From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Looking at the martial arts wheel floating quietly in front of him, Meng Fei slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Now, all hope can only be temporarily placed on that "murderous doctor" Ping Yizhi.

"Ping Yizhi...you'd better...have a real solution..."

Meng Fei muttered to himself in a slightly hoarse voice, his eyes seeming to hold a flame about to erupt.

If even Ping Yizhi is helpless... then Blackwood Cliff, the Sun Moon Sect, and even the entire martial arts world may suffer his endless wrath.

Three days later, Meng Fei summoned Po Jun, Ying Huo, and Gu Luan, along with all the elders and hall masters of the Sun Moon Sect who had held back, to the main hall.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was so somber that you could hear a pin drop.

Meng Fei sat high on the throne that originally belonged to Ren Woxing, his eyes slowly sweeping over the crowd below with their varied expressions, his gaze as sharp as an ice blade.

"Gentlemen, I have obtained the antidote for the Three Corpse Brain God Pill."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Upon hearing this, most of the high-ranking members of the Sun Moon Sect in the hall held their breath, their gazes fixed intently on Meng Fei.

"If you wish to remove the poison from the Three Corpse Brain God Pill in your body, take a step forward."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

His Highness and the others exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes conveying complex emotions.

However, after a long while, no one stepped forward.

These people were all seasoned veterans of the underworld, well aware that there's no such thing as a free lunch, and that Meng Fei wouldn't hand over the antidote so easily.

"Heh...not bad, getting the antidote does indeed require paying a price."

Looking at the crowd in front of him, who were eager to make a move but had not yet taken the lead, Meng Fei let out a low, cold laugh, as if he had expected this.

He slowly stood up, walked down the steps, and came to the crowd.

"The condition is simple—as long as you pledge your allegiance to me, the antidote will be readily available."

"Absurd!"

A sharp shout suddenly rang out, and Lei Meng, the leader of the White Tiger Hall, abruptly stood up, glaring angrily: "We are members of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, and should naturally be loyal to our leader, Ren! How can we be loyal to an outsider like you! Moreover..."

Before he could finish speaking, another branch leader stepped forward, strongly supporting him: "That's right, although there is controversy surrounding the succession of the current leader, the previous leader left a will, how can we disobey it!"

"Yeah?"

Meng Fei's eyes suddenly turned cold, as if frost had descended.

However, he did not get angry; he simply waved his hand lightly.

"In that case, please let Leader Ren explain this to you personally. Then you can make your choice."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ren Yingying and Linghu Chong slowly walked out from behind the screen on the side of the main hall.

Ren Yingying's face was pale, her eyes were complicated, and her expression was bitter and helpless.

Linghu Chong followed closely behind, his brows furrowed, and stood protectively by her side.

"Greetings, Master!"

Upon seeing Ren Yingying, everyone in the hall, regardless of their own thoughts, bowed in greeting.

"Elders and hall masters, there's no need for such formalities."

Ren Yingying's voice carried a hint of weariness and sadness that was barely perceptible.

"Today... it was I who invited... Young Hero Meng to gather everyone here."

After a pause, Ren Yingying's gaze swept over everyone in the hall, a hint of hesitation flashing across her face. She then glanced at Linghu Chong beside her, as if gaining a bit more courage, and continued, "My father unfortunately passed away due to a relapse of his old injuries. As his daughter, I am overwhelmed with grief. Therefore, I have decided..."

She took a deep breath and said clearly and firmly, "From this day forward, I will observe three years of mourning for my father, during which time I will no longer handle any church affairs or matters..."

Her gaze finally settled on Meng Fei, her voice trembling slightly: "Meng Fei will temporarily assume the position of Left Envoy of Light, and will have full authority to manage the Divine Sect! All matters within the sect can be decided by Left Envoy Meng himself, without needing to consult me!"

"also……"

She looked at Xiang Wentian in the crowd and continued to add.

"Uncle Xiang... will also be practicing asceticism with me. From now on, you all must obey Meng Zuo Shi's orders as you would obey my commands."

"What?!"

"Please reconsider, Master!"

"Absolutely not!"

These words caused an uproar throughout the hall!

The two remaining ten elders, in particular, paled and urgently pleaded, "Master! The former master has just passed away, and the hearts of the people in the sect are still unsettled. How can you abandon the sect's affairs? We beg you to consider the greater good and rescind your order!"

"Yes, Master! This matter concerns the very foundation of the cult; please consider it carefully!"

Other hall masters and branch leaders echoed this sentiment, earnestly requesting Ren Yingying to stay and take charge.

However, when Ren Yingying's gaze swept over Meng Fei, the deep-seated fear and apprehension she felt could not be completely concealed.

She couldn't help but recall Meng Fei's ruthlessness in forcing Lan Fenghuang to kill him that day, his decisiveness when he held her hostage, and even more so, the strength and methods Meng Fei displayed last night that chilled her to the bone...

She shook her head with difficulty, her voice soft but resolute: "Please don't try to persuade me anymore, my mind is made up."

After saying that, she ignored everyone's attempts to stop her and their exclamations. She exchanged a glance with Linghu Chong, and the two of them turned around and walked straight out of the main hall.

……

At the foot of Blackwood Cliff, the mountain wind was biting.

Xiang Wentian had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw Ren Yingying and Linghu Chong coming together, he immediately went to greet them, his face full of anxiety and resentment.

"Yingying! Are we really going to leave like this? Handing over the foundation of the Divine Cult to Meng Fei?"

Xiang Wentian lowered his voice, his tone excited.

Upon hearing this, Ren Yingying stopped in her tracks, her expression extremely solemn. She glanced back at the misty Blackwood Cliff top, a hint of lingering fear flashing in her eyes.

"Uncle Xiang, didn't we witness enough of Meng Fei's methods yesterday? His swordsmanship... and that 'Life and Death Talisman'..."

The mere mention of the words "Life and Death Talisman" sent a chill down her spine.

Linghu Chong, standing to the side, also had a grave expression, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Xiang, Meng Fei's Thirteen Deadly Swords have reached a high level of mastery. Although my Dugu Nine Swords are said to be able to break all martial arts in the world, when I fight him... I can hardly gain the upper hand. Perhaps... only if my Uncle Feng comes in person will we have a slight chance of winning."

"Can……"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Wentian recalled the thin, ice-like "Life and Death Talisman" that Meng Fei had flicked into his body when he tried to resist yesterday.

When it strikes, the sensation is like thousands of ants crawling into your heart, a mixture of cold and heat, and intense itching and pain, which is simply unbearable for a human!

When he witnessed the breathtaking sword duel between Meng Fei and Linghu Chong, he was even more horrified.

Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords were highly praised by Ren Woxing during his lifetime, and even Dongfang Bubai expressed his fear of them, yet Meng Fei was able to defeat them...

The three remained silent for a moment, as the mountain wind swept up fallen leaves, adding to the desolation.

Finally, Xiang Wentian sighed deeply, his face full of dejection and helplessness: "So be it... so be it! Let's avoid their sharp edge for now. But Master... this foundation of the cult..."

Ren Yingying shook her head, her eyes filled with regret, but even more so with a sense of relief after surviving a disaster: "As long as we're alive, we can go. Uncle Xiang, Brother Chong, let's go."

Inside the main hall, as Ren Yingying and the other two figures completely disappeared outside the door, the remaining noise and admonitions abruptly ceased, instantly falling into a deathly silence.

The elders and hall masters looked at each other, and finally saw the same dejection and helplessness in each other's eyes, and could only silently lower their heads.