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Chu Feng narrowed his eyes.

A cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment was able to repel the demon flower slave's remnant soul from possessing him.

This whole thing is very abnormal.

The secret realm is now closed, and everyone was forcibly teleported back, except for her.

There is only one possibility.

How did she manage to escape the teleportation array's lock before the secret realm closed?

Either they received some great opportunity, or they were taken away by something.

Neither of these situations is good news.

Chu Feng kept this in mind and decided to put it aside for the time being.

Hongxiu leaned closer and whispered.

"Young Master, we haven't seen Liu Ruoxue. Should we report this to the sect?"

"There's no rush yet."

Chu Feng stroked his chin. "The disciples are missing. The elders should be worried. Why are we in such a hurry?"

Hongxiu nodded and tucked the account book in her arms even tighter.

Inside the main hall, several more beams of light flashed.

Several disciples emerged from the teleportation array, all covered in dust and dirt.

Gu Hanchuan huddled in the corner, his face ashen.

Zhao Pojun went even further, hiding directly behind a pillar, clearly suffering from PTSD.

Chu Feng ignored them and was about to check the contents of the storage bag with Hongxiu.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the main hall.

Then, a powerful shout shook the entire palace gate.

"Chu Feng! Get out here right now!"

Elder Zhang, dressed in a gray robe and with a livid face, stormed into the main hall.

As soon as the old man entered the hall, his eyes locked onto Chu Feng, and he strode over.

"Where is Gu Yaoyao?!"

"Where is Liu Ruoxue?!"

"Why haven't any of the men I sent in returned? Chu Feng, you'd better give me an explanation!"

Chu Feng rolled his eyes and took half a step back.

"Elder Zhang, isn't your information a bit outdated?"

"Gu Yaoyao was possessed by an ancient evil creature and almost drained everyone in the entire secret realm of their life force, didn't you know?"

Elder Zhang's expression stiffened for a moment, then he let out a cold laugh.

"Nonsense!"

"Gu Yaoyao is my personally taught disciple. She is so talented and resilient. How could she possibly be possessed by some evil spirit?"

"You're the one who murdered your fellow disciples in the secret realm, and now you're trying to fool me with this fabricated story!"

Chu Feng hadn't even had a chance to refute it.

A figure as thin as a bamboo pole suddenly emerged from behind a pillar and knelt directly in the center of the main hall.

It was Lei Wanjun.

He knelt down with a thud, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Elder Zhang! It wasn't Junior Brother Chu who did it!"

"Gu Yaoyao has been possessed by an evil entity! What's that thing called, Demon Flower Slave!"

"First, she killed the junior brother who came with me, draining all his vital essence!"

Then he grabbed me again...

At this point, Lei Wanjun almost couldn't continue speaking, his whole body trembling.

"She grabbed me and tormented me for ages! I almost got sucked dry!"

"If it weren't for my Thunderous Body Tempering Technique, and if Grandpa Chu hadn't risked his life to lure out his Nascent Soul clone and destroy that thing, we would all have died inside!"

The hall fell silent.

The disciples present looked at each other, and then one by one they stepped forward.

"What Senior Brother Lei said is true!"

"I saw it with my own eyes. That thing flew down from the sky, its eyes were pink, and it had the oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"When Senior Brother Chu slashed at it back then, he almost died along with that thing!"

"Afterwards, a Nascent Soul avatar appeared and finally destroyed that evil creature!"

Elder Zhang's expression kept changing.

His lips trembled a few times, as if he wanted to say something.

Lu Xuanshan's voice came from the entrance of the main hall.

That's enough.

He walked in, his gaze swept around, and finally landed on Elder Zhang.

"Junior Brother Zhang, Lei Wanjun's injuries are real, and the testimonies of the disciples present are also true."

"I've already made up my mind about Gu Yaoyao being possessed by an evil entity."

"If you have any objections, you can go through the formal process to appeal to the sect leader, but for now, don't cause trouble in this hall."

Elder Zhang clenched his fists tightly inside his sleeves, and the veins on his hands stood out.

He swallowed hard, forcing back the words that were about to come out.

Lu Xuanshan stopped looking at him and turned to look at Chu Feng, his eyes becoming serious.

"Chu Feng".

"exist."

"I heard that you obtained the complete inheritance of the Blade Saint of the Broken Mountain Sect in the main hall of the secret realm?"

The air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly.

All eyes immediately turned to Chu Feng.

Gu Hanchuan stared at Chu Feng with a sinister look, seemingly lost in thought.

Hongxiu puffed out her chest and raised her chin slightly, looking proud.

Chu Feng glanced at Lu Xuanshan, then at everyone in the hall.

"Yes, I took it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap, really?!"

"This is the first time in three hundred years that someone has been able to obtain the inheritance of the Sword Saint of the Duan Yue Sect!"

"Is this even human?"

Lu Xuanshan took a deep breath, and his eyes even turned a little red.

Several elders walked in behind him, and their expressions became quite interesting after hearing these words.

An old man with white hair and beard slapped his thigh.

"The sect has a bright future!"

Another short, stout elder rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"Three hundred years! Countless geniuses have entered and returned empty-handed in the past three hundred years, yet Chu Feng has actually obtained the complete inheritance!"

Lu Xuanshan raised his hand to quiet the noise in the hall, which finally subsided a bit.

He looked at Chu Feng intently and said in a serious tone.

"Chu Feng, according to the unwritten rules of the Flowing Cloud Sect, any disciple who obtains the core inheritance of the Heavenly Abyss Secret Realm can be unconditionally appointed as the sect's Holy Son."

"His status is only below that of the sect leader and the supreme elder."

"I will report this matter to the sect leader and the ancestor, and we will set a date to hold a investiture ceremony for you."

Holy Son.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Chu Feng was taken aback for a moment, then asked.

"Does the Holy Son receive a salary?"

Lu Xuanshan's expression froze for a moment.

"...What?"

"That means, how many spirit stones are given each month, whether there is an independent cave dwelling, whether there are exclusive mining rights, how cultivation resources are allocated, and whether there is an expense reimbursement limit for going out on business."

Chu Feng counted on his fingers one by one, "I'm a pretty straightforward person. I don't care about empty titles or anything like that. We have to make sure the compensation is clear."

Hongxiu nodded frantically beside her, preparing to write down everything the elder said.

Lu Xuanshan's lips twitched.

"These... will be arranged naturally at the investiture ceremony."

"Then let me take a look at the regulations first," Chu Feng said seriously. "If the benefits are not as good as what I get for free now, then I would rather not do it."