Sect Assembly
The night gradually receded and the morning sun was slightly cold.
The Wanjian Pavilion, which had just experienced a calamity, was still showing signs of decline. However, at this moment, countless figures rushed through the Wanjian Pavilion. Some were whispering, some were staring, and all of them were rushing in the direction of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.
Today, Chu Xingyun was going to hold a Sect Assembly at the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. Everyone had to attend and discuss important matters.
Ever since they had seen Chu Xingyun's thunderous methods, no one dared to defy this order. At the same time, the crowd was quite curious about the Sect Assembly. They did not know what Chu Xingyun was planning to do.
At the same time, a mighty bugle sounded. The Jingtian Army was gathered in front of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. Even though they were far away, they could feel the iron-blooded spirit of the army.
Wu Jing Xue stood at the front of the army. A strong wind swept past, blowing his robes. However, his gaze did not waver. He was staring in the direction of the Ancient Star Sect, as if he was going to start another bloody storm.
Beside Wu Jing Xue, there were two people, a man and a woman. They were Chu Xingchen and Liu Mengyan.
Yesterday, the two of them had discussed with Chu Xingyun for a long time. They had already planned many details of the Ancient Star Sect's seclusion. They even had a detailed plan for suppressing the eighteen ancient cities and collecting resources.
At this moment, they were preparing to head to the Ancient Star Sect.
"The time has come. It's time to go." Wu Jing Xue said somewhat impatiently. He had been on the battlefield for decades. Naturally, he was fanatical about suppressing and killing. He wanted to kill to his heart's content.
Chu Xingchen and Liu Mengyan turned around at the same time and nodded at Wu Jing Xue. They retracted their last gaze from the Wanjian Pavilion at this moment. They took a step forward and quickly flew into the sky.
"Let's go!"
A magnificent voice came from Wu Jing Xue's mouth. As the voice fell, the 3,000 Jingtian Army responded in unison. Their morale soared to the sky. The sound of horses' hooves suddenly stirred up billows of smoke and dust.
When the Jingtian Army set off, Chu Xingyun's Sword Master Peak remained quiet. Occasionally, birds would fly by and let out crisp cries.
Yiya!
The door of the secret cultivation room opened, and Chu Xingyun, who was dressed in black, strode out.
At this time, the morning light gradually became warm. It penetrated through the dense leaves and scattered on Chu Xingyun's body, leaving behind mottled spots of light. His handsome face curved slightly, and the pitch-black sword mark between his eyebrows returned to its calm state. However, it gave off a mysterious feeling.
"You're awake?" A familiar voice came from behind.
Chu Xingyun turned around and saw Lin Tianchong coming from not far away. He was wearing a hemp garment and his back was hunched. He didn't have the fierce and domineering aura of yesterday. However, the hideous scars on his body, which were so deep that his bones could be seen, were silently telling the story of the crazy battle yesterday.
Lin Tianchong had a faint smile on his face as he walked in front of Chu Xingyun. His brows furrowed at first, and then a look of astonishment bloomed in his eyes. He said in disbelief, "You actually made a breakthrough?"
As a Nirvana Realm warrior, Lin Tianchong's perception was very sharp. He could feel that Chu Xingyun's cultivation had broken through and officially stepped into the Yin-Yang Realm.
It should be known that in the Ancient Star Secret Realm, Chu Xingyun successfully broke through to the Yin-Yang Realm with the help of Sui Luochu, which shocked countless people.
How long had it been since then? Chu Xingyun actually broke through again and stepped into the Yin-Yang Realm. Moreover, his cultivation was extremely firm and could be called perfect.
Chu Xingyun didn't show any pride in Lin Tianchong's surprise. He just nodded slightly.
Last night, he had relied on the power of the Black Hole Heavy Sword to shatter the Sword Spirit of the Legendary Ancient Sword into the purest energy, which he absorbed into his body, Spiritual Sea, and mind.
This energy was extremely huge. It was the essence of heaven and earth. Even if he absorbed a little bit of it, it would be of great help to his cultivation. It was also because of this that Chu Xingyun could smoothly break through the cultivation barrier and step into the Yin-Yang Realm.
As he completely digested this energy, his cultivation would continue to improve. He wasn't satisfied with merely the Yin-Yang Realm.
"Kid, how many trump cards do you have? I'm afraid that in a few years, even an old man like me will be defeated by you!" Lin Tianchong stared at Chu Xingyun, but there was no jealousy in his voice. Instead, he was full of expectation.
The two chatted as they walked. Not long after, they arrived at the Thousand Swords Palace.
When Chu Xingyun stepped into the Thousand Swords Palace, countless people had already gathered in the vast palace.
At the front were Chu Hu, Ning Lefan, and the others. Baili Kuangsheng was also among them. After a short meeting, they had already gotten to know each other. They were divided into two rows, standing on the left and right sides. Their eyes were bright and their postures were upright.
Behind them were the people from the Qitian Peak. There were a lot of people, more than 4,000 of them. They were all elites of the elites. Sometimes they lowered their heads and talked, sometimes they joked softly. It gave people a strong sense of unity.
At the back were the people from the Wanjian Pavilion. There were 2,000 of them, each standing on one side. Their eyes were lowered, and their breaths were swaying. It seemed that they hadn't completely recovered from yesterday's catastrophe.
More than 6,000 people gathered in the Thousand Swords Palace. When they saw Chu Xingyun arrive, the noise disappeared. Everyone shut their mouths and looked at him with solemn eyes. The entire Thousand Swords Palace became extremely quiet.
Patter patter!
Chu Xingyun's footsteps were very light, but in the Ten Thousand Sword Palace, they were extremely clear. When he stepped into the main hall, everyone below him knelt down on one knee, their backs slightly bowed.
"Disciple welcomes the Pavilion Master!"
"Welcome, Guild Master!"
Two voices were heard at the same time. Lin Tianchong and Mowang Gong stood side by side. When they saw this scene, they couldn't help but stroke their long beards and smile with relief.
"Rise." Chu Xingyun waved his hand and slowly sat down.
Seeing this, the crowd stood up and stood in their own positions. They looked over again without saying a word, quietly waiting for Chu Xingyun to speak.
The people from the Wanjian Pavilion were the same. However, there was a storm in their hearts.
These 2,000 people were the elites of the Wanjian Pavilion. They held real power and had participated in many Sects Meetings. However, the scene in front of them was so solemn and the sense of unity was so strong that it made them feel suffocated.
This feeling was not even present in the Wanjian Pavilion in its heyday!
"Everyone." At this moment, Chu Xingyun's voice sounded and broke the silence in the hall.
He glanced at the crowd below and said loudly, "Yesterday, the Wanjian Pavilion suffered a thousand-year catastrophe. Fan Wujie died and more than 100,000 disciples were killed on the Thousand Swords Mountain. Today, I will take the position of Pavilion Master and do my best to reorganize the Wanjian Pavilion to revitalize the name of the Thousand Swords Sect!"
After hearing this, the crowd below did not say anything.
As the old saying goes, the winner is king and the loser is a bandit. As the final winner, Chu Xingyun should be in charge of the Wanjian Pavilion and become the Pavilion Master. No one could refute that.
Chu Xingyun did not stop talking. He continued, "In the past, Fan Wujie set many Sects rules and appointed 18 Sword Masters to manage the Wanjian Pavilion. However, now, I have decided to remove the positions of the 18 Sword Masters and appoint 10 Great Elders to manage the affairs of the Sects together."
"The Elder of Law Enforcement will be Lu Xing. He will be in charge of all the Sects rules and punishments. He has the absolute right to speak. Even I cannot change the decisions he makes. Does anyone have any objections to this decision?"
Chu Xingyun spoke one after another. Lu Xing, who was standing below, strode forward and faced the crowd. His back was as straight as a sword as he met everyone's gaze.
The crowd glanced at Chu Xingyun and then looked at Lu Xing. They maintained a tacit silence. No one objected. Many people even nodded in agreement.
Lu Xing was no stranger to the crowd. His fairness left a deep impression on them. Everyone was convinced that he would be in charge of the Elder of Law Enforcement and manage the Sects rules and punishments of the Wanjian Pavilion.
Chu Xingyun had already expected the crowd's reaction. His expression did not change. He spoke again, "As for the Technique Imparting Sect, it is of great significance to the Wanjian Pavilion. It is directly related to whether the Wanjian Pavilion can prosper. Therefore, I have decided to appoint seven Great Elders to manage it together."
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