"If you refuse, then I can only seek justice for the Blue Ocean Sword Sect. Moreover, I will stand on the side of the Suzaku dynasty and denounce you. You have to think carefully."
Qing Yun narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiao Yang with a smile that was not a smile.
Xiao Yang was indeed a talent with a lot of potential. With a little bit of nurturing, he could surpass his master.
However, if he could not get Xiao Yang's goodwill, then Qing Yun was willing to strangle him in the cradle.
This was the way the world was. With one more powerhouse, there would be more competition and risk.
If you can't get him, then get rid of him.
There was no reason to talk about this.
Being weak was the original sin.
The world of cultivation was so cruel.
Xiao Yang fell into hesitation and silence.
This Qing Yun was obviously using kindness and power to force him to submit.
It was really hard to refuse.
Just as Xiao Yang was in a dilemma, a voice sounded.
"I, Old Man Qing Tong, am willing to merge with your Qing Yun Sect."
It was Old Man Qing Tong's voice.
Looking over, he saw Old Man Qing Tong slowly walking over.
It turned out that Old Man Qing Tong had found out about this.
It was not surprising.
After all, Pang Qing Yun already had something on him and could negotiate with Old Man Qing Tong.
Pang Qing Yun did not expect Old Man Qing Tong to be willing to merge with the Qing Yun Sect.
One had to know that once merged with the Qing Yun Sect, it was equivalent to losing independence and freedom.
Presumably, this was a sacrifice that Old Man Qing Tong was willing to make.
He wanted to protect Lin Shiyun, Xiao Yang, and Xiao Linger.
"Haha, good good good, Old Man Qing Tong, you are really admirable."
Pang Qing Yun could not help but laugh.
This was a perfect ending.
Now it was up to Xiao Yang.
Lin Shiyun also came out and said calmly, "Senior Brother, the Qingtong Sword Sect is your life's work and your lifeblood. How can you just hand it over like this?"
She looked at Pang Qing Yun and said, "Chief Qing Yun, the Qingtong Sword Sect must remain independent and not be subject to any restrictions."
Pang Qing Yun thought for a moment and nodded. "Sure."
After all, he only wanted Xiao Yang, not the Bronze Sword Sect. Even ten Qingtong Sword Sects could not compare to Xiao Yang.
The reason why he was willing to let the Qingtong Sword Sect join the Qing Yun Sect was that he was worried about Xiao Yang's future.
Xiao Linger came to Xiao Yang's side.
She looked at Xiao Yang and said, "Xiao Yang, don't feel pressured. Whether you agree or not is up to you. We can live and die with you."
Lin Shiyun also comforted Xiao Yang, saying, "Good boy, don't make things difficult for yourself."
Old Man Qingtong said, "Yes, for you, the Qingtong Sword Sect is willing to sacrifice anything, as long as you are happy."
Qing Yun said, "Xiao Yang, once the Bronze Sword Sect joins the Qing Yun Sect, the Qing Yun Sect has the duty and responsibility to protect it. The Qingtong Sword Sect will remain an independent sword sect, and we will not interfere. As for you, you only need to acknowledge me as your chief, and you only need to acknowledge that you are a disciple of the Qing Yun Sect."
Xiao Yang did not know whether to laugh or cry.
He was originally a disciple of the Qingtong Sword Sect. Now that the Qingtong Sword Sect had joined the Qing Yun Sect, it was only natural that he was a disciple of the Qing Yun Sect.
Xiao Yang said calmly, "Chief Qing Yun, since you said so, I will naturally obey."
Joining the Qing Yun Sect was beneficial to the Qingtong Sword Sect and Xiao Yang.
On the other hand, the Qing Yun Sect might be attacked by the Suzaku Dynasty because of its involvement in this matter, as well as the hostility of the other nine sects.
"Good, Xiao Yang, you are already a disciple of the Qing Yun Sect. I am very relieved. Don't worry, I will keep this matter a secret. You all should be careful."
Pang Qing Yun could not help but laugh at Xiao Yang's attitude.
Although he had lost the friendship of Xu Lanhai and the Blue Ocean Sword Sect, it did not matter.
A small faction like the Blue Ocean Sword Sect could not compare to Xiao Yang.
"This disciple greets the chief."
Xiao Yang received the identity token from the other party and bowed respectfully.
Qing Yun said, "Good, Xiao Yang, I will go first. I will find you in two days."
He smiled and walked away.
"Chief Qing Tong, this matter is over. Don't worry, we will stay here in peace. When the Suzaku Dynasty unlocks the blockade, we will leave the city."
Xiao Yang said with a straight face.
Xiao Linger said, "Congratulations, my lord husband. You are now a disciple of one of the top ten sects."
This was the dream of many cultivators.
Cultivators who wanted to join a small faction like the Qingtong Sword Sect were already dying, let alone a first-rate sect like the Qing Yun Sect.
Old Man Qing Tong said, "Xiao Yang, you are a disciple of the Qingtong Sword Sect. So, no matter what you do, the Qingtong Sword Sect will be your last shield. In short, don't let yourself suffer. "
Lin Shiyun analyzed, "Joining the Qing Yun Sect is good for everyone. On the other hand, the Qing Yun Sect might get into trouble. Of course, the Qing Yun Sect is not afraid of trouble. This matter was brought up by Pang Qing Yun himself, so let him have a headache."
And so, Xiao Yang continued to cultivate.
Although the matter of killing Xu Lanhai and the Blue Ocean Sword Sect disciples was over, danger was still everywhere.
Only cultivation was the best way to save one's life.
After Pang Qingyun left, he returned to the courtyard house he was in.
A disciple came forward and reported, "Chief, you are back. Just now, the chiefs of the other nine sects came to visit. Seeing that you were not here, they left their invitations."
The disciple respectfully handed over the invitation.
Pang Qing Yun took it and read it.
This invitation meant that he was invited to a celebration banquet.
Pang Qing Yun's face immediately darkened. He was very unhappy.
It was very simple. In the Grand Competition of the Ten Great Sects, their Qing Yun Sect was last.
As a matter of fact, the other nine sects came to visit Pang Qing Yun. Wasn't it because they wanted to see Pang Qing Yun make a fool of himself?
This was obviously a matter of face slapping and ridiculing.
Fortunately, Pang Qing Yun was not here just now. Otherwise, who knew how the other nine sects would laugh at him.
"I'm not going, I'm not going."
Pang Qing Yun's face was cold as he repeatedly shouted.
He crushed the invitation card in his hand.
Their Qing Yun Sect was last in the Ten Sects Grand Competition. If they went to someone else's celebration banquet, wouldn't it be painful for them to watch others be proud?
Only a fool would go.
Pang Qing Yun sulked and took two steps.
Thinking back, didn't I just accept a disciple? It's time for him to make a move.
He was instantly tempted.
"Well, go and tell them that I will definitely attend their celebration banquet."
Pang Qing Yun instructed proudly.
The disciple was surprised. He responded and hurriedly ran away.
After walking far away, he muttered, "The chief is really strange. One moment he said that he won't go, and the next moment he said that he will go. It's really strange. Among the Ten Great Sects, our Qing Yun Sect is last. Is he going to be a joke to others? "
As he muttered, he walked away.
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