Chapter 1209: Master Relies on Disciple's Nobility

Lu Yang returned from the dead, Yun Zhi retired, and the Daoist Master Buyu reassumed supreme authority over the sect, to the great joy of all.

Beneath the moonlight, the company continued their feast, cups clinking and laughter ringing, save for the Daoist Master Buyu, who alone remained despondent.

Among the four disciples, only Ye Zijin, who spent night and day by the Daoist Master Buyu's side, showed the greatest filial devotion, gently offering words of comfort:

"Master, today is the day of reunion for our Tianmen Peak, so do smile a little more; once you become the Sect Master tomorrow, you will find no reason to smile."

The Daoist Master Buyu

At that moment, the jade tablet flared with brilliant light, and a martial imprint gradually took shape upon Lei Shan's brow; the very instant it formed, the jade tablet vanished into thin air.

Yet, before taking his departure, he did not forget to draw the ward door shut, even going so far as to lock it from the outside.

"Follow me, then. The five grains of Weiling Sand are in the back; you need only pay the full sum of six and a half million to claim them," the middle-aged man said upon hearing Ye Feng's words, standing upon the stage and making an inviting gesture as though welcoming an honored guest.

The journey passed in silence, and due to the time difference, the plane touched down at Huhai International Airport in the evening hours. Nalan Shiyu's Hennessy was parked in the underground lot.

"How are you walking? Are you blind?!" He Haidong wiped at a non-existent mark on his shirt with deep aversion.

But that Duan Chong, much like Liu Ang, had also wished to take advantage of Xu Yingying; unfortunately, instead of gaining any advantage, he was met by a blade of death.

At this moment, he dared not channel his energy to stem the bleeding, his eyes filled with terror as he was forced to meet Xiao Zichuan's gaze.

As for the Great Extinction Seal, Lei Shan had no opportunity to reclaim it, yet he remained confident that Li Mozi would be unable to refine it, for Li Mozi had never cultivated the Thunder Emperor Formula.

"Xiao Zichuan? The foremost figure of the Seven Hegemons' Mortal Realm? Never heard of him; at the Sword Discussion Assembly, I shall trample his head beneath my feet," they declared.

Ye Feng's gaze swept across each of the hundreds of people gathered there, and he noticed that Tao Qingtong and Xuanyuan Xin were among the crowd; the two of them had also discovered his presence, so Ye Feng clasped his hands in a respectful greeting before settling quietly behind Ling Jingzi to await his orders.

"Your Highness, Liu Jing and his retinue have arrived at the City Lord’s manor, and all have been captured and imprisoned," Zhang Yong said into the token in his hand, having infused it with origin qi until its patterns glowed to life.

Mu Ziyun, Fang Tianmu, and Huzi walked in one after another, and just as Mu Ziyun parted his lips to speak, a roaring sheet of flame surged toward them, bang! The Lord of Fire smashed Mu Ziyun into the wall with a single punch, knocking him senseless. Grabbing Mu Ziyun by the collar, the Lord of Fire dragged him slowly out of the Glazed Palace.

A moment later, two silhouettes could be seen in the sky, chasing and dueling one another; one possessed shaggy, curly hair and dark skin, and whenever they fought, strands of their hair would frequently fall away, a single strand capable of decimating an entire mountain.

Qin Ming knew that Cheng Xin was exceptionally busy now; the affairs she had to handle daily were incomparable to before, as the company was gradually finding its footing, leaving her with an immense workload.

"So, if our Bao family cannot win, does it mean we will have lost such a magnificent opportunity for absolutely nothing?" Bao Rui inquired.

On account of the Buddhist assembly and celebrations, the outer city of Bashi was bustling and congested, prompting Jiang An'i to simply lead his group toward the inner city, though entering it required another tax of a single gold coin. The inner city proved far more tranquil, its streets filled with beautifully adorned carriages and elegantly dressed pedestrians, a stark contrast to the outer city.

"Such a matter occurred? And who exactly was the person who dared to make you resort to fraud?" Only now did Xia Qiuchi, who had remained quiet all this while, finally speak up, his expression grim as he questioned.

This belonged to Lord Ming of the Wave Sand Fort, who, ever since receiving the favor of Du Yuan, had governed with great diligence, prioritizing efficiency above all and reshaping the original chief palace master from a mere servant into the foremost authority in form.