The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

Zhen Zhibing's suggestion made Ma Yu nod in agreement, thinking to herself:

Jiuling, this child, was so perceptive in this incident, and handled things so reliably and meticulously. He was truly thorough in every aspect!

Moreover, as a third-generation disciple, his influence over Zhao Zhijing has earned him considerable prestige.

Just right...

"Jiuling! Are you willing?" Ma Yu asked Wang Jiuling with a smile.

Wang Jiuling naturally had to be modest, but soon, Ma Yu took the initiative and settled the matter.

For a moment, the atmosphere in Chongyang Palace was harmonious, as if Zhao Zhijing had been completely forgotten.

Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing exchanged a knowing glance and smiled at each other.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, they will be the two pillars of the Quanzhen School in the future.

Qiu Chuji watched this scene, glanced at Zhen Zhibing, and then squinted at Wang Jiuling. Although his gaze held a scrutinizing intent towards Wang Jiuling, he did not directly refuse.

Wang Chuyi couldn't suppress the smile on his face. Although he was somewhat disappointed by Wang Jiuling's desire not to become the sect leader, he quickly came to terms with it.

Seven days later, in front of Chongyang Palace.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen stood on top, with Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing in front of them, and the third-generation disciples lined up in two rows below.

Four generations of disciples were observing from behind.

"From this day forward, Zhen Zhibing will be the chief disciple of the third generation of the Quanzhen School! He will study and assist us in managing the Quanzhen School!"

Ma Yu announced this to the public, and Zhen Zhibing stepped forward and kowtowed before the portrait of Patriarch Chongyang.

"Your disciple obeys!"

The third-generation disciples below the stage watched this scene with complex expressions.

The position of chief disciple has finally been decided, which means that the disputes between the three generations will not be as intense in the future.

Even if they fight, it's unlikely anyone can shake their position.

Immediately afterwards, Ma Yu announced the establishment of the Sword-Holding Hall.

"From now on, all disciples must focus on cultivating their moral character!"

"Jiuling!" Ma Yu looked at Wang Jiuling, and Wang Jiuling stepped forward.

Looking at the crowd below the stage, Ma Yu declared, "From this day forward, Jiu Ling will be the Sword-Holding Elder of the Sword-Holding Hall! Jiu Ling, you must shoulder your responsibilities and protect the bright and clear world of our Quanzhen Sect!"

This caused an even louder murmur from the audience than when Zhen Zhibing became the chief disciple.

After all, this Sword-Holding Hall was established for the first time, and they even directly selected a young third-generation disciple as the Sword-Holding Elder.

But what shocked everyone even more was yet to come.

Zhen Zhibing then took a precious sword from the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

The sword was golden, and it shone brightly in Zhen Zhibing's hand. He turned his head and spoke solemnly:

"Fellow disciples! Although I am now the chief disciple, the path of cultivation is long and arduous, and I still need someone to spur me on."

As he spoke, Zhen Zhibing turned to look at Wang Jiuling.

"Junior brother! You are the Sword-bearing Elder. From this day forward, I hope you will wield this precious sword to help your senior brother overcome obstacles and attain enlightenment!"

As he spoke, Zhen Zhibing took the sword, cut off a lock of his hair, and handed it to Wang Jiuling along with the sword.

"From now on, I will dedicate myself to Quanzhen. If one day I fail Quanzhen, then let it be like this severed hair; if my junior brother were to slay me with his sword, I would never resist!"

Zhen Zhibing swore an oath by shaving his head, dedicating himself to the Quanzhen School and entrusting the right of supervision to Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling solemnly accepted the sword.

"Senior brother! Everything is for the sake of Quanzhen!"

From this day forward, the two of them will have a truly real future.

The disciples below the stage were both shocked and moved by what they saw.

But Wang Jiuling did indeed establish his authority by using Zhao Zhijing's matter this time.

With the Seven Masters of Quanzhen endorsing them, they dared not object.

But there are always exceptions.

Suddenly, one of the three generations of disciples stepped forward from the front row. It was none other than Li Zhichang, Qiu Chuji's eldest disciple.

He bowed respectfully to the stage.

"Master Master! I have something to say, but I'm not sure if I should!"

Ma Yu glanced at him, seemingly unsurprised: "Speak!"

Li Zhichang stood up straight:

"In the decades since the founding of our Quanzhen Sect, we have never had a Sword-Holding Hall."

Now, the headmaster has suddenly created this position and assigned a teenager to supervise his elders with a sword.

This disciple dares to suggest that this is inappropriate!

These words sparked another round of discussion among the audience. Some third-generation disciples exchanged glances and agreed that Li Zhichang was right.

At this moment, everyone's attention was completely focused on Wang Jiuling.

Curiosity and a desire to explore flashed in Qiu Chuji's eyes.

Wang Jiuling was not nervous. He stepped forward and bowed to Li Zhichang below the stage.

"Senior Brother Li, do you think Junior Brother is too young?"

Li Zhichang nodded. "That's right. Senior brother only felt it was against etiquette, but he was pointing out the matter, not the person. Junior brother, please don't take offense!"

Wang Jiuling nodded, his face still bearing a gentle smile.

"Senior brother, I believe that the essence of virtue does not lie in age!"

"If we consider age, wouldn't Zhao Zhijing be the most suitable person to be the Sword-Holding Elder today?"

If I were to prioritize age and social etiquette, wouldn't I be allowing Zhao Zhijing to commit evil deeds?

Li Zhichang was momentarily stunned, only to hear Wang Jiuling continue:

"Senior brother's concerns are for the good of Quanzhen, and junior brother understands them. However, adhering solely to the old rules is also unacceptable!"

Wang Jiuling's words were forceful and well-reasoned, prompting Ma Yu to nod in agreement and silently praise him.

Later, Qiu Chuji's questioning gaze changed somewhat, and he began to appreciate it.

What is a Sword-Holding Elder? In plain terms, it means you have to be able to withstand pressure and handle things.

If you are weak and incompetent, and can't hold things in place at crucial moments, then why should we rely on you to set things right?

Qiu Chuji thought to himself that Wang Jiuling was really clever. In this crucial moment, he changed his usual humility and instead showed the toughness that he should have as the Sword-Holding Elder.

But at the same time, it persuades people with reason.

As expected, Li Zhichang could only nod in the end.

"Junior brother is right, senior brother didn't consider this carefully!"

Li Zhichang bowed and withdrew, and Wang Jiuling also bowed, but did not say anything humble.

Because at this moment he represents the position of the Sword-Holding Elder.

If they back down, not to mention whether they can win over the public in the future, where will Ma Yu, who is supporting them, put his face?

Wang Jiuling's ability to navigate situations with such composure truly earned him the approval of most people.

First, Zhen Zhibing spoke up for Wang Jiuling, and then Ma Yu also stood up to praise him.

Finally, the matter was completely settled.

The crowd dispersed, leaving only Zhen Zhibing and Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Congratulations, Senior Brother. Judging from your radiant face and powerful aura, your cultivation must have improved?"

Zhen Zhibing did not deny it, and also cupped his hands in greeting.

"I'm so grateful to my junior brother for helping me overcome my inner demons, which allowed me to achieve enlightenment!"

Facing the rising sun, the two stood before Chongyang Palace, exuding an extraordinary air, quite like future pillars of the Quanzhen Sect.

"By the way, senior brother, I don't think it was a coincidence that you were framed this time. The rumors that Zhao Zhijing heard may not have been an accident either."

"Junior brother, are you saying that someone is deliberately stirring things up? Could it be a Mongol? Or perhaps there's a spy within our Quanzhen Sect?"

"Very likely, senior brother. We must eradicate evil completely and find them all."