I created Qin Tianjian in modern times

Chapter 669: Handover between Seniors and Juniors
The ancestors had to accept the fact that the era they were familiar with had long gone and they had to welcome the arrival of a new era.

The old Taoist priest looked at this scene, nodded with satisfaction, then turned to Zhao Qi and said:

"Commander Zhao, I heard about your deeds in general on Mount Longhu.

The young are to be feared, and with people with such broad minds, the revival of the art world is just around the corner.

I came here today to facilitate a relationship and help Chief Zhao realize his wish.

From now on, Longhu Mountain will be completely led by the Kunlun Military Region, and I am no exception."

Zhao Qi looked at the old Taoist priest, his tone full of gratitude:

"Thank you, old Heavenly Master, for your understanding of justice. I am rectifying the world of magic cultivation not out of selfish desires, but because I don't want to see the world of magic cultivation gradually decline and eventually perish."

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist smiled and waved his hand:

"Chief Zhao, you don't need to say more about this matter. If I don't even understand this, I won't be here."

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest looked at the heads of the sects:
"Do you remember the cold iron sticks from Mount Longhu?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the ancestors of all the sects became solemn.

The cold iron sign is a unique token of Longhu Mountain. It is made of cold iron and engraved with the words Yin and Yang written by the old Taoist priest himself.

Therefore, the cold iron sign, also known as the Yin-Yang sign, is extremely prestigious in the world of magic.

Back then, the old Taoist priest was the leader of the magic world.

If there is a conflict between the various sects, there is no need for the old Taoist priest to show up in person. He can just send a cold iron stick to resolve the bloody conflict.

However, this cold iron stick has not been seen for many years, because the old Taoist priest has retired from the world many years ago and no longer cares about the secular world.

Therefore, the ancestors were a little confused. Why did the old master suddenly mention the cold iron stick at this time?

At this moment, the old Taoist priest spread out his palms, a ray of light flashed, and a sandalwood sign box appeared in his hands.

As the old Taoist priest slowly opened the box, several cold iron sticks appeared inside.

In the moonlight, the cold iron stick gleamed coldly, revealing a biting chill.

Then, the old Taoist priest pushed the box in front of Zhao Qi:

“This cold iron stick has represented Mount Longhu for many years.

From today on, I will personally hand it over to Chief Zhao. From now on, wherever the cold iron sign goes, it will represent Chief Zhao’s will.”

Zhao Qi didn't expect this to happen and felt a little surprised.

But under the gaze of the old Taoist priest, he slowly reached out and took the heavy sign box.

After taking it, Zhao Qi immediately realized that this cold iron stick was not an ordinary thing, but a magic weapon.

Although the grade of magic weapon is lower than that of spiritual treasure, it is by no means ordinary.

Especially in this Dharma-Ending Age, each sect may only have one or two magic weapons.

And Longhu Mountain was so generous that it directly gave this magic weapon to Zhao Qi.

Seeing Zhao Qi's expression, the old Taoist knew that he had sensed the extraordinary nature of the cold iron stick.

Then, the old Taoist said calmly:
"Chief Zhao, please acknowledge your master with your blood, and let the ancestors be witnesses.

After dripping blood to acknowledge the master, you can inject power into the cold iron stick.

Use your power to gather information and convey your wishes wherever you go.

Zhao Qi no longer refused. He bit his fingertip without hesitation and dripped a drop of blood onto the cold iron skewer.

In an instant, a ray of cold light shot straight into the sky, and a biting chill filled the entire back mountain of Kunlun.

A lot of information suddenly emerged in Zhao Qi's mind, and he realized that the cold iron sign was not an ordinary token.

It is even a magic weapon that can be used for both attack and defense.

As Zhao Qi's mind moved, eighteen cold iron sticks began to spin and dance around him.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Qi waved his hand, and the eighteen cold iron sticks quickly merged into one, forming a barrier.

Then, Zhao Qi shook his wrist, and the eighteen cold iron sticks separated again, turning into sharp arrows that seemed indestructible.

The old master's eyes were filled with satisfaction:
"It seems that Chief Zhao has a connection with this treasure. These eighteen cold iron sticks represent the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld.

They were refined by a close friend of mine who was an equipment refiner and spent his entire life refining them.

When separated, they become eighteen, and when combined, they become one.

It can be used for attack or defense, can be transformed into a weapon, and can also form a formation.

Each cold iron stick contains different powers. I have no chance to master this thing and have not yet been able to fully comprehend it.

It would be a waste if it remained in my hands, so today I will formally present it to Chief Zhao in front of all the ancestors.

I hope that Chief Zhao can use this to revive the world of magic cultivation!"

Zhao Qi felt the power contained in the cold iron stick and knew in his heart that it was a rare treasure.

He gently clasped his fists towards the old Taoist priest and said:

“Old Heavenly Master, I am in military uniform and cannot perform the formal ceremony.

But I will not let you down and will definitely reshape the culture of the martial arts world."

The old Taoist nodded with satisfaction, then walked to the seat next to him and sat down without saying a word.

Obviously, he wanted to give the protagonist position back to Zhao Qi.

At this time, the cold iron sticks were still circling around Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi gently stretched out his hand, and the eighteen cold iron sticks instantly merged into one, standing quietly in his hand, flashing colorful mysterious light.

Zhao Qi's gaze swept calmly over each ancestor.

The ancestors could all feel that although Zhao Qi's eyes were calm, they concealed infinite power.

At the same time, Zhao Qi and the old Taoist priest formed a sharp contrast.

The aura exuded by the old Taoist priest is as strong and powerful as a mountain.

Zhao Qi's aura is relatively stable, like the vast ocean, which can accommodate everything when still and destroy everything when moving.

Zhao Qi waved his hand gently, and the ancestors finally felt relieved.

They all sat back in their seats, and at Zhao Qi's signal, the soldiers from the kitchen came over to serve the food.

Soon, the tables of the ancestors were filled with sumptuous delicacies.

Zhao Qi sat at the front, opposite the other ancestors.

Wang Zhiguo and Chen Dong sat on his left and right. This was their first time attending a gathering of practitioners.

Next came the members of the 778 Exploration Team, and the remaining ancestors took their seats one by one.

Zhao Qi knew the principle of using both kindness and severity, so he picked up the teacup in front of him, looked at the ancestors and said:
“My dear bosses, from today on, the Kunlun Military Region will officially supervise the entire magic cultivation world.

I hope that all the ancestors can restrain each other's sects and avoid the day of war.

Here, I will use tea instead of wine to toast all the ancestors. "

Zhao Qi still sat in his seat, but the ancestors stood up one after another to respond.

This banquet was very relaxing for Zhao Qi and others, but it was very uncomfortable for the ancestors.

Except for ancestors like Dao Miao Tianshi who have truly decided to rely on the Kunlun Military Region, everyone else has their own thoughts and are eager to return to their respective sects to discuss this matter.

After all, this is no ordinary regulatory intervention.

No one knows what kind of changes the Kunlun Military Region's involvement in the world of magic will bring.

The dinner lasted for two hours and then ended.

All the ancestors claimed that they had other things to deal with and left.

Zhao Qi saw it, but did not show any attitude.

He believed that these ancestors really needed time to accept this fact.

The era of free and easy living has ended. The world of magic cannot become a lawless place. This is Zhao Qi's bottom line.

Finally, the ancestors in the back mountain dispersed one after another, leaving only a few.

Among them were the old celestial master and Dao Miao celestial master. Dao Miao celestial master seemed to see that the old celestial master and Zhao Qi still had something to say, so he stood up and led the remaining ancestors to leave on their own initiative.

At Zhao Qi's signal, Wang Ye hurried forward to see him off.

“Wang Ye, you are a disciple of the Wudang Sect, and now you are a member of the 778 Exploration Team.

Always remember, do no evil and practice all good.

Follow the footsteps of Chief Zhao, and your future will be limitless."

The old Taoist priest asked Wang Ye to walk beside him and gave him some earnest instructions.

Wang Ye nodded humbly and said politely:
"Disciple Wang Ye, I will follow the teachings of my master."

Looking at Wang Ye, Taoist Master Dao Miao was quite pleased:
"The world of magic cultivation is about to undergo a transformation. If we want to be like the old Heavenly Master and take charge of the entire world of magic cultivation,

The Kunlun Military Region still has a long way to go.

Wang Ye, always remember that you have the Wudang Clan behind you.

As long as Chief Zhao needs something, Wudang Sect will never refuse."

As they spoke, the group had already walked outside the military district. Taoist Master Dao Miao left these words and left with his disciples.

Looking at his master's departing back, Wang Ye felt deeply moved.

Wang Ye can be said to be the person who knows the world of magic cultivation best among all the team members.

Therefore, he knew very well how difficult what Zhao Qi was going to do now was.

In the past, the world of magic cultivation was truly a place where people lived as idle wanderers, unconcerned with worldly affairs.

Some people spend their entire lives seeking the truth.

But most people just want to muddle through and have a leisurely life.

Now all this is about to change, and it is Zhao Qi who will bring about the change.

So Wang Ye understood very well what Master Dao Miao said before he left.

There is still a long way to go before we can truly regulate the entire world of magic.

When Wang Ye returned to the back mountain with his thoughts, he found that the team members and Wang Zhiguo and others had already left the banquet.

Only the old Taoist priest and Zhao Qi were left at the scene, and they seemed to be talking about something.

Wang Ye was curious and wanted to go over to ask where the others had gone, when suddenly a hand patted him on the shoulder.

Wang Ye looked back in confusion and found that the team members were all standing behind him.

"Why are you all here?"

Han Feng looked at Zhao Qi and the old Taoist priest not far away and whispered:

"Can't you see? The old Taoist priest obviously has something to say to the chief.

We would just be in the way there.”

Wang Ye nodded in sudden realization. From Han Feng, he learned that Chen Dong and his team had already returned to the office to give the two of them some space to talk.

But this also made the team members at a loss for a moment, and they could only get together and walk aimlessly along the road.

Before they knew it, the team members were attracted by the sudden light and found that they had actually walked to the vicinity of Lingbao Pavilion.

"Wow... Wow..."

Accompanied by the sound of shaking coins, the team members noticed that Blind Chen was still sitting in his old position outside the door, shaking the tortoise shell in his hand.

"Blind Chen, it's so late, why are you still sitting outside?"

Zhu Qingyang was full of doubts and approached Blind Chen and asked.

The sound of Blind Chen shaking the coins in his hand suddenly stopped, followed by a burst of laughter:
"What difference does it make to me whether it's dark or light?"

The team members gathered around Blind Chen, and Aning asked curiously:
"So what are you doing here?"

Blind Chen opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back.

Under the puzzled gazes of the team members, Blind Chen stood up and slowly walked towards Lingbao Pavilion, leaving only one sentence:
"The secret cannot be revealed..."

Looking at Blind Chen's departing back, Zhu Qingyang muttered in dissatisfaction:

"It's so mysterious, it just keeps people on suspense!"

Han Feng still said calmly:

"Blind Chen knows more than us, and recently he has been practicing the divination technique of the Shaobing Song.

His divination ability is probably getting stronger and stronger.

So what he calculated is likely a secret that cannot be revealed."

"The key is that he won't tell us. How can we know what he is calculating? Even if we know the secret, what can we do?"

Zhu Qingyang walked away with his teammates, complaining dissatisfiedly.

The other team members started laughing, and the group gradually walked away.

……

At the same time, the back mountain was already silent.

Only Zhao Qi and the old Taoist priest were still sitting there.

The old Taoist priest took a sip of tea and then looked at Zhao Qi with a meaningful smile:

"Chief Zhao, are you wondering why Longhu Mountain got the news and why I came here uninvited?"

Zhao Qi nodded gently:

“I have heard that the old Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu has been in seclusion for many years, and there are even rumors that the old Heavenly Master has become an immortal.

I really didn't expect that the old master would suddenly come to Kunlun Military Region today.

So I am also very curious about the purpose of the old master's visit this time."

Zhao Qi's honesty made the old Taoist nod with satisfaction.

Then, he sighed, looked at Zhao Qi and said:
"Commander Zhao, you may not know that many years ago, a great turmoil occurred in the magic world.

That era had just entered the Dharma Ending Age, and the various sects had not yet been able to adapt well to this era.

The appearance of a wordless heavenly book triggered a fight among various sects.

The wordless heavenly book records miraculous skills and techniques, so it is naturally regarded as a must-have by all sects.

That was the biggest war that had broken out in the magic world in recent years."

When the old Taoist priest said this, Zhao Qi suddenly interrupted:

"The Jiashen Rebellion..."

Hearing these four words, a hint of doubt flashed across the old Taoist's eyes:
"Chief Zhao is so young, yet he knows about this?"

Zhao Qi smiled but said nothing. He certainly would not tell the old Taoist priest. The reason he knew this was because he had memories of his past life.

Then, the old Taoist sighed deeply:
“Yes, many of my old friends died in the Jiashen Rebellion.

It was also from that time that I began to get involved in the world of magic, hoping to prevent similar tragedies from happening again in the future.

But human greed is endless. Once they really got involved, even I couldn't stay out of it.

The open and covert struggles among various sects and the huge impact of the Dharma Ending Age on the world of magic cultivation have caused the world of magic cultivation to decline.

I couldn't bear to see everything I cherish destroyed, so I chose to hide away and no longer care about it.

It was not until recently, when the thunder catastrophe that shocked China occurred, that I learned that another powerful person was born in the world.

Upon learning more about it, I realized that the Kunlun Military Region was already well-known in the martial arts world, and Chief Zhao was even more famous.

Chief Zhao wants to reorganize the world of magic cultivation. I think this is something that must be done and it is the right thing to do.

I don’t have much time left. If I can leave something for future generations, it may be this cold iron sign that once represented the rules.”

When the old Taoist priest said this, he was as calm as water, as if he had already become indifferent to life and death.

(End of this chapter)