Although it was nearing dusk, the sky was clear and the sky was clear. Looking out, the mountains and rivers could be seen. The tall Daoist monastery and pagoda could be seen clearly.
Seeing this, the Sect Leader's worries were washed away as he sighed. Zhao Ning then pointed at the mountain gate and said, "Sect Leader, look. The disciples are all here to welcome you!"
"Yes, I see them too!" The Sect Leader smiled, "Almost all the disciples and Elders are here. However, they're not here to welcome me. They're here to welcome the Imperial Edict."
He then heard the voices of people as hundreds of Daoists came down from the entrance to welcome him. They formed two lines. Pei Zi Yun looked around and saw all of them.
"Free Cloud Sect has over a hundred disciples and thirteen Elders. Including the Sect Leader, there are three Core Disciples in every generation. That means there's a Sect Leader, two Vice Sect Leaders and ten Elders."
"This is the authority of Free Cloud Sect."
The Sect Leader walked up slowly as the Elders led the hundreds of disciples, "Welcome Sect Leader."
The Sect Leader waved his hands and said, "There's no need to be so courteous. The sun is about to set. Come with me, let's go to the inner hall and announce the Imperial Edict to the Patriarch."
"Yes, Sect Leader." Pei Zi Yun nodded as the group of people walked up the mountain. The mountain wasn't that high, it was only a few hundred meters. As they walked up, they saw a Daoist monastery in the middle of the forest.
The main hall was about thirty feet high, with pavilions on the left and right. There were many steles and stone tablets everywhere. Under the rays of the setting sun, the entire place seemed to be used for training.
When they reached the main hall, they saw a statue. As they entered, someone lit up a cigarette. The smoke swirled around the statue. This was the statue of the Patriarch.
The Sect Leader entered the main hall and said, "Pei Zi Yun, announce the Imperial Edict. This Imperial Edict is for the Patriarch. It's appropriate to announce the Imperial Edict here. Since the Patriarch's statue cannot receive the Imperial Edict, we shall take his place."
"Yes, Sect Leader." Pei Zi Yun bowed and took out the Imperial Edict, "The Imperial Edict has arrived."
The Sect Leader and all the Elders knelt down together. The Daoists outside followed suit, "Your humble subject represents Free Cloud Sect and wishes for the Emperor!"
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Pei Zi Yun stood up straight and opened the Imperial Edict, "The Imperial Edict states: I have heard that Reverend Shan Qing from Pine Cloud Monastery is a highly effective Daoist priest. His skills have been proven throughout the lands, and he has helped the people. He is worthy of being bestowed the title of Reverend Shan Qing.
As soon as Pei Zi Yun finished chanting, a dragon's roar could be heard. It transformed into a beam of light and shot up into the sky, landing on the statue. A shadow of a person appeared on the statue and bowed down respectfully.
The Dragon Qi landed on it and turned into the official's robe. The black and grey aura mixed with the clear light gradually disappeared.
The shadow stood up and nodded to Pei Zi Yun before disappearing into a beam of light.
When Pei Zi Yun finished reading it, he bowed to the Sect Leader and handed him the Imperial Edict. The Sect Leader received the Imperial Edict, his face filled with joy. He then turned around and said, "You've done a great deed, the sect will reward you accordingly."
"Thank you, Sect Leader!" Pei Zi Yun said.
"Congratulations, Junior Brother Pei." The surrounding Daoists all stepped forward to congratulate him. Pei Zi Yun returned the gesture.
The Sect Leader laughed heartily, "Today is a joyous day for Free Cloud Sect, and we shall celebrate together. Pass down my orders, we shall hold a banquet."
"Yes, Sect Leader." An old man stepped forward and bowed. This old man was in charge of the logistics of the sect, and was the host of the banquet. He then turned around and left to prepare for the banquet.
"Pei Zi Yun, come with me, I have something to tell you." Yu Yun Jun stepped forward and spoke. Pei Zi Yun hurriedly followed after her. Between the mountains, there was a thin layer of fog that was blown by the wind. Pei Zi Yun took a deep breath and followed behind Yu Yun Jun.
The both of them remained silent as they reached the side of the cliff. On this side of the cliff, there was a pavilion. There was a stone table and a stone bench. A gentle breeze blew past them. Below the cliff, there was a mountain far away. The forest was thick and dense, and one could hear the roars of wild beasts.
Yu Yun Jun paused for sometime before speaking, "Pei Zi Yun, you have done a great deed this time, and I am very pleased. It's just that as a Daoist, we have to focus on our cultivation. If you don't open the gates of heaven, you will die. Only by opening the gates of heaven can you truly enter the Dao. Do not become arrogant just because you have done a great deed. Do not neglect your cultivation. "
Yu Yun Jun had called Pei Zi Yun here to teach him. She was afraid that Pei Zi Yun would not listen to her and become arrogant. To a Daoist, and to a person who pursued longevity, this was the most important thing.
"Many thanks to Master for your teachings. Your disciple will remember." Seeing that Yu Yun Jun had mysteriously called him to a secluded place, he thought it was something important. It turned out that she was teaching him not to forget about his cultivation.
"Our sect's Grand Competition hasn't started yet. But because of what happened to you, it will be held immediately. You have done a great deed this time, and will be promoted to a Core Disciple. However, there is still a need for a Dao examination. You have to fight for it."
"There are only three Core Disciples in every generation. Although the Sect Leader has great authority, he does not have absolute authority. In fact, the next generation of Core Disciples might not even be the Sect Leader's disciple. Instead, they will be chosen from the three Core Disciples. This Core Disciple is the key to becoming the Sect Leader. You are my disciple, and I hope that you will be able to fight for it."
"Yes, Master." So this was the key. Pei Zi Yun looked at Yu Yun Jun's concern and was deeply touched.
"The Grand Competition is based on actual combat. In our Free Cloud Sect, other than Dao Arts, there is also sword techniques. You have just entered the sect, and your combat skills are top notch. When the time comes, you can choose to fight using the sword. If you can obtain first place in the Grand Competition, it will be easy for you to become a Core Disciple."
"Yes, Master. I will not disappoint Master." Pei Zi Yun replied loudly.
"Mm, that's all. Continue to participate in the Grand Competition. I will come back later." Yu Yun Jun instructed.
"Yes!"
Seeing that Pei Zi Yun had left, Yu Yun Jun looked at the mountains in the distance. An indescribable feeling welled up in her heart. Whenever she saw Pei Zi Yun, she couldn't help but think of the person she had met many years ago. It was just that Pei Zi Yun was even more devilish. Yu Yun Jun thought to herself, feeling melancholic.
Pei Zi Yun walked on the mountain path for a while before calling out to the system.
The Plum Blossom between his eyebrows flashed, and a translucent information interface appeared before his eyes. Red words appeared, "Mission: Establish merits, become one of the three heroes of the outer sect. (Completed)"
This time, Pei Zi Yun tapped on it and the mission was completed.
The Plum Blossom remained motionless between the young man's eyebrows. After a while, the second petal, which was originally translucent red, turned into a solid red color.
"The second petal of the Plum Blossom has been formed, and has become solid!"
"Of the five petals of the Plum Blossom, I've obtained two." Pei Zi Yun felt the message, "I can now directly absorb Dao Arts. So the sword technique from before wasn't considered a Dao Art?"
Moments later, the white and red petals of the Plum Blossom disappeared, and Pei Zi Yun dashed towards it. During the sect's banquet, Pei Zi Yun was a little drunk. As he drank, the memories of the original owner of Pei Zi Yun resurfaced. Although the tragedy of Free Cloud Sect had not changed his life, the conferment of the title of Dao Master and True Sovereign had changed many things.
After a few days, the peach blossoms on the mountain were in full bloom. A small stream flowed down from the cliff, splashing water everywhere as it flowed into a pond. Pei Zi Yun held his sword and practiced.
All of a sudden, a voice rang out, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother Pei, the competition is about to begin. Elder Yu wants me to summon you." A young Daoist shouted.
Pei Zi Yun held his sword and sheathed it. When the young Daoist saw this, he was filled with admiration, "Senior Brother Pei's sword techniques are getting better and better. Just the sound of his sword being sheathed is like that of an army."
"Lead the way, I'm coming!" Pei Zi Yun said that this young Daoist had grown up on the mountain. To a certain extent, this young Daoist was even more loyal than Pei Zi Yun, and was the backbone of the sect.
Along the way, there were three large arenas set up in front of the main hall. The winner would be decided by drawing lots, and after a few rounds of elimination, the winner would emerge.
On one of the arenas, two Daoists were wielding wooden swords. They were exchanging blows and killing blows.
The fight was not casual. Two Elders were watching over them. If anything went wrong, they would rush forward to help. Although the two of them were using killing blows to kill each other, they were still holding back.
"That's more like it. An internal competition between a sect requires them to use real swords to kill each other. From time to time, blood would be spilled, and lives would be spilled. How could they still be on the same boat? How could the hatred and hatred be resolved? "
"Besides, to nurture a Daoist, even if it's not gold, it's still silver. How can one of them die? How about another twenty years?"
"Unless the sect becomes a country, and a Daoist country that demands nothing in return. Only then would they be able to use their cannon fodder to kill each other, and pick out the strongest ones. But the strongest ones would only believe in strength. Who would still be loyal?"
Just as he was thinking about this, a Daoist disciple led Pei Zi Yun over. Seeing Pei Zi Yun, Yu Yun Jun waved him over and said, "I know you're capable. There are Elders watching over this fight. There's no need to hold back. Show me what you've got."
"You're a disciple who came from the outside. Many of the sect members aren't familiar with you. If you want to stand firm, you have to convince them."
These words were spoken from the bottom of his heart. Pei Zi Yun raised his head and looked at the fight on stage. He fell silent for some time before nodding his head vigorously.
Pei Zi Yun was very familiar with such a scene. The original owner of the body had memories of battles like this. It was just that he was afraid of such a scene in his previous life. But the Pei Zi Yun now was eager to give it a try. He couldn't help but laugh to himself, "Indeed, he has a weapon on him, and his killing intent has been aroused."
After the battle on stage, the Elder shouted, "Pei Zi Yun, Zheng Hua Ran."
The drawing of lots had already been completed yesterday. Pei Zi Yun then walked up to the stage. At this point, hundreds of pairs of eyes were watching him. Some of them had good intentions, some were cold, and some were filled with disgust.
Of course, Pei Zi Yun understood that he was a disciple who came from the outside. In terms of relationships, how could he be compared to the disciples who had lived together for years?
If it weren't for the fact that he had contributed so much, he wouldn't even have had a chance. Don't think that Daoists didn't care about forming cliques.
Especially Song Zhi. If he didn't fan the flames, he wouldn't even believe it.
Not to mention the others, the few opponents he had drawn were all highly skilled disciples. If it weren't for the original owner's memories, he wouldn't have known.
There weren't any tricks involved, and there weren't even any Elders involved. Yet he was able to sing the praises of being the successor of the sect. But so what?
Of course, this was a competition. Although his master had told him not to hold back, he couldn't use his killer moves. He couldn't use his Dao arts to kill his opponent. But as long as he wasn't unreasonable, and didn't go easy on his opponent for the sake of harmony, it would be hard for him to get the position.
Thinking this way, the both of them looked at each other. Zheng Hua Ran then bowed, "Junior brother, please."
Pei Zi Yun replied, "Senior brother, please."
After the two finished their greetings, they unsheathed their swords. Their swords flashed. Although they were wooden swords, a clanging sound could be heard as the two swords clashed. The two swords clashed and both of them took a step back. The spectators let out a cry of surprise.
This meant that both of their strengths were about the same, and they had both entered the seventh level.
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