Feng Ziyue was stunned. Although what he said was not polite, it was still a bit strange that the other party actually went on to say that he had something to ask for.
However, when he got the Holy White Xanthium Fruit, his grudge disappeared and he nodded immediately.
"Master Martial Saint, just ask!"
Wu Sheng laughed and pointed, "Actually, I also said this that day. As long as you kill the dragon demon, not only will I give you this holy white cocklebur fruit, but also -"
He smiled lightly and stood up, "I will also pass on the position of Martial Saint of Canglan Mountain to you!"
The position of Canglan Mountain Martial Saint!
Feng Ziyue was shocked and hurriedly shook his hands, "Master Wusheng, how can this happen?"
He has never coveted the Canglan Holy Mountain, and he has little interest in the inheritance of the Martial Saint. All he wants is the Holy White Xanthium Fruit. Besides, he has always been vaguely suspicious of the Martial Saint and the Canglan Mountain.
I felt even more ashamed. How could I accept this?
Bu Tianyi was also surprised. He did not expect Master Wu Sheng to actually make this decision seriously.
Bu Tianyi couldn't figure out what Master Wusheng wanted to do, even if he was dead or alive.
But since it was an adult's decision, he had no choice but to obey it unconditionally.
"No need to refuse," Wu Sheng waved his hand, but his face was full of haggard. He sighed, "Anyway, you already know my hidden danger, and I don't have to hide it..."
He was invaded by demonic energy twenty years ago. In the past twenty years, he has been struggling against the demonic aura. He was really powerless in everything that happened in Canglan Mountain, and he had long wanted to pass on the throne.
However, although the previous elders were not bad in martial arts, they were not peerless geniuses like Feng Ziyue. Although they have now broken through to the third and fourth levels of innateness, it is difficult to reach the sky if they want to go further.
Feng Ziyue is only fifteen years old, and he is already at the fourth level of innate cultivation, and his body is even stronger. If Canglan Mountain wants to flourish in the future, it all depends on him!
What Wu Sheng said was sincere. Feng Ziyue wanted to shirk it, but he didn't know what to say.
"Lord Martial Saint, this is such a serious matter, please let me consider it, okay?"
No matter what, I have to go back and discuss it with my father Feng Bufan.
The power of Canglan Mountain is huge. I have only been up the mountain for a few days and I don't understand it at all. Even if I take over, I can't fully control it. It would be a waste of time to sort out the details.
For Feng Ziyue, it is useless.
He really hopes to have his own power so that he can more easily protect himself in the future divine water catastrophe, but power that he cannot fully control is of little use to him.
What's more, he has to deal with two tough battles between Long Buyang and Chu Kuangren in a row, and he really doesn't have the time to spend on this for the time being.
Wu Sheng was startled. He didn't expect that he would shirk such a good thing, but he was still smiling.
"That's fine! That's fine! Mr. Feng, think about it carefully, but the future of Canglan Mountain still depends on you!"
Wu Sheng seemed to have recognized him as his successor and happily sent him out. Full of doubts, Feng Ziyue returned to his residence and waited for his father to find him.
But I waited until night, but did not wait for Feng Bufan to arrive.
Feng Ziyue's heart tightened, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Everything has gone very smoothly since leaving Ten Thousand Demons Cave today. The Holy White Xanthium Fruit has been obtained. Wu Sheng is even willing to pass on the Canglan Mountain inheritance to him. He seems to be in harmony.
But his father's delay in showing up made him have doubts again.
All the previous doubts came to mind again.
He felt depressed, really worried about his father's condition, but he didn't know where to start looking for him, so he had to wait in the wing all night, but there was still no news.
"What? Uncle is missing?"
I didn't wait for Feng Bufan to come, but I did wait for Menghuang to come.
Menghuang once again rushed into Feng Ziyue's wing in the middle of the night under the guise of looking for her uncle. When she heard that Feng Bufan was missing, her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Although I left before uncle, he also said that as soon as I leave, he will follow me separately and come to find you in the evening - why haven't you come yet?"
Her expression changed, "Could it be...could it be the man in black?"
"impossible!"
Feng Ziyue shook his head. Although the man in black was innate, but his cultivation level was mediocre, he could occasionally sneak attack while they were seriously injured. When Feng Bufan recovered, that man was no match for him.
Even on the Canglan Holy Mountain, restricted by the pure white mist, Feng Bufan would not fail silently. Even if he couldn't win, he could always run.
"That is how the matter?"
Menghuang was also a little anxious, "Then let's go to the Ten Thousand Demons Cave and have a look..."
Although he knew there would be no results, Menghuang still made this suggestion. Feng Ziyue thought about it and nodded in agreement.
Instead of waiting here, always do something, otherwise you will be restless and your heart will always be difficult to settle down.
Feng Ziyue followed Menghuang all the way through the mountain plank road, and then arrived at the entrance of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave in Qinglong Peak. Menghuang pushed away the two guard disciples guarding the door - it seemed that she had done something like this before.
The two disciples were already accustomed to the matter in the Demon Cave, and they deliberately went to relieve themselves together.
Now that the dragon demon has been eliminated, there is peace in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, and the guards are even more negligent.
Menghuang led Feng Ziyue into the cave. Sure enough, he met no one else along the way. After going down to the second floor, he passed through the hidden path and reached the cliff edge platform, but there was no one there.
"Uncle won't be here..."
Menghuang frowned, turned around twice with a sullen expression, poked his head out to look into the abyss, and stuck out his tongue.
Feng Ziyue tried his best to suppress his panic. This feeling was really bad, just like the experience of losing a loved one in his previous life - he didn't want to lose his father just after he saw him!
"breeze!"
Menghuang followed Feng Bufan's call and shouted very smoothly. Seeing that his face was ashen at this moment, she felt worried and gently tugged on his sleeve, "Uncle will be fine, don't worry too much..."
Feng Ziyue's face was gloomy, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He knelt down and picked up something next to Meng Huang.
A piece of blue-black cloth!
He trembled all over, gripped the piece of cloth tightly, and searched around wildly, trying to see if there were any other terrifying clues.
Fortunately, apart from this piece of cloth, there was nothing else.
"This...this is..."
Menghuang recognized it, it was clearly the regular clothes worn by the envoy, and it was also the coat that Feng Bufan always wore!
It is impossible for any other guide to come here. The owner of this piece of blue cloth can only be Feng Bufan!
She suddenly came back to her senses, "Xiao Feng, don't worry too much. Although these are uncle's clothes, they may have been torn off in the past few days..."
She felt unconvincing when she said these words. Feng Bufan was a cautious person, not to mention that he also attached great importance to appearance. Just before going out, he checked his body carefully, fearing that if there was any damage, others would be suspicious outside.
His identity, at least when he was inspecting it at the time, would never have such a large piece of cloth torn off.
She looked at the bottom of the abyss again, and her face suddenly turned pale.
"wrong!"
Feng Ziyue regained his composure at this time and murmured to himself, "He will be fine - nothing will happen to him! He must have wanted to give some clues by leaving this piece of cloth behind..."
He suddenly let out a loud roar, startling a group of birds, which flapped their wings in the white mist and made a mournful cry.
Feng Bufan's disappearance made Feng Ziyue's face always gloomy.
However, he also firmly believed that his father must still be alive. Even if there was an accident, he would not die so easily - the piece of cloth left behind must contain important information.
In the past few days, he has been studying the meaning of this piece of cloth, but he has found nothing.
However, it was also during these few days that he agreed to the request of the Martial Saint to pass on the throne.
However, was this falsehood, sincerity, or some hidden conspiracy? At this point, Feng Ziyue could only agree.
If it is true, he needs the power of the Martial Saint to conduct a comprehensive search to find clues about his father, and at the same time find more secrets about Canglan Mountain.
If it is fake, then only by stepping in can the conspiracy be triggered, and all the tricks will be revealed.
He doesn't want to take it off anymore!
Feng Ziyue's promise made Martial Saint overjoyed, and he immediately announced a three-day banquet at Canglan Mountain to celebrate together. Although the young disciples were not familiar with Feng Ziyue, they were also enthusiastic and in agreement.
Feng Ziyue's act of killing the dragon demon earned him the sincere support of these young people.
From this point of view, Wu Sheng's wishes seemed to be sincere. He deliberately let Feng Ziyue kill the dragon demon alone, so that he could only enjoy this honor and credit, so that he could pass the throne to Canglan Holy Mountain.
There was no objection among them.
Zhenwu Palace Master Bu Tianyi is loyal to Wusheng, so naturally he will not have any objections.
As for the four successors of Tianwu before that, which are now the four elders of Canglan Mountain, they have been in the process of retreat and have not expressed any opinions on this matter.
Their opinions are not important either. These four elders were originally idle in Canglan Mountain and were only candidates for the successor of Wu Sheng. However, if Wu Sheng chose a suitable successor, they would not be of much value.
What's more, now Feng Ziyue is not only powerful and appreciated by the Martial Saint, but also supported by most of the young disciples in Canglan Mountain. Who can have any objections?
It should be a natural thing for him to step into the position of Martial Saint!
But in Feng Ziyue's heart, there was no joy at all.
If Feng Bufan didn't show up for a day, he wouldn't be happy, and the shadow hanging over his head would never be resolved.
To this day, he is still at a loss to solve the mystery on Canglan Mountain.
"Dad, what do you want to say to me when you left this piece of cloth?"
Today is a great day for Feng Ziyue to take over the position of Martial Saint. He is sitting in the wing, already wearing auspicious clothes, but still holding the piece of cloth with a frown on his face.
"Hello!"
Menghuang jumped in from the window again. Seeing his unhappy look, he comforted him, "Don't think about it too much. Uncle must be auspicious. Today you are going to become a martial saint, and you still have such a bitter face."
do what?"
Feng Ziyue smiled reluctantly and put away the cloth.
"Why are you here at this time?"
Menghuang was supposed to be at the Zhenwu Palace, leading the young disciples to conduct a welcome ceremony, and he didn't want to appear here again at this time.
"Let me see if you can do it! Now that you are a Martial Saint, do you look down on me?"
Menghuang curled her lips, she was actually secretly happy that Feng Ziyue took over the position of Martial Saint - at least this meant that Feng Ziyue would stay in Canglan Mountain in the future.
Although she didn't quite understand the feelings in her heart, her heart was always drawn to him, and she hoped that he could stay by her side as long as possible.
Feng Ziyue was still a little uncomfortable being called a Martial Saint, so they thought to each other, "I will inherit the position of Martial Saint in the future, so what should I call your father?"
"Well?"
Menghuang was stunned for a moment, this was indeed a problem.
Since she was born, no, a hundred years before she was born, her father has been called Martial Saint, and he has never had another name. If the position of Martial Saint is transferred, then what should he be called?
?
"This... there will probably be records in the old books, right?"
Menghuang frowned and thought hard, wondering what the former Martial Saint would be called after he abdicated.
However, the strange thing is that there is no memory at all!
Could it be said that there has never been a situation where a martial saint abdicated in favor of a worthy person? No... there are still cases...
Menghuang thought about it for a long time, and it seemed that all the retired martial saints were missing, so it seemed that no one on Canglan Holy Mountain had ever worried about this issue.
"It's really strange. It seems that there really is no such title - are they all called Martial Saint?"
Menghuang was a little unsure.
Feng Ziyue frowned. Wu Sheng had no name or surname. This was originally a strange thing. This also led to the problem that Wu Sheng had to change his name after he abdicated.
But in Menghuang's memory, there was no Martial Saint who changed his name. This was a very strange thing.
It would be too inconvenient for those retired martial saints to have no titles - after all, their cultivation is not weak, and even when they reach old age, they still have a long life.
Could it be that he was restoring his real name? But looking at Menghuang's situation, it doesn't seem to be the case. There is obviously no such record in the classics.
For some reason, Feng Ziyue vaguely felt that the inheritance of the Martial Saint conveyed an evil and strange flavor.
"Stop worrying about this matter! My father isn't even worried yet. The emperor is not in a hurry. Why are you, the eunuch, so anxious? By the time you abdicate, I don't know how many years it will be!"
The advantage of Menghuang is that when you can't figure something out, you can put it behind you and think about nothing.
At this moment, I heard the roar of firecrackers outside, silk music playing, and someone shouting loudly.
"The auspicious time has arrived, please invite the Martial Saint to come to the Zhenwu Palace!"
This Martial Saint, of course, refers to Feng Ziyue. The original Martial Saint has been waiting in Zhenwu Palace for a long time!