The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 794 The Conferment Ceremony
Compared to absolute geniuses, all these geniuses pale in comparison!
Feng Jiuxiao looked at Song Wanning with a teasing gaze, feeling quite comforted. At least, those intruders would have to think twice before trying to harm Song Wanning.

Song Wanning smiled, put the longsword into her dantian to nurture it, and then followed the two into the house.

They still need to discuss how to handle Yi Pingting's situation.

Time quickly came to the day of the investiture ceremony.

The Wuji Sect was packed with people, with countless disciples flocking to the site, and almost half of the sect's open space was filled with banquets.

In addition, a spatial array was used in the square to accommodate so many tables.

The Wuji Sect was also very generous; the table was covered with meat from immortal beasts brimming with immortal energy, the rice exuded a strong immortal fragrance, and even the fruit was of a relatively high grade.

For some immortals, each item is extremely precious.

The area closest to the platform was occupied by all the big shots sitting around a table.

Yi Pingting was also among them.

In the past few days, she has acted perfectly normally, and no one has noticed anything unusual about her.

However, she remains a key focus of the Wuji Sect.

Song Wanning also sat at a nearby table, her gaze occasionally drifting over the tables of the big shots.

Soon, Immortal Venerable Moyang appeared.

Today he was dressed in an exceptionally formal manner, wearing a black brocade robe trimmed with gold, which shimmered faintly and looked like it was made of expensive materials.

He wore a jade crown, stood tall and straight, and every step he took seemed to be radiant.

Everyone stared wide-eyed as he slowly walked towards them.

Today, he is the protagonist.

The sect leader of Wuji Sect couldn't stop smiling.

Such outstanding people belong to their Wuji Sect, so let those people be envious!
The bigwigs' eyes were full of admiration; after all, such a young and promising junior would be a dazzling presence anywhere.

The sect leader stepped forward and began the conferment ceremony.

The ceremony was very simple: it involved offering sacrifices to Heaven and simultaneously announcing the event to the world.

A hint of envy flashed in Song Wanning's eyes. She wondered when she would be able to advance to the Quasi-Saint level.

Immortal Venerable Moyang held a lit incense stick in his hand and bowed towards the sky.

The cigarette smoke transformed into wisps of smoke, slowly rising into the sky.

It was as if a beautiful painting had been sketched out, captivating the viewer's heart and soul.

Soon, the smoke rose into the clouds, and then a ray of light shone down, landing on Immortal Venerable Moyang.

At that moment, everything in the world seemed to lose its color.

Countless eyes were fixed on Immortal Venerable Moyang, filled with endless envy.

...

After the conferment ceremony was completed, the disciples began to eat and chat in small groups.

Song Wanning sat at the table, with Daoqing sitting next to her.

While they were chatting, Yi Pingting suddenly came over with a glass of wine.

A near-saint came to offer a toast, and Song Wanning quickly stood up, a smile spreading across her face.

"Senior Yi, I apologize for any offense I may have caused you before."

She spoke first, as if it had truly been an accident.

Yi Pingting looked at her with a forced smile, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes.

But they all had to be hidden.

"It's alright. I just felt there might be some misunderstanding between us, so I wanted to take this opportunity to clear things up."

After all, these days, the way the big shots around him are looking at him has been very strange.

She didn't want to be suspected.

Upon hearing this, Song Wanning's smile became even brighter.

"Senior is joking. It was all just an accident. How could it be a misunderstanding?" Her smile didn't reach her eyes, but she didn't believe it was all a misunderstanding.

At the very least, Yi Pingting's malice at the time was real; it's just that the source of her malice is unknown.

"hehe."

Yi Pingting's heart sank, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

This Song Wanning really doesn't know what's good for her.

Isn't this seemingly gentle but actually sarcastic response just a way to put her in the spotlight?
It seems she underestimated Song Wanning's arrogance.

She downed the wine in her glass in one gulp, then turned and went back to the table.

It was a minor incident, and it ended quickly.

But that subtle atmosphere never dissipated.

Everyone had something on their mind, and they weren't as carefree as the disciples.

Daoqing had also heard about the matter and whispered to Song Wanning, "This Yi Pingting has always had a good reputation; everyone says she's a kind person."

"But actually, when she was young, she stole her brother-in-law."

His eyes held disdain, and even more so, contempt.

Several disciples nearby looked over as if they were watching a melon, and Daoqing coughed lightly and whispered in Song Wanning's ear.

"And I heard that her brother-in-law died in her bed."

"From then on, Yi Pingting seemed to become a different person. Her cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and she became a well-known genius."

When Daoqing said this, he suspected that Yi Pingting was also an intruder.

After all, it was as if he had suddenly become a different person; it sounded like he had been possessed by an outsider.

Upon hearing this, a thoughtful look flashed in Song Wanning's eyes, and she glanced at Yi Pingting again without making a sound.

Yi Pingting is very ordinary-looking, with a common face that can only be described as pretty, and she wouldn't stand out in a crowd.

However, his superior demeanor and the aura of someone in a position of authority are quite remarkable.

She thought it over in her mind, silently keeping a watchful eye on things, and then continued chatting and laughing with everyone.

...

The investiture ceremony concluded successfully.

The bigwigs also left one after another.

Song Wanning had an impression of each of the big shots, but there were still many big shots who hadn't come, and now that the Three Lives Mirror was gone, it was difficult for her to make a judgment.

But with the immortal bones of Fuxi in his body, he might be able to sense something.

After seeing those people off, the members of the Wuji Sect gathered in the Sect Master's Hall.

This was also the first time Song Wanning had met the sect's Primordial Ancestor and the other Quasi-Saints. She obediently bowed to them one by one.

The Primordial Ancestor looked at Song Wanning with gentle eyes and felt very gratified.

Those old guys were quite envious of their Wuji Sect this time, for producing two such outstanding juniors.

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone got down to business.

“Yi Pingting’s background is indeed somewhat suspicious. If she is an intruder, she may have already set her sights on Song Wanning.”

"No, even if she wasn't an intruder, they probably wouldn't let her go."

"Yes, girl, you absolutely must not go out these days, be careful that guy doesn't do anything bad behind your back."

“I think Wan Ning can go out. If we can lure her out, we can find her as soon as possible.”

"..."

The experts each shared their own opinions.

Although everyone is optimistic about Song Wanning, her cultivation level is too low. If she is used as bait and something goes wrong, the losses will be huge.

But this is indeed the best way.

"But even if I'm used as bait, the other party might not show up, after all, we're in the eye of the storm right now..."