Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 26 The Remaining Sect Members
Just when Song Xian was at a loss, Lin Zixiang reached out and untied the storage bag from Zhang Hunyuan's waist, bowed and presented it to him with both hands: "Master."

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him again. Song Xian swallowed his saliva: "This...this...I..."

He didn't know what to say or do. It had only been two years since he had transcended the mortal realm, so how could he have become the headmaster?

Zhong Wenyuan was a mature and prudent man after all. Although he was saddened by Zhang Hunyuan's tragic death in front of him, he also knew that the most important thing now was to unite the people.

Zhang Hunyuan was originally the leader of the group, but now he has passed away. If they don't immediately identify a backbone, then everyone will inevitably scatter and will definitely not be able to reach the Western Frontier and inherit the Qingyun Sect.

This is also why Zhang Hunyuan held on to the end. Although he suffered fatal injuries and a broken heart, he still woke up with his strong will. The first thing he said when he woke up was to determine the next generation of headmaster.

"Master, please tell me what to do now?"

Zhong Wenyuan suppressed his grief, put down Zhang Hunyuan, stood up with red eyes, and saluted respectfully towards Song Xian.

"I...I...Senior Brother Zhong, I." Song Xian's mind was in a mess and he wanted to decline the position of the headmaster. He had no experience in handling sect affairs and he was also very young. How could he take over as the headmaster and lead everyone to the Western Frontier?

Seeing that he was in a state of panic, Lin Zixiang said, "Master, I suggest that we immediately burn the bodies of our fellow disciples and hurry to Yunxifang. Even if the Sheshan bandits leave, they might come back to attack us. I'm also worried that the Yuanyi Sect might be waiting behind us, waiting for us to attack at any time. For now, the only way to be safe is to reach Yunxifang."

"That's right. Senior Brother Lin is right. Let's burn the bodies of our fellow disciples first! Then take the ashes away. We can't let them lie exposed in the wilderness."

"Yes, Master." Lin Zixiang responded loudly, "By Master's order, immediately burn the remains of all the brothers and sisters and take the ashes away."

Zhong Wenyuan immediately arranged for people to move the body.

Everyone took the order and left. When the others had dispersed, leaving only Lin Zixiang and Zhong Wenyuan, Song Xian spoke up, "Brother Lin, Brother Zhong, I really can't take the position of headmaster. I have no experience, and I'm young. My cultivation and experience are not enough to convince others. Let's choose one from the two brothers!"

"Junior Brother Song." Zhong Wenyuan's face was solemn, his tone heavy. "I'll call you Junior Brother Song for the last time. Now that we're leaderless and have encountered this turmoil, if we don't immediately appoint a leader, I'm afraid we'll all disband."

"As for experience and age, it's not a big deal. Junior Brother Zixiang and I will help you."

"You saw what happened just now. After Hunyuan woke up, he first looked at the two of us, and then he chose you. This shows that he considered passing the throne to us, but ultimately chose you."

"Because only by passing it on to you can it be legitimate and no one will be dissatisfied."

"Our Qingyun Sect has been established for three hundred years, with four generations of inheritance, all passed down from master to disciple. The second-generation master, Chang Zhi, is both the son and disciple of the founder, Chang Qingyun."

"The third generation master is also the son of the second generation master."

"Hun Yuan was also the son and disciple of the third-generation master. However, he was murdered by a traitor and was unable to succeed to the throne."

"You are the third generation sect leader. Only by having you succeed us can we demonstrate the orthodox status of our Qingyun Sect."

"Hunyuan didn't want to disrupt the inheritance tradition of our Qingyun Sect, so he designated you in the end."

Song Xian was silent for a moment after hearing this: "I understand. I will definitely do my best to lead everyone to Western Xinjiang and establish a foothold there."

"That's it. As long as you have this intention, Zixiang and I will definitely help you wholeheartedly. Hunyuan and I grew up together as brothers, and Zixiang treats him like an older brother. Since he has entrusted his final hope to you, we will of course fully support him."

"By the way, why did all those monks from the Sheshan Bandit Sect suddenly run away?"

"Sheshan's leader, Huang Xing, was seriously injured and therefore evacuated."

Song Xian was shocked. Huang Xing, as a foundation-building cultivator, was actually seriously injured. It seemed that no one here had the ability to do that.

"How did he get so badly injured?"

"Hun Yuan used the sect's most powerful weapon, a talisman left by the founder, to injure Huang Xing."

Talisman treasure.

Song Xian's pupils shrank and he was shocked.

The mention of talismans is well-known in the cultivation world. They are a combination of talismans and magical treasures, and can only be refined by those with a cultivation level above the Core Formation Stage. They seal part of the power of a magical treasure into a specially crafted talisman, thus possessing the dual characteristics of both talismans and magical treasures, and can be used by lower-level practitioners.

The worst talisman has 10% of the power of the original magic weapon, but low-level cultivators cannot fully utilize it.

With Zhang Hunyuan's cultivation level, he can only unleash one-tenth or one-twelfth of the talisman's power at most. If he could unleash its full power, not to mention Huang Xing alone, even several Huang Xings would probably be beheaded.

Song Xian couldn't help but recall the time outside the Qingyun Sect's main hall, when Qin Yang led the Yuanyi Sect disciples to surround everyone, and Zhang Hunyuan's eyes were fixed on Qin Yang.

Presumably, at that time, he had already secretly grasped the talisman, ready to fight Qin Yang to the death. If Liu Zikai had not arrived in time, he would have definitely used it on Qin Yang.

"Senior Brother Song, no, Master, there is a corpse over there. The death was very strange. There is not a trace of flesh and blood on the body. Only a skeleton is left." As the three were talking, Jiang Zichen ran over with a look of fear on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, burly boy of about fifteen years old came over with the dry bones in his hands.

Both George Lam and James Chung looked over curiously.

"I killed this man. He was hit by my magic weapon and his blood and flesh were sucked dry. Don't be surprised. Now that we have taken him here, let's burn it together!" At this point, Song Xian had no choice but to tell the truth.

Although Lin Zixiang and Zhong Wenyuan were puzzled, they did not ask any further questions. Instead, Jiang Zichen was full of envy: "The master's magic weapon must be very powerful."

Song Xian said nothing. Soon, everyone moved the bodies of their fellow disciples here, arranged them neatly, and then cremated them.

In this battle, more than half of the Qingyun Sect members died, and the original team of 22 now has only 10 people left.

They are Song Xian (third level of Qi Refining).

Zhong Wenyuan (Eighth Level of Qi Refining).

George Lam (Eighth Level of Qi Refining).

Zhang Yi (Sixth Level of Qi Refining).

Lu Yuan (Sixth level of Qi Refining).

Zhong Yang (fifth level of Qi Refining).

Zhang Ningyuan (fifth level of Qi Refining).

Xu Ning (Fifth Level of Qi Refining).

Shen Fan (first level of Qi Refining).

Jiang Zichen (first level of Qi Refining).

Among them, Xu Ning, Shen Fan and Jiang Zichen all took the initiative to join the team heading to Western Xinjiang on the eve of departure.

Xu Ning was the first to arrive that night. Shen Fan and Jiang Zichen came together. They were good friends who joined the Qingyun Sect together and had both achieved transcendence not long ago.

Shen Fan is a strong and strong man who looks a little dull. He is taciturn and has no opinions of his own. It was only after listening to Jiang Zichen that he joined the others and went to Western Xinjiang.

Apart from these three people, the rest were from Zhang Hunyuan's original team and belonged to Zhang Shilin's faction.

As the flames rose and black smoke billowed into the sky, more than a dozen bodies were burned to ashes. Everyone looked solemn as they collected the ashes and found a dozen boxes to store them.

"Master, we shouldn't stay here for long." Zhong Wenyuan said.

Song Xian nodded and said loudly, "My fellow disciples, let's go to the Western Frontier."

(End of this chapter)