The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

It’s not too late to change now.

I was originally hesitant about this matter. After all, if such an important task is handed over to a young person, he will definitely feel at a loss.

However, in the current situation, he has become the most suitable one, and he also has a reason to escape from Yun Su's clutches, which can be said to be killing two birds with one stone.

The little Taoist boy made a conclusion in his mind and cleared his throat.

"Cough cough."

"What's wrong? Is your voice no longer useful now that you're old?" Yun Su asked in a gentle and casual manner.

"cough--"

The little Taoist boy's coughing stopped abruptly, and he became more certain of his judgment.

Yun Su, you bad woman, get down from here! Don’t lead my highly anticipated successor astray!

Taoist Lingxu said slowly:

"I came here this time to tell you something important."

Yun Su raised his eyebrows: "My dear, please feel free to speak."

Lingxu: “???”

He was stuck for a moment, and almost couldn't hold back and fight with Yun Su, but thinking that Jing Yan was still beside him, he could only suppress his dissatisfaction and continued:

"The Divine King Hongjun has fallen."

Lingxu's voice was filled with seriousness: "Three or four years ago, when I was in retreat, I felt that there was suddenly more divine spiritual energy between heaven and earth. It belonged to the breath of Hongjun Divine King. But at that time, I was at a critical juncture of retreat. Considering that this might be a smokescreen released by the gods, I never said anything."

"But now that my retreat is over, I really can't sense any breath of Hongjun Divine King for a while, and I gradually became convinced that my previous judgment was not an illusion... I only told you this news, and didn't even tell Tang Jiusheng. You must keep this secret well."

Yun Su: “OwO?”

Jing Yan: "QAQ?!"

Grandfather, your home finally has internet access. When did you hear this news?!

The little Taoist boy looked at the two people's complicated expressions and asked with some confusion.

"You already knew that the Divine King Hongjun had died?"

Yun Su and Jing Yan shook their heads in denial: "I don't know, I don't know."

"That's right. Only a very small number of people in this world can clearly see the dissipation of that spiritual energy." Taoist Lingxu said with emotion: "It's normal that you don't know."

"but--"

He paused and said:

"On this continent, there are only a handful of people who can fight against the Divine King Hongjun, and those who can kill him are even rarer in the world. It's a pity that I was in seclusion at the time and never saw that shocking battle."

The Taoist boy's voice sounded somewhat regretful.

"Now, the death of Hongjun Divine King is not only known to me. The Pope of the Demon Cult, the Beast King of the Western Land, and other old monsters in Zhongzhou can all feel that the divinity of Hongjun Divine King has dissipated between heaven and earth. In addition, there is a long-standing hatred and conflict between the Demon Cult and the God Clan, and the opportunists are fanning the flames..."

"Although Shenzhou is peaceful now, the storm is brewing. War may break out at any time, and we, Qiu Shui, cannot remain immune."

"Old Ancestor, what do you mean?"

Jing Yan realized the seriousness of the matter and asked seriously.

"No, that's not what I meant."

The little Taoist boy said, "I am old and don't have the energy to fight them. The burden of Qiu Shui is now on Tang Jiusheng's shoulders. Although he is not very talented, he is smooth and has developed Qiu Shui to a thriving level. But in a world of great strife, being smooth is useless."

Lingxu looked at Jingyan: "Qiu Shui needs a leader with better talents."

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean by that?" Yun Su interrupted the conversation between the two and said to Taoist Lingxu in dissatisfaction, "You are planning to quit your job and put such a heavy burden of Qiu Shui on my shoulders. Have you asked for my opinion?"

"See, I get a headache when I think about Qiu Shui having to rely on someone like your master." Lingxu rubbed his forehead, "She seems to have too much self-awareness."

Yun Su blinked, then realized that the "leader with better talent" Lingxu mentioned was not her, but Jing Yan.

So she became even more angry.

"Jingyan is only a few years old, but he has to bear such heavy pressure and responsibility. Do you understand human nature, old man? Even I, a fox demon, think you are going a bit too far."

"Shut up, fox demon."

Taoist Lingxu said to Yunsu unhappily, "Let's talk about business!"

He turned his gaze to Jing Yan again, his eyes full of admiration and trust.

"The future of Qiu Shui is in your hands."

He took out an exquisite envelope from his pocket.

"This is an invitation letter for the Demon Tribe's Pope to ascend the throne for a thousand years. I originally wanted to let Tang Jiusheng go, but after thinking about it, I think it's time to tell outsiders who will be Qiu Shui's future leader."

The Taoist boy's voice was gentle yet firm, neither humble nor arrogant, and like the sound of a bell.

"This is a test, but also an opportunity."

"Can you take this opportunity?"

One hundred and seventy. The heroine of this volume seems obvious.

The Ascension Conference is the most important event in the entire Qiu Shui.

Unlike the solar terms and festivals of previous years, the Ascension Conference is only open once every three years, and each opening represents the influx of fresh blood into Qiu Shui.

Especially in this age when spiritual energy is becoming increasingly thin and immortals are becoming fewer and fewer, the Immortal Ascension Conference becomes particularly important.

It's past noon.

The mountaintops guarding the main peak of Qiu Shui all burst into dazzling and majestic sword energy. In the distant sky, there were powerful immortal cultivators flying on swords.

They came from various mountains in Qiu Shui, and they were all accomplished cultivators. Only the elders, disciples and other cultivators with a certain say were qualified to participate in the selection of disciples, which also symbolized the development prospects of each other's mountain sects in the next three years.

So this matter cannot be taken lightly.

Wen Youqing was riding the flying sword, flying through the sky, somewhat in a trance.

Time flies so fast.

I still remember that three years ago, I looked up at Qingzhu Peak and caught a glimpse of this scene.

As time passed, she actually became one of them.

The fate of this life has changed from that of the previous life. She is no longer the witch feared by the world. Now she is just an ordinary cultivator at Qiu Shui Qing Zhu Peak in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Being so ordinary seems to be good enough.

The corners of her mouth curved up, and she was smiling.

However, at this moment, the scenery in front of her suddenly became hazy, and a dark fog spread in front of her.

The floating clouds in front of my eyes turned into a black fog, dripping like ink, dripping into every corner of the world.

Wen Youqing was stunned, her eyes full of confusion. She turned her head and found a huge black triangular object made of unknown material rising from the ground and straight into the sky, as if it was the pillar between heaven and earth.

Immediately afterwards, giant inky black pillars of various shapes rose from the ground one after another, one pillar, two pillars, three pillars... a total of eighteen pillars.

The originally clear sky was dyed black, with wind and rain. A drop of cool liquid fell from the sky and landed in the palm of Wen Youqing's hand.

Wen Youqing was stunned, looking at the crystal liquid in the palm of his hand, and stood there for a moment.

what is this?

Before she could think, endless water drops fell from the sky, extremely fiercely. It was a heavy rain, an unprecedented downpour that filled the sky, fell from the world, and crashed to the earth.

In just a moment, Wen Youqing was soaked through by the cold rain.

She raised her head and pushed her hair away from her eyes. She stared straight ahead, her heart pounding.

She seemed to see something.

That is the "throne" standing between huge pillars made of ancient ink-colored metal.

The throne was bound with pitch-black iron chains, the ends of which were connected to the eighteen giant pillars. The originally glorious and stunning throne had lost its color and became mottled and desolate.

And on the throne, there was a person sitting.

A woman is sitting there.

She was wearing an elegant black dress, which was soaked by the heavy rain. The ends of the dress hung down to the bottom of the throne and became tattered.

A sword was stuck in her chest, a sword that was shrouded in black mist. The sword pierced through her chest and nailed her to the throne.

Bright red blood continued to flow out from her chest for who knows how many years. The blood continued to drip along with the rain and fell onto the ground.

Under the throne, there was a huge sea of ​​blood.

In the sea of ​​blood, beautiful and enchanting Lycoris radiata was born.

The woman's face was pale, but it couldn't hide her beauty. Her long eyelashes were trembling slightly. Then, she raised her head and looked at Wen Youqing.

What kind of eyes are those?

In the deep purple, a pattern of a sea of ​​red spider lilies emerged, as if it could see through space and time, staring straight at Wen Youqing.

Wen Youqing did not feel fear, but instead felt inexplicably familiar. She wanted to walk up to the woman, pull out the sword from her chest, gently close her eyes, and end her eternal pain.

The woman looked at Wen Youqing, and her delicate lips slowly curled up.

She is laughing.

The smile was holy, charming, full of madness, yet sober.

But in Wen Youqing's eyes, it was so "sincere".

"You can't hide from it."

The woman spoke slowly, her voice not loud, but although Wen Youqing was thousands of meters away from her, the voice in her ears was so clear.

"But you can try your best..."

She wished, whispering:

"Wen Youqing."

......

"Wen Youqing?"

"Senior Sister Wen Youqing?"

The clear voice of the girl rang in Wen Youqing's ears. She tried her best to calm down, but found that she was still flying on the sword, and her fellow sister from the same sect was talking to her worriedly.

"What's wrong with you? Senior Sister Wen Youqing?"

Wen Youqing rubbed his aching forehead and let out a deep breath.

He smiled, opened his eyes, and asked:

"I'm fine, what happened?"

The junior sister next to him said worriedly: "Senior sister, you were distracted just now, and your expression looked very painful and scary..."

Distracted?

Wen Youqing blinked, feeling somewhat uneasy.

I was just distracted just now, why did such a strange scene appear in front of me?

She was very sure that, whether in her past life or this life, she had never seen the woman with bright black hair and purple eyes, nor had she seen the huge black pillar rising from the ground.

But...the scene just now seemed a little too real, so real that she could feel the coolness of the falling raindrops, and she even remembered the woman's voice clearly.

"You can't hide from it—"

What does this sentence mean? What should I hide from and why should I hide from it?

Wen Youqing thought about it over and over again, but couldn't come up with a conclusion.

"Senior Sister, are you okay? Do you want to rest for a while?"

The junior sister at the side was a little worried: "Do you need me to invite Uncle Jingyan?"

"It's okay, it's just a little problem."

Wen Youqing waved her hands. Now that the Ascension Conference was approaching, this was the task given to her by her master to hone her. If she couldn't even do such a small thing, wouldn't she be laughed at?