It didn't take long. The continuous flashes of lightning in the Empty Realm stopped before the flowing clouds by the Tianguang Peak reached the places on the Shanghai Peak.
High up in the sky, a bright light suddenly appeared, like a mirror that was hundreds of miles wide.
It was the dividing line between the Empty Realm and the real sky.
Two black dots appeared in the mirror, growing bigger and bigger.
Fang Jingtian and Guangyuan Zhenren landed on the top of Tianguang Peak one after the other. No wounds could be seen on their bodies, and their faces looked normal.
Back when Taiping Zhenren fought for the position of the Sect Master of Aoyama, blood flowing like a river, and Mochen Peak was slaughtered. But that was an exception.
Today's situation couldn't be decided by life and death, so it was better for both sides to be clear about it.
Who was the final winner?
Guangyuan Zhenren walked back to the crowd of Shiyue Peak.
Fang Jingtian stayed where he was.
There was a commotion among the peaks, and the elders of Shiyue Peak sighed regretfully.
They were thirty years late after all. Though they were all figures in the Heavenly Arrival State, there was still a difference.
Fang Jingtian walked toward the hut.
His silvery eyebrows were fluttering.
That chair was right under the hut.
As he passed by the stone monument, he halted his steps and bowed to the Round Turtle.
The Round Turtle had his eyes closed, giving no response.
Fang Jing walked to the hut, and was about to sit down.
Suddenly, a gust of gentle wind blew over, and the chair fell down, breaking into a pile of wood.
It was deathly quiet on the top of Tianguang Peak.
That chair represented the position of the Sect Master of Aoyama, but it was broken into pieces before Fang Jingtian could sit on it …
Anyone would feel angry or ashamed when encountering such a thing.
An elder of Xilai Peak yelled sternly, "Who did this? How dare you! "
Standing by Zhao Layue, Yuan Qu said in a low voice, "It would be embarrassing if the chair cracked after sitting on it."
At this moment, the mountain peak was extremely quiet. No matter how soft his voice was, it clearly fell into the ears of many people.
The Aoyama disciples were still in a state of shock and nervousness, so they didn't have much of a reaction. However, a female disciple from the Mirror Sect couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The Xilai Peak elder suddenly turned around and stared at the female disciple, "What are you laughing at?"
Being stared at like a sword, the female disciple was startled, and her face turned pale.
Que Niang shielded Mo Tiange behind her. Looking at the Elder of Xilai Peak, she said calmly, "My disciple is laughing at herself. What does it have to do with you?"
The elder of Xilai Peak knew about her teacher-student relationship with Jing Jiu, and he also knew that she was the next suzerain of the Mirror Sect. He suppressed his anger and shouted at the disciples of Aoyama, "Who did this! Step out! "
It was still quiet. The disciples of Aoyama looked like a forest.
Suddenly, a tall branch grew out of the forest.
It was someone who raised his hand.
The crowd became restless, and countless gazes looked in that direction.
Zhuo Rusui's eyelids were drooping, but his right hand was raised straight, as energetic as a flagpole.
The Elder of Xilai Peak said angrily, "Nephew Zhuo, why did you destroy the sacred relic of our sect on purpose?"
"Isn't it just a chair? My master didn't tell me what kind of sacred relic it was. " Zhuo Rusui lifted his head and said emotionlessly, "I was too happy when I came out of closed-door training that day, so I accidentally broke the chair. Many people saw it with their own eyes. What's wrong with that?"
The Elder of Xilai Peak was speechless. It was well known that Zhuo Rusui was not an ordinary disciple of Aoyama. Not to mention his Cultivation state and talent, he was the personal disciple of the former sect master, which was hard to answer …
Fang Jingtian said calmly, "You're right. It's just a chair. It's not important."
Today, Guangzhou Zhenren was defeated by him. No one from the nine peaks of Aoyama was qualified to compete with him for the position of the sect master of Aoyama. Without the chair, was he not the sect master?
"You can be the sect master without the chair. But you don't even have the Sword of Divine Mandate. What right do you have to be the sect master?"
A calm and even indifferent voice came from the peak.
The disciples of Aoyama were in an uproar, and they all looked over.
Some of the younger disciples only knew that the speaker was the master of Shenmo Peak, Zhao Layue.
These young disciples had heard of the story of Shenmo Peak, but they did not know what she was like in the past. They were shocked, thinking that she was so unyielding!
The elders of the peaks and the representatives of the sects were calm, and they even felt that it had finally begun.
How could the people of Shenmo Peak allow Fang Jingtian to be the sect master of Aoyama?
Fang Jingtian's silvery eyebrows fluttered slightly. He looked at her with a faint smile and said, "Young Sister, are you not convinced?"
"Of course," Zhao Layue said.
Fang Jingtian glanced at the elders and disciples of the peaks, and said slowly, "Who else is not convinced?"
"Senior Master … I haven't put my hand down yet," Zhuo Rusui said innocently, holding up his right hand.
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Zhao Layue was the personal disciple of the Immortal Jingyang, the Master of Shenmo Peak … well, her relationship with the Immortal Jingyang was complicated.
Zhuo Rusui was the personal disciple that the former sect master, the Immortal Liu Ci, loved most.
They had a special status in the nine peaks of Aoyama, and they were even more extraordinary now that they had become swordsmen in the peak of the Broken Sea State.
Moreover, they were very young.
In the history of the Aoyama Sect, they could rank in the top three in terms of the speed at which they broke through the Cultivation states.
The last one was the Immortal Jingyang.
They were the future and the present of the Aoyama Sect.
They stood out at the same time to oppose Fang Jingtian becoming the sect master of Aoyama, which would definitely affect the attitude of many disciples of Aoyama. Moreover, they were powerful enough to do so.
It was quiet on the top of Tianguang Peak.
Guangyuan Zhenren didn't want the conflict of Aoyama to be seen by the outsiders, so he said to Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui seriously, "The Aoyama Sect does need a sect master."
"He is not dead yet," Zhao Layue said expressionlessly.
Zhuo Rusui chimed in, "What's the hurry?"
Everybody knew that they were talking about Jing Jiu.
However, Jing Jiu had slept in Zhaoge City for more than one hundred years. How many more years would he have to sleep?
The elder of Xilai Peak said sternly, "This is the rule agreed upon at the Aoyama Meeting last year. Why do you suddenly oppose it? What do you mean?"
Zhao Layue said expressionlessly, "I was behind closed doors at the time."
Zhuo Rusui chimed in, "I was behind closed doors as well."
Zhao Layue said, "I don't agree with what you two have agreed upon."
"I don't agree with it either," Zhuo Rusui chimed in.
The elder of Xilai Peak couldn't stand it anymore, saying, "Junior Master Zhuo, you can't represent Tianguang Peak. It's not important whether you agree or not."
Zhuo Rusui said with drooping eyes, "I know that many disciples of Tianguang Peak have been bribed by you two … but I think some of them will support me."
Upon hearing this, many gazes fell on the crowd of Tianguang Peak.
Guo Nanshan sighed, and said, "It's up to you."
Elder Mo Chi sighed, "You … you … how … can you … say … whatever."
Zhuo Rusui looked at the elder of Xilai Peak and said innocently, "You see, I can't do anything about it. My reputation is so high."
It was then that Que Niang walked a few steps forward slowly and bowed to Fang Jingtian, saying softly, "Normally, this is a matter of the Aoyama Sect, and we, the people from other sects, shouldn't say anything about it. However, the whole Cultivation circle knows that the Immortal Jingyang is my Teacher. As his student, I have to ask you something. My Teacher has done everything for the sake of the Aoyama Sect and fought against the Fairy Lady alone, and he is still recuperating in Zhaoge City. But now Aoyama is going to choose a new sect master; where does he think his Teacher is?"
It was hard to answer this question. Yuan Qu praised Que Niang in his mind, thinking that Que Niang was indeed a highly skilled chess player.
State Duke Lu opened his mouth without hesitation, saying in an old voice, "What you said is true. The Imperial court has always respected the Aoyama Sect, but the whole world knows that the Immortal Sect Master is the Emperor's granduncle. According to the Will of the late Emperor, it's not wrong to address him as the Great Emperor. Didn't the Aoyama Sect consider the dignity of the Imperial court by doing this? To be frank, the Emperor is very dissatisfied with this matter, and asked me to come here to ask what you people are thinking about. "
This accusation was more troublesome. Yuan Qu praised in his mind that the people in the Imperial Palace were indeed dirtier.
Soon after, the Guocheng Temple and the Platanus Sect also voiced their doubts. Only the Ōzawa Sect and the other sects remained silent.
Looking in the direction of Zhaoge City, Fang Jingtian's silvery eyebrows ruffled slightly, thinking that something had indeed happened to Gu Qing, and he hoped that his Master would be fine.
He pulled back his gaze and looked at Que Niang, Duke Lu and the others, saying calmly, "This is the matter of the Aoyama Sect. It doesn't matter what status you have and what reason you have."
Then he turned to the small green-curtain sedan, saying, "I would say the same thing even to the Chief Nun, because this is the matter of the Aoyama Sect."
As soon as he finished speaking, a chilly sword will came out from his body, spreading in heaven and earth like a plum branch, not breaking even when encountering the Chaotic Wind.
This was the power of the figures in the Heavenly Arrival State, and the courage of the swordsmen in Aoyama.
This was the matter of the Aoyama Sect.
This was the matter of the Aoyama Sect.
Only the people of the Aoyama Sect could decide the matters of the Aoyama Sect.
Guangyuan Zhenren didn't say anything.
Chen Youtian didn't say anything.
On the distant top of Bihu Peak, Liu Ada strolled slowly to the top of the tallest tree and looked in the direction of the Tianguang Peak, his vertical pupils narrowing slightly. It was unclear whether it was because the sunlight was too strong, or because his mind was in a mess.
All of a sudden, he meowed toward the Tianguang Peak.
The sword wills that looked like plum branches all over the sky came to a high place in the sky, cutting the sunlight in half.
The meowing was like a spark that ignited the broken pieces of the sunlight, turning them into countless afterglow.
The fake afterglow landed on the top of the Tianguang Peak.
Zhuo Rusui remarked sentimentally, "It's so beautiful."
The gloomy Swallowing Boat Sword appeared in front of him.
The sword was drifting slowly in the setting sun, like a fallen leaf in autumn, ready to burn at any moment.
"Yes," Zhao Layue agreed.
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