It is out of the question that these people hold the emperor hostage to control the princes, because those emperors still want to regain power.
But their junior brother is a fearless cultivator...
If he was really forced to sit in that position...
Then the only people who are proud are the princes.
How great, he has greater rights, and his senior brother is only in name only.
Maybe he will get more power and resources than others, but from now on, he will no longer be the senior brother who everyone will listen to.
These people, how utilitarian these people are, in the process of so many years of cultivation, they have never shown any clues.
So Zhao Qiankun turned his face to Cheng Yixin, his youngest junior brother and the most outstanding genius of the younger generation whom he had single-handedly raised.
"Do you think so too? Do you want to be the leader?"
Cheng Yixin was in a daze, looking at the sky and frowning as if he didn't care about anything.
After thinking for a long time, he turned around and asked his best friend, Jiao Bu Li Meng, Meng Bu Li Jiao's brain trust in the entire Yunxia Mountain. Qian Jizi said: "What's the benefit of me being the leader? Is it better than Meng Bu Li Jiao?"
Is the senior brother better?"
"This will hinder my cultivation. I know what I have to do now, but if I don't become the leader, won't I be able to intimidate other sects?"
"If you really want to shock them, why not come to them and kill them all!"
But Qian Jizi, who had been following Cheng Yixin, shook his head and said to his junior brother in a voice that everyone could hear: "As the leader, you will cultivate faster... You will own the Yunxia Sect. That's
Master’s mountain.”
"And the only person who can legitimately occupy the place to practice is the head of the Yunxia Sect."
"Master once said in front of so many disciples that the person who inherits the leadership is the real master of Yunxia Peak."
Qian Jizi knew a secret, a secret about Yunxia Peak.
Master buried something here, something that can contribute to the entire mountain peak.
He is very smart, but he has no desire to be the leader.
But he hopes that the Yunxia Sect left behind by Master can be carried forward in a true sense...
This was the original wish of the leader, and it was precisely because of this wish that Master Yunxia adopted them and made them his disciples.
Qian Jizi felt that in the entire Yunxia Sect, among so many senior brothers, only the youngest one could fulfill his master's wish.
The Yunxia Peak of the Yunxia Sect was given to him, and his wish for an ascended immortal to emerge from this sect could be fulfilled.
In the vast world of immortality, no one has ascended for many years.
When was the last time?
One hundred years ago, or five hundred years ago?
Qian Jizi, Senior Brother and even the old monsters outside have all forgotten about it, right?
What is Master Yunxia doing? He is so powerful, but he just feels that he has no hope? He just wants to pass on his swordsmanship.
And the real successor... Qian Jizi turned to his senior brother Zhao Qiankun? There was a hint of pleading in his words: "So, senior brother? Isn't the junior brother suitable? Master really said that he is suitable."
…
Zhao Qiankun, who was pulled back from his thoughts, smiled: It’s a suitable P
You guys now? Aren't you still suppressed by me like a bereaved dog under Wangfengya?
And that Wangfengya... was struck with a sword by your most respected junior brother.
Zhao Qiankun, who sneered, thought of the invisible cliff and couldn't help but tremble deep in his soul...
Coming? That feeling, damn it? He thought about that day again.
That day was the result of the third consecutive day of quarrel between the brothers.
Everyone is exhausted? The newer disciples below are extremely uneasy.
Unable to continue like this, Zhao Qiankun compromised.
People on both sides came up with a compromise.
This method is very fast, very fast, that is to have a point-to-point fight.
None of them were carrying real weapons.
No magic weapon? No sword, no elixir to use.
They only took a wooden sword, either long or short, which was made overnight according to their most convenient weapon.
They are going to have a brawl.
A competition based solely on the body skills, skills, techniques and swordsmanship that one has learned.
The cultivation level of each of them is already above the Golden Elixir? The strongest is only the elementary level of Nascent Soul.
As long as you don't use weapons that can cause great damage, just these? It's the same as bare-handed melee combat.
There are no rules anymore.
Just like many years ago, when everyone went up the mountain together? When no one was convinced by anyone...
A fight? A fight? Whoever wins, wins.
This is not a playful melee, but a truly serious battle, a battle that can determine the leader of the Yunxia Sect.
"Then let's begin!"
"Then let's get started!"
Everything happened so naturally, and dozens of brothers fought together.
Their most trusted men surrounded the entire peak of Yunxia Peak.
Let these closest brothers and sisters decide the outcome.
The battle situation was very peaceful at the beginning, because as the senior brother, he led many people, and his cultivation level was much higher than that of the younger junior brothers.
But all this changed in one sentence from Qian Jizi.
Qian Jizi, who was about to lose, yelled at Cheng Yixin: "The real wealth of the Yunxia Sect lies in the main hall of the Yunxia Peak."
"Under the main hall, in the middle of the mountain, there is the fairy sword you dream of, which can be worthy of you!"
With just one word, the little junior brother who had been lying on the branch of a tree, holding the branch in his mouth and not wanting to participate in the occupation, suddenly turned over.
His eyes were frighteningly bright, like the blazing sun and fire. He stared at the countless messy battles fought by the group and asked: "Immortal sword?"
Qian Jizi yelled: "As you wish! Do you still want to do this?"
Who would have thought that the junior brother laughed and didn't even want to participate in the battle, but wanted to go directly to find the things left by the master.
"Oh, Qianjizi, I just said you have too many thoughts, right?"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you find the sword, you might be able to find the master!"
Everyone stopped and watched as the junior brother rushed into the main hall of the head of Yunxia Peak and stopped in front of the deep well in the center of the hall that the junior brothers had been speculating for a long time.
"Is Master hiding here?"
Qian Jizi did not dare to say that what he saw was the master throwing the shining fairy sword into it.
As if, very disgusted.
But he still nodded.
"That's easy to handle. Hurry up and pick up the sword."