"But …"
Shen Zhenyi looked at the three female disciples indifferently. "What's the big deal?"
Cynanchum Chinense's heart sank.
Sure enough … they were only used as tools by Master? She knew that her Master had always been cold and indifferent. He was used to seeing the vicissitudes of life and naturally did not care about the blooming and wilting of flowers. Individual fate was never important in his eyes, and he was rarely moved by it.
Just like how Senior Sister Zi Ningjun had waited bitterly for her Master in Huan Chuan for four hundred years, and her Master had only said "oh" and accepted her as a disciple.
— If it had been Cynanchum Chinense, she would have been moved to tears!
But no matter what, Cynanchum Chinense always felt that her Master treated them differently. Although her Master had repeatedly said that he only accepted disciples so that there would be someone to replace him in times of need, she still felt that her Master had feelings for them.
— Otherwise, why would he treat them so well?
But now — did her Master really not care about their lives?
This was a terrible curse!
Even experts like Huang Jixuan and the Three Gentlemen could not escape their fates.
Death! Of! Pain! No! Suffering! Suffering!
Cynanchum Chinense shuddered at the thought of these words.
"Master …"
Cynanchum Chinense was about to cry.
Princess Long pulled her back. "Don't be like this, Master must have a way to remove the curse."
In her heart, Shen Zhenyi was omnipotent.
It was just a curse. In the eyes of others, it might be a big deal, but in the eyes of the Third Young Master Shen, it was nothing.
Cynanchum Chinense's eyes lit up. That's right, why didn't she think of that!
She hurried over and asked Shen Zhenyi, "Master, how do we remove this curse?"
Shen Zhenyi shook his head. "The Blood Demon Curse is innate. There's no way to remove it."
You're still tricking your disciples!
Cynanchum Chinense's face was full of tears. "Then … then are we going to die?"
Just the thought of it was terrifying.
Shen Zhenyi smiled. "Everyone has to die. If you want to worry, then you're actually born with the scariest curse. You'll grow old and die."
No matter how strong a martial artist was, there was ultimately a limit to their lifespan.
It was rare for an ordinary person to live to the age of seventy, but for a Mortal Realm martial artist to live to the age of a hundred and forty? True Human Realm martial artists had a lifespan of three to five hundred years, True Human Realm martial artists might be able to live up to a thousand years, but none of them could escape death.
No matter how strong they were, once they grew old and died, they would be nothing more than a handful of yellow soil.
From this perspective, humans were indeed born with the most terrifying curse. Since that was the case, it didn't seem like a big deal to eat another curse.
Cynanchum Chinense subconsciously wanted to nod, but quickly shook her head. "No, Master, you're being unreasonable. Of course, everyone has to die, but dying a violent death and dying of old age are two completely different concepts. "
Shen Zhenyi smiled faintly and looked up at the boundless sky.
"I just want to tell you that even if 'humans are destined to die' is a curse, there are still people who can find a way to overcome it and obtain true liberation and freedom. So what if it's a Blood Demon Curse? I don't have a way to break it, but the fate of the strong is in their own hands. Even their Fated Star can be broken, so what if it's a curse? "
Huh?
Cynanchum Chinense was confused, but … it seemed to make some sense.
Could it be that Master had high hopes for them and thought that they would become true strong, so he didn't care about the curse?
— — -She felt that something was wrong.
Ghost Hair Taoist sighed. At this point, it seemed that this was the only way to comfort them and make them feel better.
The gentleman's style had already been used, so death was just a countdown.
He also blamed himself for being too talkative. He shouldn't have pointed out this fact. Maybe if he didn't care about it, he could have lived a happier life.
He coughed and interrupted. "This might just be a legend, you don't have to worry about it."
You spoke so confidently just now, and now you say it's a legend, who would believe you?
Cynanchum Chinense rolled her eyes.
Ghost Hair Taoist continued, "Now that the Abandoned Sword Villa has won the competition, they can naturally decide the candidates for the inner city alliance's Elder Council. How does the Third Young Master Shen plan to choose?"
Speaking of this, Wang Pixian, Bai Libi, and the others also came over and asked, "Yes, now the inner city alliance has nine families and twelve sects, and only the Abandoned Sword Villa is the leader. Let's ask the Third Young Master Shen to choose the candidates for the Elder Council, so that he can answer to Great Heavenly King Luo."
In fact, it should be Great Heavenly King Luo who came to urge them. After all, this was the last step to complete the inner city alliance.
However, the Heavenly King Luo had just lost a round and was embarrassed. Great Heavenly King Luo was angry, so of course, he wouldn't come and ask for a rebuff. He might as well let them decide.
— — Thinking about it, Shen Zhenyi wouldn't dare to not leave a seat for the Heavenly King Luo!
As for the other sects, they were like clay chickens and pottery dogs. He didn't care at all.
However, Shen Zhenyi was indifferent as he asked, "Everyone, I'm not too sure what this Elder Council is for. I wonder if anyone can explain it to me?"
You don't know, but you still want to fight?
Wang Pixian, Bai Libi, and the other sect and family masters didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Well, it was because the Abandoned Sword Villa was skilled and daring that three female disciples obtained the Gentleman's Wind. Consider yourself lucky.
Now that the Abandoned Sword Villa had a seat in the Elder Council, it meant that they controlled half of the inner city alliance's power. Who wouldn't give them face? Even Great Heavenly King Luo would try to rope them in.
Thinking of this, Wang Pixian's attitude became more respectful. He smiled and said, "Third Young Master Shen is new to the inner city, so he may not know the rules of the inner city's big sects. In fact, it's very simple. In a sect, the sect master is naturally the leader. Although our inner city alliance hasn't completely united into a sect, we follow their example and take Great Heavenly King Luo as the leader. He means what he says. "
"However, the sect master is the person with the highest martial arts level in a sect. He has more time to cultivate martial arts or deal with strong enemies. Of course, someone has to be responsible for the daily affairs of the sect. The Elder Council is the organization to deal with these chores."
This was determined by the deformed sect system of the Seven Wounds World.
The sect master's martial arts level was generally the highest. He was a powerhouse supported by the power of the sect.
His responsibility was to protect the sect and cultivate martial arts.
In this world, the strong were respected. Of course, he had the most power, but he didn't have so much time to exercise his power.
Therefore, the Elder Council was born.
Shen Zhenyi nodded to show that he understood.
"In that case, it's simple. The members of the Elder Council are easy to choose. They are all ready-made."
He showed a mysterious smile and glanced at the sect masters.
Wang Pixian and the others were overjoyed. They thought that he was going to choose the sect masters as elders. They didn't expect Shen Zhenyi to say absent-mindedly, "Let my three disciples form the Elder Council. Three people are enough. It's easy to determine the winner by voting."
Are you kidding? Wang Pixian's jaw almost dropped.
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