The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

Is Dongfang Bubai going to strike first and attack the righteous path?

Yang Lianting's voice was urgent.

"The sect leader has already headed to Mount Hua to participate in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament!"

Tong Baixiong's eyes widened.

"what?!"

……

"Grandmaster Uncle, my junior brother's succession ceremony is in a few days. Will you be there to attend?"

Chapter 757: Succession Ceremony

Cliff of Repentance.

Linghu Chong offered Feng Qingyang a bowl of wine and said.

Feng Qingyang calmly raised his bowl, took a sip, and then spoke.

What am I supposed to do there?

"This is a very important day for our Huashan Sect. You are also a member of the Huashan Sect. Aren't you going?"

Linghu Chong said sincerely, "I believe Master would be very happy to know that you are still alive."

Feng Qingyang silently took another sip of wine.

After a while.

"never mind."

Feng Qingyang shook his head.

"I haven't shown up for so long, I'd better not show up, it would only cause more trouble."

No matter how Linghu Chong tried to persuade him, Feng Qingyang refused outright.

Linghu Chong could only sigh helplessly.

Actually, he was very worried about Feng Qingyang.

Now that Feng Qingyang is so old, he still lives alone in this back mountain. If Feng Qingyang were to pass away one day, Linghu Chong wouldn't be able to find out in time.

Moreover, Feng Qingyang was indeed too lonely by himself.

Linghu Chong wanted Feng Qingyang to return to the sect so that he could take care of him and see him off in his old age.

"It's rare to find someone with such filial piety."

Upon learning of Linghu Chong's thoughts, Feng Qingyang's expression softened.

"However, I still won't go. After living in seclusion for so many years, my Grand Uncle is already used to it."

Seeing that Feng Qingyang insisted, Linghu Chong did not continue to persuade him, but instead brought up another matter.

"Grandmaster Uncle, my junior brother plans to restart a new round of the Mount Hua Sword Tournament after the succession ceremony. You can also go and take a look then."

What's so interesting about it?

Feng Qingyang was not interested.

"Anyway, your junior brother will definitely be the best in the world, there's no suspense."

Linghu Chong immediately perked up: "But there will definitely be many extraordinary people coming. Don't you want to watch the excitement? And Grandmaster Uncle, you can also go up and show off your skills."

Feng Qingyang chuckled.

"I am already tired of the rights and wrongs in the martial arts world, and I am past the age of fighting with others."

"But Grand Uncle, your martial arts are so high, wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't go?"

"Tsk, heh."

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but chuckle, looking at Linghu Chong with some displeasure.

"Why are you forcing me to go? Your great-uncle is old and frail, would you be satisfied if I got beaten to death?"

"Am I in your way because I'm alive?"

"Does this mean I have to leave at this time?"

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong's face flushed red, and he quickly waved his hand.

"Grandmaster Uncle, that's not what I meant..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Qingyang continued his furious tirade.

"What do you mean 'not'? My grandmaster is over eighty years old, and I want to live a few more years."

Linghu Chong was thoroughly drenched in dog blood by Feng Qingyang.

Linghu Chong hung his head.

"Grandmaster Uncle, your grand-disciple was wrong. Your grand-disciple also hopes that Grandmaster Uncle will live to be a hundred years old."

"Humph!"

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly.

If you come less often, I can live to be a hundred.

Having said that, Feng Qingyang immediately shook his hand.

"Get out, get out, get out!"

Seeing that Feng Qingyang was telling him to leave, Linghu Chong had no choice but to stand up and say to Feng Qingyang.

"Grandmaster Uncle, please don't be angry. Your grand-disciple knows he was wrong and will leave now."

Feng Qingyang's expression remained displeased, but he suddenly spoke up as he watched Linghu Chong about to leave.

"and many more."

Linghu Chong turned to look at Feng Qingyang.

"Does Grand Uncle have any further instructions?"

Feng Qingyang glanced at him.

"Why haven't I seen you hiding the wine on the Cliff of Contemplation lately?"

"Oh, about that."

Linghu Chong suddenly realized and explained, "Grand Uncle, as you know, my master doesn't allow me to drink alcohol. Last time, the wine I hid in the Cliff of Contemplation disappeared. I'm afraid my master discovered it, so I hid it in a different place."

"Oh?"

Feng Qingyang raised an eyebrow.

"So where did you hide it?"

Linghu Chong didn't think much of it and told him about his new wine storage location.

Feng Qingyang seemed not to be listening at all. After Linghu Chong finished speaking, he nodded and then waved his hand.

"Alright, let's go, let's go, it's annoying to look at you."

Linghu Chong gave a bitter smile.

"The disciple takes his leave."

Shortly after Linghu Chong left, Feng Qingyang's expression shifted slightly. He then got up and walked in one direction, which was the place where Linghu Chong hid the wine.

……

October.

Mount Hua was crowded with people.

"Congratulations, Master Jiang!"

"Master Jiang, do you remember me? We met once before."

One by one, martial arts practitioners who had traveled from afar offered their congratulations to Jiang Ning.

"Thank you all for coming from afar."

Jiang Ning responded with a smile to each of them.

At this moment, Jiang Ning wore a lotus crown and a wide, blue-gold robe embroidered with auspicious clouds, cranes, and other symbols of good fortune. The back of the robe was embroidered with a Tai Chi symbol, and these patterns were clearly made of gold and silver thread.

Jiang Ning was wearing a golden sash around his waist and had the Zhenwu sword hanging diagonally across his body.

"Master Jiang's attire exudes nobility and majesty."

"Who can argue with that?"

Everyone was full of praise and amazed.

Jiang Ning was already extraordinary in demeanor, and after breaking through to the Innate Realm, he exuded an otherworldly aura. At this moment, dressed entirely as a Taoist master, he seemed as if he were about to ascend to the celestial realm at any moment.

"Senior brother, congratulations on becoming the sect leader."

Just then, a voice rang out from not far away.

Jiang Ning turned his head and saw Lin Pingzhi.

"Junior Brother Lin, you've come too."

Jiang Ning smiled.

"Junior brother is late, please forgive me, senior brother."

Lin Pingzhi said embarrassedly.

After leaving Wuwei Prefecture, Lin Pingzhi did not return to Huashan with the main force. He still had a security escort business in Luoyang, and he couldn't just leave it unattended. So Lin Pingzhi took his leave in advance and returned to Luoyang first.

Lin Pingzhi originally planned to briefly check on the escort agency's business after returning to Luoyang before rushing back to Mount Hua to help, but the escort agency's affairs have entangled him and have been delayed until now.

Jiang Ning chuckled and shook his head upon hearing this.

"It's nothing."