After resting, Chu Bei entered the Source Heaven space created by the system and continued to absorb the power of Source Heaven.
Seven days later.
When Chu Bei walked out of the mysterious space, a cacophony of noises sounded in his ears.
Chu Bei frowned slightly and opened the door to see what was happening outside.
"Ghost, ghost!" Chu Bei's figure had just appeared at the door when a wave of terrified screams sounded in his ears.
A group of monks carrying a coffin walked into his courtyard. There were a total of sixteen people in the group. The four people walking at the front had horrified expressions on their faces. They were so frightened that they loosened their grip on the coffin and smashed it to the ground.
When the others saw Chu Bei's appearance, they were similarly terrified and retreated a few steps. Each one of them hid behind the coffin, their pupils dilated to the extreme.
Chu Bei's gaze swept across the courtyard and found that there was a piece of white paper pasted in every corner. On the white paper, there was a large and conspicuous word 'funeral'.
"What the hell is this." Chu Bei could not help but mutter.
"You … don't come over!" The monks behind the coffin stared at Chu Bei in horror and had already retreated outside the courtyard.
"What's going on? Why aren't you going in to deliver the soul! "Suddenly, a clear voice like that of an oriole sounded from outside the door.
A woman in green walked to the entrance of the courtyard with a displeased look on her face.
When the green-clothed woman saw Chu Bei standing at the door of the inner room, her graceful body suddenly trembled, and her face instantly turned gray. Her entire person seemed to have been struck by a bolt from the blue, like a clay doll carved from wood.
Evidently, the appearance of this person who should not have appeared caught her off guard.
"Niece Hanyan, long time no see, I've missed you!" Seeing Xia Hanyan, Chu Bei could not help but wave at her.
"Are you a human or a ghost now!" Xia Hanyan sucked in a breath of cold air, her eyes staring fixedly at Chu Bei.
"Little Martial Uncle, you're finally back!" Without waiting for Chu Bei to speak, a young girl in a purple dress elegantly ran into a unique courtyard.
With Mu Xue 'er's appearance, Chu Bei couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.
"It's only been seven days, and my Xue 'er has become even more charming. Even Little Uncle-Master can't resist you," Chu Bei said with a smile as he looked at Mu Xue' er. He couldn't help but run his fingers through her hair.
"Little Martial Uncle, what are you talking about!" Although Mu Xue 'er couldn't understand what Chu Bei was talking about, she could tell from his tone that he was definitely teasing her. Immediately, her fair face flushed red, and she secretly glared at Chu Bei.
"Xue 'er, he's not dead?" Xia Hanyan frowned and walked to Mu Xue' er's side.
"Sister Yan, I promised Little Martial Uncle that I wouldn't tell anyone." Mu Xue 'er bit her lip and avoided Xia Hanyan's questioning gaze.
Hearing Mu Xue 'er's words, Chu Bei recalled that when the fantasy realm disappeared seven days ago, everyone thought that he had died inside. He had only told Mu Xue 'er not to explain to anyone, and let these people think that he was dead.
But what was this coffin, the monk blowing the trumpet and the big word "Memorial" in front of him?
When everyone thought that he had fallen off the cliff, there was no such thing!
"Why did you fake your death!" Xia Hanyan glared at Chu Bei, her words laced with anger.
"I don't need you here anymore. Leave." Chu Bei glanced at the monks outside the courtyard. After chasing them away, he looked at Xia Hanyan with a serious expression. "In these seven days, did Li Xian do anything?"
"A country can't be without a ruler. Ever since Master passed away, Ziyun Sect has been without a new Sect Leader. And you, the nominal Young Sect Leader, died in the fantasy realm. In these three days, the Elders have rushed back from outside, preparing to vote for a new Sect Leader. "
"Currently, the most popular candidate for Sect Leader is Great Elder Li Xian. This time, too many disciples died in the fantasy realm. Even Li Ao died inside. It was his idea to release the souls of the disciples who died in batches. "
At this point, Xia Hanyan's tone suddenly changed. "What has this got to do with you faking your death?"
"I didn't expect such a big move!" Chu Bei murmured. He narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment before asking, "Which Elders currently support Li Xian to take the position?"
"Currently, there are Third Elder, Fifth Elder, Sixth Elder, Seventh Elder, Ninth Elder and Eleventh Elder. The number of people has already exceeded half." At this point, a trace of surprise flashed across Xia Hanyan's beautiful eyes. She looked suspiciously at Chu Bei. "You deliberately died for Li Xian to see?"
"Three, five, six, seven, nine, eleven …" Chu Bei repeated, memorizing these numbers in his mind.
Then, he looked at Xia Hanyan and said with a smile, "Where are they now? I, the nominal Young Sect Leader, am still alive. The Purple Cloud Sect does not need a new Sect Leader for the time being! "
"Purple Cloud Grand Hall."
Hearing Chu Bei's words, Xia Hanyan's expression was a little startled. She felt that she did not recognize this' Martial Uncle 'who grew up with her.
"Let's go and show our faces." After saying that, Chu Bei flung his sleeves and walked towards the Purple Cloud Grand Hall.
At the same time, the Purple Cloud Grand Hall halfway up the mountain was filled with a murderous aura.
In the Grand Hall, a red carpet stretched far away. At the end of the red carpet was a luxurious dragon chair made of sandalwood. However, no one was sitting on the dragon chair.
On both sides of the red carpet, there were twelve seats arranged in an orderly manner. Ten of them were already occupied.
"Fourth Elder, why are you so stubborn? What's wrong with letting the Great Elder take the Sect Leader's position? "The Third Elder persuaded a middle-aged man opposite him.
"So far, no one has seen Chu Bei die in the illusion with their own eyes. Even if he died, it has only been seven days and you want to appoint the Sect Leader. Isn't it a little too hasty?" The Fourth Elder snorted coldly.
"Fourth Elder, no matter how much you oppose, in terms of numbers, the supporters have already surpassed the opponents. Even if you oppose, the result will not change. Calling you back is just a formality, "the Fifth Elder chimed in from the side.
"In my opinion, regarding the appointment of a new Sect Leader, let's wait for the Second Elder to come back before making a decision." The Eighth Elder said.
…
In the Grand Hall, the crowd was divided into two factions on whether to support Li Xian, but in terms of numbers, it was obvious that the supporters outnumbered the opponents.
"Even if Bai Feng comes back, so what if he opposes? The Sect Leader has been dead for three months, and the nominal Young Sect Leader 'Chu Bei' also died in the illusion. Other than me, is there any other candidate for the Sect Leader's position? "
Li Xian stood up from his seat and glanced coldly at the Fourth Elder, the Eighth Elder, and the other opponents. He snorted coldly and said, "Since this matter is set in stone, what's the point of obstructing me? Or perhaps, Bai Feng wants to take the position himself? "
"I'm not dead yet, and you're already discussing the appointment of a new Sect Leader. Isn't that a little inappropriate?"
Suddenly, a mocking voice floated in from outside the Grand Hall. Then, a figure walked into the Grand Hall leisurely.
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