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Chapter 531

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They would stop Jing Jiu from becoming the Sect Master even at the cost of their lives.

This was tragic in the eyes of many people, but it was meaningless in Jing Jiu's eyes.

If he hadn't taken the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword and accepted the edict, he might have said something indifferent at the moment.

For example, if he was going to die, he should die somewhere far away from Aoyama.

But he was the Sect Master now, so he had to be more particular in his actions.

The problem was that he could only do things like the members of the Platanus Sect, and nothing else. If he wanted to be particular, he would have to do nothing.

Sitting in the chair, he looked at the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword and thought of Liu Ci on the other side of the sky. He found these things boring, so he didn't even glance at the scene.

In the eyes of many disciples of Aoyama, he was not heartless, but calm.

The problem was that nobody could be as calm as he was, even though they were all Cultivation practitioners.

Soon after, more people came forward.

If Jian Ruyun and the other young disciples weren't strong enough, the people who came forward were different.

"This is a messy order. I can't accept it."

Bai Rujing said with a grave expression.

He represented Tianguang Peak, but he still came forward to oppose the edict of the Sect Master!

Soon after, Elder Cheng and a few other elders of Xilai Peak also landed on the peak top.

More and more people landed on the peak top.

The disciples of Aoyama were talking louder and louder. Buzz!

Buzz! Buzz!

The scene was so chaotic that it seemed to be on the verge of going out of control.

Yuan Qijing looked around with a cold look in his eyes.

All the sounds had disappeared.

The peak top was enshrouded in the twilight.

The young disciples landed on their swords and stood behind the masters of the peaks, feeling nervous and uneasy.

Those important figures who could decide the future of Aoyama hadn't spoken yet.

Fu Wang, the Yunxing Peak Master, had an unsightly look on his face.

If the Immortal Sect Master's edict had mentioned Fang Jingtian, Guangyuan Zhenren, or even Nan Wang, he would have been able to accept it. But … Jing Jiu?

Why couldn't he compete with such a young disciple?

"I also feel that Sect Master's posthumous edict is inappropriate."

Fu Wang did not question the authenticity of the posthumous edict. He stared at Jing Jiu in the chair and said, "You have only been in Aoyama for less than thirty years. What right do you have to be the leader?"

Right when Yuan Qijing was about to speak, a cold yet extremely firm voice resounded.

"We are the disciples of Perfected Jingyang, the same generation as you. If he doesn't have the qualifications, what qualifications do you have?"

Zhao Layue said expressionlessly.

Fu Wang sneered. When he was about to say something, Guangyuan Zhenren raised his hand.

He looked at Jing Jiu in the chair and said after a moment of silence, "No one can deny your talent and ability in cultivation, but your state is too low, so it's hard to convince the masses."

This was a clear statement of their attitude.

The Aoyama disciples became even more nervous.

Guangyuan Zhenren had displayed an extremely profound cultivation state and strength in the battle of the West Ocean, and was regarded by many as the best candidate for the next sect master.

Was he going to compete for the position?

Since the Immortal Sect Master had left a posthumous edict, Jing Jiu should be in the right. However, the current Aoyama Sect indeed needed a powerful and convincing swordsman to lead them in order to compete with the Zhongzhou School in Chaotian after the departure of the Immortal Liu Ci. Jing Jiu was indeed too young, and his experience and Cultivation state were too shallow.

Even those young disciples who admired him couldn't imagine what the Aoyama Sect would be like after he became the sect master.

Looking at those masters who had landed on the peak top to express their opposition and Jian Ruyun and Ma Hua who had stood out in the beginning, Guo Nanshan had a grave expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Zhuo Rusui asked in a low voice. "Do you think these people are ignoring the opinion of you, the principal disciple of Aoyama?"

"No," Guo Nanshan said. "I'm just wondering if my Master's words don't matter anymore since he has just left."

"Do you support Jing Jiu?" asked Zhuo Rusui after shooting him a glance.

"All I know is that it's my Master's posthumous edict," said Guo Nanshan.

After a moment of silence, Zhuo Rusui said, "The problem is … when has the posthumous edict of our Aoyama Sect ever worked?"

Hearing this, Guo Nanshan fell silent as well.

It was true that if the posthumous edict worked, would so many people of Aoyama have died back then?





Jing Jiu was still as quiet as before, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Sitting in the chair, he looked at the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword in his hand, saying nothing.

He was not surprised by the current situation.

The posthumous edict was of course important, but the Aoyama Sect … had a tradition of not following the posthumous edict.

If the posthumous edict worked, how could his Master's posthumous edict be torn into pieces in public? How could the position of the sect master passed on to his Big Brother be lost?

Why did he and his Big Brother have to kill so many Senior Uncles to regain the position of the sect master?

Aoyama cultivated the sword.

The sword was meant to pierce through the sky.

If they dared to pierce through the sky, what else would they be afraid of?





The situation had reached a stalemate.

Yuan Qijing was the Sword Justice of Aoyama, and he had the highest authority and status after the departure of the Immortal Sect Master. But was he willing to suppress so many people for the posthumous edict of Liu Ci?

Even if he thought the rules of the sect were more important than anything else, Aoyama would inevitably be in chaos, and many people might die.

The Zhongzhou School had opened its doors, and the meaning was clear.

How could the current Aoyama Sect bear the cost of internal strife?

Nobody noticed that Zhao Layue glanced at the disciple of Liangwang Peak called Ma Hua in such a chaotic situation.

Ma Hua squinted his eyes. He didn't look at Jing Jiu in the chair, but at the expressions of Chi Yan and other elders of Shanghai Peak.

Zhao Layue knew that this fat man didn't have the courage to resist the edict, but he knew that Yuan Qijing didn't want the Aoyama Sect to have internal strife because of this.

Ma Hua suddenly stepped forward and said, "I remember the rules of the sect said that in such a situation, the peaks should elect a new sect master."

He turned to Yuan Qijing, bowed respectfully, and said, "Senior Master, please make the decision."

Yuan Qijing didn't say anything.

Chi Yan, the elder of Shanghai Peak, heard this from a distance, and frowned slightly, his empty sleeves fluttering in the absence of wind.

There was indeed such a rule in Aoyama. If someone could get the support of two-thirds of the peaks, he could become the next sect master.

But that was the case when the sect master didn't leave a posthumous edict. Now the situation was completely different. Why should they do this?

Ma Hua seemed to know what many people were thinking. He said with a smile, "Because Senior Master Jing Jiu … can't convince the masses."

It was such a simple reason.

But it was indeed powerful.

Aoyama was realistic.

Compared with the posthumous edict, the future of Aoyama was the most important.

"If no one supports him, where should Aoyama go if he becomes the sect master?"

Bai Rujing looked at Yuan Qijing and said, "Big Brother, please make the decision."

Nan Wang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened her mouth. Her eyes were a bit red, probably because she had drunk too much last night. She was obviously agitated, as she said, "Can't you hurry up? If you want to vote, do it quickly. "

Yuan Qijing glanced at her with a strange expression, and said, "That's fine."

Hearing this, there was another uproar.

Since even the Sword Justice had agreed to this, it was a foregone conclusion.

Bai Rujing didn't notice the look in Yuan Qijing's eyes. He felt relieved inwardly, thinking, "Fortunately, it seems that even you don't want that kid to be the sect master."

He didn't worry that Jing Jiu might get the support of six peaks.

There were nine peaks in Aoyama, and Liangwang Peak didn't have the right to speak, so there were eight peaks left.

Guangyuan Zhenren, Fu Wang, Elder Cheng who represented Xilai Peak, Bai Rujing who represented Tianguang Peak, and Nan Wang who disliked Shenmo Peak the most would all oppose the decision.

Yuan Qijing agreed to let the peaks choose the sect master, which indicated that he didn't want Jing Jiu to be the sect master. He was forced to act that way because of the rules of the sect; otherwise, Nan Wang wouldn't have given him a way out of the embarrassing situation.

Even if Chen Youtian were cautious and cowardly to abstain, Jing Jiu could only get the support of his own Shenmo Peak, which was far from the support of six peaks.

No matter how one looked at it, it was a losing situation.

As expected, Guangyuan Zhenren and Fu Wang objected directly.

If one more peak objected, Jing Jiu wouldn't be able to take over the position of the sect master.

It was a sure win.

Thinking so, Bai Rujing said calmly, "I object as well."

How could he miss such an opportunity to leave his name in the history of Aoyama?





The peak became very quiet.

Everyone was in a strange mood.

Even many disciples of Aoyama who didn't support the edict felt a little sorry.

Jing Jiu had just sat on the chair and announced that he would be the next sect master of Aoyama with the edict in his hand, but he was soon deposed.

It was an extremely humiliating thing.

Whether it was his dedication to Aoyama or something else, Jing Jiu didn't deserve such humiliation.

Except for a few, most disciples and elders of Aoyama thought so.

Jing Jiu lowered his head to look at the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword. No one knew what he was thinking, or if he was too embarrassed to raise his head.

Guangyuan Zhenren's eyes were filled with pity. He was about to say a few words to Jing Jiu to comfort him.

Jing Jiu suddenly raised his head.

He had waited for a long time. Finally, someone brought out that sect rule.

It was just like that time seven hundred years ago.

People couldn't step into the same river twice.

Could the same thing happen again?

Of course not.

At least not to him.

He said to Bai Rujing, "What right do you have to object?"

This question stunned many people at first, and then they felt worried. Could it be that Jing Jiu's Dao Heart was too unstable because of the great ups and downs?

Otherwise, why would he raise such an inexplicable question?

Bai Rujing looked at Jing Jiu and smiled. It seemed to be pity, but it was actually disgust. He said, "I represent Tianguang Peak. Of course I have the right to object."

Jing Jiu said, "What I'm asking is, what right do you have to represent Tianguang Peak?"

Bai Rujing was startled. He had never thought of this question. He said angrily, "Am I not qualified?"

The disciples of Aoyama were also startled. Everyone knew that Bai Rujing was the most powerful elder of Tianguang Peak and had the highest state. Now that the Immortal Master had left, he certainly had the right to represent Tianguang Peak.

Jing Jiu leaned back in the chair and sat more comfortably. He didn't waste any more time talking to this person.

Gu Qing walked out and explained, "What my master means is, even if Uncle Master Bai has the right to represent Tianguang Peak, it doesn't mean that Tianguang Peak is willing to be represented by you. These are two different concepts."

Bai Rujing finally understood what he meant. He laughed involuntarily and said, "Is there anyone who objects …"

"I object."

Guo Nanshan stood out and stared at Bai Rujing with a calm expression in his eyes, without any wavering.

"I object too."

Zhuo Rusui walked out while rubbing his eyes. Like Nan Wang, his eyes were slightly red, perhaps because he was too sleepy.

(End of this chapter)

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