qing Yangzi thought that this decision could take into account both ends, but he never thought that when he said such words, some things had already changed.

Feng Shao secretly sighed in his heart. If there had been a better candidate back then, it was estimated that the previous sect master would not have chosen such a person as the next head!

But what Feng Shao was more concerned about now was the change of Qing Yangzi and Ye Chen's luck. After Qing Yangzi made this decision, the luck of the two of them had a hint of change, which made Feng Shao couldn't help making a bold guess in his heart.

It seemed that Qing Yangzi intended to side with Ye Chen, and Ye Chen would also become the real "son of destiny" after receiving Qing Yangzi's support.

After Qing Yangzi spoke, Du Yuanxi was also greatly surprised. She couldn't help but send a voice transmission to Qing Yangzi. 

"Brother, the head of the sect, the position of the holy son is no joke! Have you forgotten the little princess from Yunjian Pavilion?"

However, Qing Yangzi replied confidently.

"Don't worry, if Ye Chen is really more qualified than Feng Shao, Yunjian Pavilion must be more willing to change the person to marry!"

Three years ago, Yunjian Pavilion suddenly took the initiative to approach Taiwei sect and proposed marriage.

In terms of strength, Yunjian Pavilion was far stronger than Taiwei Sect, so Qing Yangzi was flattered and readily agreed to conclude a marriage contract for Feng Shao and Lin Xiaoran, the daughter of the owner of Yunjian Pavilion.

After the engagement, Taiwei Sect received strong support from Yunjian Pavilion, and its strength also increased further.

Qing Yangzi had never met the daughter of the owner of the Yunjian Pavilion, but only heard that this little girl had amazing aptitude and looked like a celestial fairy.

With Feng Shao's qualifications, he could be regarded as a high climber.

Qing Yangzi had always been worried that one day in the future, Yunjian Pavilion would look down on Feng Shao and cancel the engagement. His Taiwei Sect would definitely become the laughingstock of the entire Dongzhou.

But now, Qing Yangzi was not worried.

Because Ye Chen's aptitude was excellent, even if he was not as good as Lin Xiaoran, the difference must not be too much.

With such a marriage partner, Yunjian Pavilion probably wouldn't object.

Qing Yangzi thought beautifully, and what he said made some sense, but Du Yuanxi felt it was not that simple.

Chapter 4.2

Qing Yangzi thought beautifully, and what he said made some sense, but Du Yuanxi felt it was not that simple.

You must know that Taiwei Sect three years ago had only just been promoted to the level of a second-rate sect, not to mention compared with such a powerful force as Yunjian Pavilion, even compared with its subordinate Thirteen Halls, it was far behind.

Such a powerful force had taken the initiative to propose marriage, was it really because of the potential of Taiwei Sect? She was pretty confident it was not due to such a thing.

Although Yunjian Pavilion praised Taiwei Sect when the marriage contract was concluded, Du Yuanxi didn't think Taiwei Sect could get into Yunjian Pavilion's eyes. People were just being polite, did the head of the sect take it seriously?

Du Yuanxi felt uneasy, but since the senior brother in charge had already made a decision, she could only keep silent and watch the situation unfold.

Feng Shao turned his head to look at Ye Chen, with the usual expression on his face as if he didn't think much about it. He smiled lightly at Ye Chen and spoke.

"Then I wonder how Junior Brother Ye plans to compare?"

Ye Chen replied proudly.

"Isn't that simple? There's nothing better than a match, where life and death depend on fate!"

Feng Shao frowned slightly.

"It's just a rivalry, why seek a life and death match!"

"Senior Brother Feng," Ye Chen said with a half-smile, "My generation of cultivators must be brave and diligent, and strive to defy the heavens. If you are so afraid of life and death, how can you achieve great results?"

Feng Shao sighed, "Since that's the case, then let Junior Brother Ye make a move!"

When Ye Chen took out his long sword that shone with red light, Feng Shao's eyes flashed, but then it disappeared.

In this battle, Ye Chen had 120% confidence in defeating the eldest brother of the sect, holding the position of the Holy Son in his palm.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time because he knew very well that only by sitting on the seat of the Holy Son can he have greater power and obtain more resources! Even all the young disciples in the entire sect would follow his word and example!

Thinking of the bright future at hand, Ye Chen could hardly hide the smile on his face!

However, just as Ye Chen made a move and prepared to strike, Feng Shao suddenly shouted.

"Wait a minute!"

Feng Shao's cry happened to be just when Ye Chen was about to make a move so he was forced to stop, and it almost made Ye Chen's blood run in reverse.

Ye Chen suppressed the surging blood, and spoke angrily, "Feng Shao, if you want to fight, you can fight, why do you have to play such tricks?"

Looking at this scene, Qing Yangzi couldn't help frowning slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Feng Shao sent a playful look at Ye Chen and said, "I'm sorry, Junior Brother Ye, Senior Brother, I just suddenly remembered that if I lose in this competition, I will lose the title of Holy Son. If you lose, you will lose nothing. I'm the only one with something to lose, so isn't this competition a bit unfair?"

Ye Chen couldn't help being startled.

He had done this kind of moneyless gambling many times before.

Anyway, if you won, you would gain something, and if you lost, you would lose nothing.

Why not? Many disciples have been tricked by him before when they didn't notice for a while, but who told them not to think better than before? So they could only complain afterward.

But Feng Shao knew the key. Originally, he really didn't care what he won through gambling, but when he saw Ye Chen's long sword and remembered the attitude of his master, Feng Shao decided to think more about himself this time.

Feng Shao pointed to the long sword in his hand and said.

"Junior Brother Ye can use this sword as a bet. If Junior Brother Ye wins, then Senior Brother Ye step down from the position of Holy Son. But if Senior Brother wins, then this sword belongs to Senior Brother. I wonder what Junior Brother Ye thinks?"

"This…" Ye Chen hesitated. Although he was very confident, deep down in his heart he felt that when he made a bet, he would suffer a loss.

This was the characteristic of Ye Chen. If he couldn't take advantage of someone, it meant he suffered a loss.

Seeing Ye Chen's hesitation, Feng Shao asked with a smile.

"Junior Brother Ye came in aggressively, but he was tight-lipped when talking about betting. Could it be that he came to do business without capital? That's not too good!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly and said, "Just bet! If senior brother wins, then this 'Red Dragon Sword' will belong to senior brother!"

Feng Shao nodded and conveyed with a smile, "Then Junior Brother Ye please!"

Looking at Feng Shao's smiling face, Ye Chen felt disgusted. He cursed angrily in his heart, then raised his right hand, without even making gestures, he directly used Flowing Fire Sword Technique from Taiwei Sect's Eighteen Sword Technique, stabbing Feng Shao's chest straight.

Feng Shao waved his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

With a single motion of his hand, he swung Ye Chen's sword away, and at the same time took a step to retreat, and asked.

"Junior Brother Ye, why did you attack without saluting? Could it be that you even forgot the rules of sect fighting!"

When the audience heard the words, they couldn't help shaking their heads secretly. After all, sect fights were a bit different from real fights, saluting was the most basic etiquette, but this Ye Chen didn't even care about this point and struck brazenly, which is not only rude but also shameless.

No matter how strong this kind of person was, it was difficult to arouse the feeling of a leader one could follow.

Chapter 5.1

Ye Chen didn't think too much about it. He had always believed that great things were achieved regardless of the small details. As for etiquette, as for tradition, it was bullshit!

In this world, the strongest reigned as king!

At this moment, the only thought in his mind was to defeat Feng Shao and win the position of Holy Son!

Therefore, as soon as Ye Chen made a move, he immediately used all his strength.

Facing Ye Chen's offensive like a storm, Feng Shao made gestures for a while, seemingly suppressed by Ye Chen on the scene. But only Feng Shao knew that he just wanted to find out about Ye Chen first.

The identity of Ye Chen as a son of fortune could be basically determined, but Feng Shao was not sure whether this world was the world of a novel. Hence, he was not sure whether Ye Chen's behavior style would be the same as described in novels about sons of fortune.

So right now, he had to determine one thing first. That is, whether Ye Chen had the ability to leapfrog realms when fighting.

Although Feng Shao was still in the realm of Innate, his strength had actually reached the realm of Gold Core, because what he practiced was not the Taiwei Sect's ancestral cultivation method "Taiwei Heart Sutra," but the method recorded in the Tianhua Jade Slip—the ancient cultivation technique "Heaven and Earth Sutra."

"Heaven and Earth Sutra," according to the description on the Tianhua Jade Slip, was jointly created by the three masters of the Heaven and Earth Palace. It forms Yin & Yang, encompassing everything, and has infinite uses.

And the most important thing was that the "Heaven and Earth Sutra" doesn't look at the aptitude of the practitioner, because it contains a heaven-defying method of changing one's destiny.

Through this method, even the most inferior aptitude could be transformed into the most heaven-defying aptitude.

It is rumored that the Heaven and Earth Palace disappeared into the long river of history because it was too against the heavens.

Although the Cultivation Technique practiced by Feng Shao was different from other disciples in the sect, this set of Cultivation Technique had another feature. It could be disguised as any Cultivation Technique, so although he practiced the "Heaven and Earth Sutra" for more than ten years, people still hadn't noticed anything different.

Before they knew it, the two had gone through dozens of tricks. In the beginning, everyone thought that Feng Shao was going to fall this time, but soon everyone felt that something was wrong.

Under Ye Chen's fierce offensive, Feng Shao was able to persist for so long without showing his defeat. Anyone with a good brain can sense that Feng Shao was hiding his clumsiness.

Ye Chen originally thought Feng Shao couldn't stop him at all but unexpectedly, even if he had the upper hand, he couldn't take Feng Shao down for a long time.

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and couldn't help shouting.

"Feng Shao, are you going to continue to be like this? Only defending like a turtle?"

Feng Shao responded calmly, "Junior Brother Ye, it's just a discussion of the disciples within the same sect. Why are you so violent and aggressive? You must know that on the road of cultivation, the first thing one must do is to cultivate the heart, and the second is to practice. If you are so impatient, how can you set foot on the true road of cultivation?"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, "If I'm a coward like you, then I'd rather not practice Taoism!"

"Well, since Junior Brother Ye said so… then I, the senior brother, have no choice but to show my hands."

Feng Shao sighed pretending to be regretful, and then swung his sword violently, causing one sword qi after another to rush towards Ye Chen like a violent tide trying to sweep him away.

Ye Chen was taken aback and quickly raised his sword to resist.

However, Feng Shao continued to make one move after another. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, but the sword that came one after another was so heavy that Ye Chen could hardly breathe, and he was almost powerless to fight back.

The attack and defense changed all of a sudden, and everyone in the audience couldn't help being surprised.

Although Ye Chen's previous attack was also very violent, his moves were rather messy.

Many of the onlookers were experts, and it was obvious at a glance that Ye Chen lacked actual combat experience.

He only knew how to output blindly but ignored the effects of different moves in different situations.

On the other hand, Feng Shao, with a majestic attitude, lifted the weight as if it was light, and swiped it with ease, as if he didn't care about his opponent at all, but his sword moves were fierce and continuous, almost as irresistible as a stormy sea.

Comparing the two, the conclusion was judged.

Among the onlookers, a petite girl in green clothes wearing a white gauze looked at Feng Shao in the field, her eyes sparkled, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled into a smile.

"Shao big brother, I never imagined that in just three short years, you would use the Tide Sword Art so mysteriously. My mother was indeed right, you are my great treasure!"

Thinking of this, tenderness flashed in the girl's eyes.

"Shao big brother, I have to leave first. Although I can't meet you this time, I am very happy to be able to see you from a distance. You must remember, when Ran'er comes back from Xiaoyao Hall in a year, you must come and marry me!"

At this time, a woman who also wore a white gauze whispered behind her.

"Junior Sister, we should go."

The girl nodded, "Okay Senior Sister, let's go!"

After she finished speaking, the girl looked at Feng Shao reluctantly from a distance and then left resolutely.

When the girl left, Feng Shao seemed to be aware of it and looked in the direction where the girl left.

Ye Chen noticed that Feng Shao was distracted for a moment, and immediately seized this opportunity without hesitation, immediately took out something from his bosom, and then threw it at Feng Shao!

A red light shot straight at Feng Shao's chest.

Feng Shao was caught off guard and had no choice but to gather his true energy in his chest as much as possible.

Immediately afterward, Feng Shao felt as if his chest was hit by a giant hammer.

Chapter 5.2

The huge force made his internal organs feel as if they had been displaced, and a mouthful of blood suddenly surged to his throat.

Feng Shao swallowed the blood reluctantly and looked at Ye Chen with a cold look in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Ye, what do you mean?"

However, Ye Chen didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior just now. Instead, he spoke triumphantly.

"Senior Brother Feng, the so-called war never tires nor lacks deceit. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for being distracted just now!"

Having said that, Ye Chen swung his sword forward again, and every move was aimed at Feng Shao's vital point!

Ye Chen thought that most of the people watching would agree with his remarks, but he didn't realize everyone in the audience was shaking their heads. The disciples of the Taiwei Sect couldn't help shouting and cursing one after another.

"Ye Chen, you are so shameless! You clearly said it was a fair fight, but you resorted to such indecent methods!"

"Ye Chen, don't you think you are stronger than your elder brother? How can you use talismans so shamelessly?"

"Hmph! Ye Chen has always been shameless! Did you only know it today?"

"Just this kind of person, no matter how strong he is, is not qualified to be a holy son at all!"

Ye Chen was so scolded that his face turned blue and red, and he couldn't help shouting to his disciples.

"What do you know? Naturally, you have to use and do everything you can in a fight. Don't tell me when you are walking in the world and encounter far stronger opponents, you also stick to the rules?!"

Without waiting for the disciples to answer, Feng Shao said coldly.

"Junior Brother Ye, have you forgotten why we competed?"

Although Ye Chen's moves were almost fatal, Feng Shao's impenetrable sword net caught them all. For a while, the two fell into a stalemate again.

"Because of what? Of course, it's because…" Ye Chen stopped talking halfway through.

Yes! This competition was not a battle of life and death in the outside world, but Ye Chen wanted to prove that he had better qualifications than Feng Shao, and was more than qualified to challenge Feng Shao as the Holy Son. But if talismans were used in the competition, how could he say that he is stronger than Feng Shao?

Ye Chen knew he was wrong, but in front of so many people, it was absolutely impossible to admit his mistakes. He straightened his neck and said.

"Feng Shao, if you think you are invincible, you can throw your sword and admit defeat now. Why are you even talking here?"

Feng Shao narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly.

"Junior Brother Ye, it seems that in the past five years since you started, you have only learned cultivation techniques but not how to behave! As the head disciple, I naturally have the responsibility to help the head teacher to consider and manage the disciples well!"

Speaking of this, Feng Shao suddenly raised his voice and said.

"Third Martial Uncle, Junior Brother Ye disrespects his elder brother, is impetuous, stabs people in the back, and doesn't know how to repent.

As the head disciple, I have the responsibility to supervise and teach sect disciples! Today, on behalf of my uncle, I will discipline Junior Brother Ye well!"

When Du Yuanxi heard this, her face became a little ugly, but she still forced a smile and said.

"What Nephew Feng said is true, then please trouble Nephew Feng to discipline this unworthy disciple for me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Shao noticed that the traces of golden lines in Ye Chen's purple luck disappeared instantly. Not only that, but he also noticed that the Tianhua Jade Slip hidden deep in his body, conveyed the meaning of joy and satisfaction to him.

Feng Shao immediately understood that Ye Chen was dissatisfied with his master because of his improper behavior, which more or less cut off some of his luck. But the luck he lost became the nourishment for the Tianhua Jade Slip.

Realizing this, Feng Shao looked at Ye Chen with joy.

This guy is like a storage battery to me! The advancement of Tianhua Jade Slip depends on you!

Thinking of this, Feng Shao let out a long laugh and said, "Junior Brother Ye, let's see how this move works!"

Before the words fell, Feng Shao's sword suddenly unleashed its power, and the vast sword light crashed down like a sky falling down the earth.

Ye Chen's face was terrified, and he retreated again and again.

The long sword in his hand had completely given up the offensive and turned to full defense.

But in front of this frenzied sword light, how could he defend against it?

Among the distinguished guests from other sects sitting in the stands, someone couldn't help exclaiming.

"This is… the Transcending Sea Sword Art? Crossing the North Sea using Mount Tai, the secret skill of Xiaoyao Hall, they actually let him practice it?! And he actually managed to master it?! "

Faced with such a turbulent sword light, Ye Chen felt a sense of despair. He shouted, "This is not fair! What you are using is not Taiwei Sect's sword technique at all!"

"Junior Brother Ye, the talisman you used just now doesn't seem to be the talisman of our school?"

Feng Shao sneered.

Ye Chen was dumbfounded.

He considered himself extremely talented, unmatched by anyone in the Sect, so the position of the Holy Son should not be obtained by anyone other than him.

But he never expected that the sect elder brother whom he had always looked down upon in front of him could use such a brilliant sword technique.

And although his realm is only Innate, the abundance of true energy seemed to have reached the realm of Gold Core!

But how is this possible? How on earth did he do it?

Just when the sword light was about to crash down, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

"Enough!"

The next moment, a different sword light slashed down from the air, cutting off Feng Shao's vast sword light.

But Ye Chen, who had survived the desperate situation, was looking at the sky with a dull expression on his face.

Chapter 6.1

Feng Shao put his sword back into its sheath, and saluted with cupped hands as he spoke, "Master."

The one who made the move just now was none other than Qing Yangzi, the head of Taiwei Sect.

Feng Shao was not surprised by this.

After all, in the final analysis, this competition was to learn from each other, and it was not worth risking one's life for.

And on such an important day, it was not appropriate to kill someone.

Even if Qing Yangzi did not make a move, Feng Shao would make a move and stop the sword move before it fell.

Qing Yangzi nodded calmly, but there was a flash of light in his eyes.

To be honest, even he himself didn't expect that his own eldest disciple was far more outstanding than he imagined, and he even learned the Tide Sword Art and Transcending Sea Sword Art in the Thirty-Six Sword Arts of Xiaoyao Hall.

Xiaoyao Hall ranks first among the Thirteen Halls under the Yunjian Pavilion, and its owner was Xiao Ruoyao, the wife of Lin Fengtian, the owner of the Yunjian Pavilion.

It was rumored that Xiao Ruoyao, the "Xiaoyao Fairy," has superb swordsmanship.

When she first debuted, she used the Tianyu Sword Technique to shock the masses.

Later, Xiao Ruoyao and Lin Fengtian met and fell in love, and the two jointly created the huge family business of Yunjian Pavilion.

After the two got married, Xiao Ruoyao and Lin Fengtian devoted themselves to studying swordsmanship and gradually created the Thirty-Six Sword Arts of Xiaoyao Hall.

In terms of sword technique alone, Xiaoyaotang can already be compared with Tiangang Sect, which was a sect of sword cultivators.

The Transcending Sea Sword Art was the most powerful sword art among the Thirty-Six Sword Arts of Xiaoyao Hall. It had always been the secret skill of Xiaoyao Hall. It was said that only Lin Fengtian, his wife Xiao Ruoyao, and their daughter Lin Xiaoran could use it.

But now, there was another Feng Shao who could use Transcending SeaSword Art, which showed how much Yunjian Pavilion and Xiaoyaotang valued the importance of Feng Shao. This also drove Qing Yangzi to reconsider who was more suitable for the position of the Holy Son.

Seeing Qing Yangzi's expression, Feng Shao naturally knew what Qing Yangzi was thinking. But he said nothing, just stood aside in silence.

After Qing Yangzi glanced at Feng Shao with complicated eyes, he said.

"Shao'er, you are indeed worthy of being the master's big disciple. The position of holy son is in your hands, and I can rest assured as a master!"

Feng Shao said respectfully, "Master has praised the disciple."

On the other side, Ye Chen finally came to his senses. He looked at Feng Shao, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice.

"Senior Brother Feng is really good. Junior Brother surrenders!"

Feng Shao frowned slightly. He really couldn't understand why Ye Chen had so much hostility towards him. From the beginning to the end, it was Ye Chen who took the initiative to find trouble, yet he was still the one who looked humiliated, which was really confusing.

Seeing Ye Chen limping about to step off the high platform, Feng Shao said suddenly.

"Junior Brother Ye, have you forgotten something?"

Ye Chen looked at Feng Shao with a gloomy face.

"What's the matter?"

Feng Shao smiled lightly and replied.

"Junior Brother Ye, have you forgotten the bet we agreed on before the competition?"

Ye Chen suddenly looked embarrassed. The Red Dragon Sword was obtained from his travels down the mountain, and it was a rare magical weapon. Since Ye Chen mastered this sword, he has defeated countless opponents. If he lost the sword just like this, he really couldn't bear it.

He rolled his eyes and suddenly said to Feng Shao with a smile.

"Senior Brother Feng, the competition just now was just a joke of the younger brother, shouldn't the older brother take it seriously?"

Feng Shao had a half-smile as he answered.

"I didn't know that Junior Brother Ye had the habit of joking in front of so many people. So, Junior Brother Ye wants to renege on his bet?"

As the son of fortune, Ye Chen has always had a thick skin. But because of this, Feng Shao determined the identity of Ye Chen as a "son of fortune" instead.

After all, in the novels he had read in his previous life, many of the protagonists possessed the talent skills of "playing tricks".

If someone won a bet with them, one basically doesn't need to consider the possibility of cashing it out.

On the contrary, many novel villains would abide by the agreement and would not deny their loss.

Of course, under normal circumstances, the protagonist would not lose any bets. It was just that from the moment they made the bet, they never thought about keeping it.

Thinking of this, Feng Shao was startled.

If Ye Chen was the main character, the son of fortune of this dimension, wouldn't I be a villain who was targeted by him?

At this time, Ye Chen spoke with a playful smile.

"What did you say, senior brother? It's normal for junior brother to be no match for senior brother when junior brother has only been an apprentice for five years. In fact, junior brother simply saw this grand ceremony with so many people, so I just wanted to brighten up the atmosphere! Now that the atmosphere is in place, it's time for me, the junior brother, to go too."

Saying that, Ye Fan wanted to step down from the high platform.

Seeing Ye Chen's messy appearance, Du Yuanxi's master and apprentice duo couldn't help but smile. This was the behavior that others saw as rogue, but they found it cute.

But Feng Shao suddenly said coldly.

"Junior Brother Ye, the bet has been made, I don't care if you are joking with me or for real, if you lose, you must fulfill the bet!"

6.2

But Feng Shao suddenly said coldly.

"Junior Brother Ye, the bet has been made, I don't care if you are joking with me or for real, if you lose, you must fulfill the bet!"

Ye Chen was furious, and just about to speak, he heard a melodious female voice coming from Du Yuanxi's side.

"Senior Brother Feng, Junior Brother Ye is young and ignorant, it was just a joke, why should you take it so seriously? Is there not enough capacity for this?"

Feng Shao looked in the direction where the voice came from, and said indifferently.

"Junior Sister Lu, did Third Martial Uncle also tell you, 'if you lose the bet, you can renege on it,' when teaching you?"

"You!"

Lu Qingyuan suddenly looked embarrassed and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Du Yuanxi was dissatisfied upon hearing this.

But she knew that this time it was her own disciple who made a mistake first, so it was inconvenient for her to say more.

Moreover, after Feng Shao ascended to the position of Holy Son, his status seemed to be higher than that of her, the uncle master.

You must know that Feng Shao was the one responsible for the supply of spirit stones, medicine pills, and the heavenly and earthly treasures in the entire Taiwei Sect.

So even though Du Yuanxi was Feng Shao's uncle master, she didn't dare to put on airs in front of him.

Feng Shao withdrew his gaze, turned his eyes on Ye Chen again, and said.

"Junior Brother Ye, Senior Brother will teach you a truth today. To cultivate immortality, you must first cultivate the body, and to cultivate the body, you must first cultivate the mind. If you don't know how to keep your word, why are you talking about cultivating immortality? If you don't keep your word, then there's no point in cultivating immortality!"

As soon as these words came out, Du Yuanxi and the others all changed their faces.

Feng Shao's words were already very obvious. If Ye Chen doesn't leave the Red Dragon Sword today, then he doesn't need to stay in this Taiwei Sect any longer!

Although the Holy Son does not have the right to expel sect disciples, Qing Yangzi had to give the new Holy Son this face during the canonization ceremony of the Holy Son.

After all, Qing Yangzi's indecision just now was already very inappropriate.

If he rejected the first decision of the Holy Son, then Feng Shao, the Holy Son, might as well not be the Holy Son at all.

At last Qing Yangzi had come out of his mind problems this time, figured out the key point, and nodded slightly.

Ye Chen was not a fool either, after seeing Qing Yangzi nodding, he immediately understood, and his face became very ugly.

He looked down at the Red Dragon Sword in his hand, hesitated for a while, then waved his hand, and threw the Red Dragon Sword on the ground. He turned and glared at Feng Shao bitterly.

"Senior Brother Feng, this time, this junior brother admits defeat! But don't be complacent! Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Chen left in a huff.

Hearing Ye Chen's cruel words of declaration, Feng Shao smiled helplessly.

Now, Ye Chen's identity as the son of fortune was completely confirmed.

His identity of being the villain was also basically confirmed.

But Feng Shao still couldn't figure it out, why did he suddenly become a villain?

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In the eyes of many people, this contest at the canonization ceremony of the Holy Son was just a farce.

Although Ye Chen had excellent aptitude, it was still too childish to rashly challenge the holy son of his sect.

Especially after losing, he actually wanted to default on the debt even after cheating, which made many people feel amused.

At the end of the ceremony, many people couldn't help whispering and discussing while they were leaving.

After seeing off the guests, Qing Yangzi was going to say something to Feng Shao, but Feng Shao spoke first.

"Master, this disciple still has something urgent to do, please allow this disciple to leave first!"

In the end, without waiting for Qing Yangzi to answer, Feng Shao walked away and flew with his sword.

Qing Yangzi didn't expect that Feng Shao would not give him a chance to speak, and he was a little annoyed.

But he also knew that his decision just now had really hurt the heart of this big disciple, so it was normal for Feng Shao to lose his temper a little bit.

What's more, since Feng Shao joined the sect, Feng Shao has been handling all the sect's affairs, both at the top level and the low level, and he was so busy that he hardly touched the ground all day long.

This kind of situation where he had to leave without saying a word had happened more than once, so Qing Yangzi has long been used to it.

Qing Yangzi had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, ready to leave.

At this time, Du Yuanxi's voice suddenly came.

"Brother, please stay!"

Qing Yangzi turned his head to look at Du Yuanxi and asked in puzzlement.

"What's the matter, junior sister?"

After Du Yuanxi hesitated for a moment, she spoke.

"Brother, the behavior of my little apprentice just now was really inappropriate. If Feng Shao is angry because of this, it is reasonable. It's just that Ye Chen is not the only one from my third lineage. If this affects other disciples, I'm afraid…"

Before Du Yuanxi could finish speaking, Qing Yangzi waved his hand and replied.

"Don't worry, this kid Feng Shao has always understood the general situation, and he won't deduct the resources of your third lineage because of personal grievances so you can rest assured of this, junior sister."

With Qing Yangzi's words as a guarantee, Du Yuanxi was relieved.

6.3

With Qing Yangzi's words as a guarantee, Du Yuanxi was relieved.

In fact, Du Yuanxi also knew that Feng Shao was not a narrow-minded person, but she still felt a little uncertain.

After all, Ye Chen's behavior today was indeed too much, and Lu Qingyuan also interjected at an inappropriate moment.

It would be normal for someone to hold a grudge in this situation.

But at this time, Du Yuanxi felt relieved with the assurance of the senior brother sect master.

If Feng Shao really withheld the resources belonging to the third branch, then she would have her own senior brother sect master to make a case, and there would be no need to come forward herself.

Du Yuanxi thought about it again and felt that it would be a problem to continue like this. If they didn't find a way to untie Feng Shao's heart knot, her third lineage may not have a good life in the future.

Thinking of this, Du Yuanxi called Lu Qingyuan again and reprimanded her.

"Qingyuan, what you said and did just now was very inappropriate, do you know that?"

Lu Qingyuan dropped her head and remained silent.

Du Yuanxi sighed and explained earnestly.

"Qingyuan, you have to be clear, Feng Shao is now the holy son of this sect, and in the entire Taiwei Sect, his status is second only to your uncle master Qing Yangzi. I don't ask you to curry favor with him, but you must not offend him. Now, you go and make amends to Feng Shao, and even say something nice for your junior brother. He has always favored you, so he might listen to what you say."

Lu Qingyuan replied dissatisfiedly.

"Master, you heard how he reprimanded his disciple just now! Yes, it's really not good for Junior Brother Ye Chen to play tricks, but he doesn't have to be aggressive in front of so many people, right? If it doesn't work, we can discuss it in private and just pay him with other things in exchange! Junior Brother only has that weapon! Without the Red Dragon Sword, what will he use in the future?"

Du Yuanxi said disapprovingly.

"Although Ye Chen has been a disciple in the sect for five years, his behavior and actions still carry the spirit of a market person, and it is not the first time he has done shameless things. Many outer sect disciples are deeply dissatisfied but dare not speak out. The reputation of our lineage has been greatly affected. Ye Chen has suffered a big loss this time, if it can make him learn and remember, then the loss is worth it!"

Seeing that her own master had already said so, Lu Qingyuan had no choice but to say, "In that case, then the disciple just has to obey!"

After saying that, Lu Qingyuan turned around, raised her sword, and flew away without a trace in an instant.

Du Yuanxi knew that Lu Qingyuan was angry and acting wilfully, so she could only shake her head with a wry smile.

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After running away from her master, Lu Qingyuan found a disciple casually, and she asked where she could find Senior Brother Feng Shao. Upon learning the answer, she went straight to the Scripture Pavilion.

As soon as she entered the Scripture Pavilion, she saw dozens of ancient books scattered on the ground, while Feng Shao was sitting cross-legged on the ground, flipping through the ancient book in his hand.

Seeing this, Lu Qingyuan felt a little annoyed at him. How precious were these ancient books, how could they be placed on the ground so casually? If there was some damage, causing some portions to be lost, wouldn't it be a major loss for the sect?

Lu Qingyuan was about to speak, but Feng Shao seemed to have noticed something, as he suddenly raised his head. He saw Lu Qingyuan standing not far away from him. He was startled for a moment, then waved his hand and said.

"Junior Sister Lu, you came just in time, come and help me find a book."

The things that Lu Qingyuan wanted to say were choked back by Feng Shao's words, and she could only ask.

"I don't know what book Senior Brother Feng is looking for?"

"The more detailed the book that records the Bifang Crane's original information, the better!" Feng Shao said, before pointing to a few bookshelves around, "You can look for it starting from these bookshelves."

Lu Qingyuan couldn't help but be secretly dumbfounded.

Oh my god! With so many books, when will she find such a thing? But when she turned to look at Feng Shao again, she saw that he had already started flipping through a different book.

Judging by his serious look, it seemed that he didn't intend to explain in detail to Lu Qingyuan at all.

Lu Qingyuan had no choice but to walk to the bookshelves that Feng Shao pointed out just now. She picked up an ancient book and was about to open it, but suddenly her expression froze.

By the way, didn't she come here to apologize to Feng Shao?

Now that this was the current situation, did she still have to make an apology?

After Lu Qingyuan thought for a while, she whispered in Feng Shao's direction.

"Senior Brother Feng, it was my fault just now, and I apologize to you. Whether you heard it or not, I have already apologized anyway, and you can't hold grudges anymore."

After she finished speaking, Lu Qingyuan quickly covered her own face with an ancient book, observing Feng Shao with only a small corner of her eyes. Seeing that Feng Shao didn't respond, she couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

What she didn't know was that Feng Shao heard everything she had said just now quite clearly.

Feng Shao chuckled in his heart and murmured in a voice only he could hear.

"So damn arrogant. Die! Tsundere!"