“Yes, but the other side's methods are extraordinary; I and the Sect Leader are still unable to contend,” Jiang Zheng said, spreading his hands.
This explanation was too casual, so casual that it seemed like a careless fabrication, not even worth explaining.
Just like that, his gaze met Mo Wentian's directly, with a hint of provocation hidden in his eyes.
But he wasn't noticed by the other party. The crowd discussed it, and after a long while, sighed and accepted the result.
The cultivator alliance had lost another brave general.
“Alas, everything Fellow Daoist Wu did for Anzhou will be remembered,” Mo Wentian also sighed.
At this moment, someone spoke up: “Now that Fellow Daoist Wu has unfortunately died, did the Spirit Creek Diagram fall into enemy hands?”
As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes lit up.
A low-grade spiritual treasure! No one didn't covet it. If they could hold a low-grade spiritual treasure in their hands, it wouldn't be impossible to kill enemies across realms. Even crossing two minor realms, they could contend for a bit and retreat safely.
“What? Are you plotting against my Spirit Creek Sect's spiritual treasure?” Jiang Zheng glared coldly, golden light emerging from his body, as if he would attack at the slightest disagreement.
“Young friend, what are you saying? Now that disaster is at hand, if the Spirit Creek Diagram can be temporarily used by someone with high cultivation, it would be a blessing for the people of the world. If the Spirit Creek Diagram is in your hands, you might as well take it out. It will be returned to you after this matter is over.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes lit up.
“Heh heh,” Jiang Zheng sneered, giving that person a deep look, “Good plan, Jiang Zheng will remember you.”
Having said that, he flung his sleeves and left, without the slightest intention of tangling with the crowd any further.
“This… …!”
“Hmph! A mere Golden Core Initial Stage cultivator, yet so arrogant!”
As Jiang Zheng angrily left, some people felt they couldn't save face. It felt like punching cotton, and the key was that they had lost face.
Mo Wentian's eyes were calm, not knowing what he was thinking.
After leaving Wyvern Mountain, Jiang Zheng did not hesitate for a moment and went straight to the Spirit Creek Sect's base.
The Spirit Creek Sect's base was located on a very important battlefield, where many elders were resisting powerful enemies.
A mountain peak.
Many temporary, simple houses were nestled on top of it.
Under the night, there were specks of spiritual light. Those weren't stars, but disciples watching the horizon on their swords.
As Jiang Zheng descended, he quickly gathered all the elders and disciples with some status within the sect.
During this time, Jiang Zheng also specifically ordered someone to transmit a message to Dan Changfeng, earnestly requesting him to return quickly.
A relatively spacious house was packed with people.
Jiang Zheng sat in the main seat, his expression sorrowful.
“Elder Jiang, what is the matter that you have summoned us so urgently?” An elder asked.
“Don't rush, let's wait for the Old Ancestor to return,” Jiang Zheng waved his hand.
Seeing this, the elders could only wait patiently. Although they and Jiang Zheng were now both elders, their statuses were already vastly different.
The other party's Golden Core cultivation was there. In this meeting, without the Sect Leader present, Jiang Zheng had the final say.
What's more, those disciples could only stand aside and wait patiently.
Before long, a golden light appeared beside everyone.
Dan Changfeng's figure was revealed, his brows slightly furrowed.
“So urgent, what happened?”
“Old Ancestor.”
“Old Ancestor.”
“……”
Everyone stood up and respectfully saluted.
“Old Ancestor…” Jiang Zheng also stood up and cupped his hands, immediately revealing a shocking piece of news.
“Sect Leader Wu, he… he has fallen!”
“What?!”
“This… …!”
“How could this be?!!”
“……”
A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone was shocked.
The Sect Leader had died?!!
“What did you say? What exactly is going on?!” Dan Changfeng asked excitedly, with an incredulous expression.
The grief on Jiang Zheng's face became even more intense, and he slowly explained the reason he had prepared in advance.
Outside the house, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
Everything was so quiet, only the cold wind was wailing, rolling up the invisible fallen leaves, and the rustling sound made everything seem so uneasy.
About an hour later.
Jiang Zheng single-handedly fought off everyone's inquiries, making the lie seamless. So far, no one suspected that Wu Yazhi's death had other secrets.
“This is the sect's treasure that the Sect Leader finally sent out at the cost of his life,” Jiang Zheng sighed and took out the Spirit Creek Diagram.
Dan Changfeng took the Spirit Creek Diagram and couldn't say a word for a while.
A desolate atmosphere spread in everyone's hearts. Anzhou had encountered such a disaster, and the Sect Leader had died.
Everyone's hearts were extremely empty. For a time, they only felt a sense of shared grief, not knowing what their fate would be in the future.
Could Anzhou safely survive this calamity?
Could the Spirit Creek Sect safely survive this calamity?
Everything was unknown… …
“Alas… …” Dan Changfeng sighed for a long time, seeming to have aged a lot in an instant.
He was old and was already an old bone from the same era as Mo Wentian. He watched the sect's new stars fall generation after generation.
He felt a sense of desolation in his heart, almost no less than losing his son.
Lan Tianyu and Wu Yazhi were his senior brother's disciples, and he had watched them grow up. Now, one was crippled, and the other died in battle.
“Please also have the Old Ancestor take over the position of Sect Leader. The Spirit Creek Sect cannot be without a leader for a day!” Jiang Zheng shouted with cupped hands.
“Please also have the Old Ancestor take over the overall situation!”
“Please also have the Old Ancestor take over the overall situation!”
“……”
Everyone followed Jiang Zheng and shouted in unison, their eyes eager.
They placed all their hopes and the future of the sect on the old man in front of them.
Dan Changfeng held the Spirit Creek Diagram and scanned the crowd.
After a long time, he sighed.
“No…”
He shook his head with a wry smile, then turned his gaze to Jiang Zheng.
“This old man is old, and the bloody battle is imminent. This old man has lived enough and played enough… …
The future belongs to you young people. There are not many of our generation left alive now, and this old man should also exert his remaining heat.”
As soon as the words fell, anyone could hear the meaning of facing death in Dan Changfeng's words.
Yes, this battle had only just begun, and many people had already died, but even more people would die.
Obviously, the Old Ancestor, who had lived for countless years, was already prepared for the battle to face death.
He wanted to make a final fight for Anzhou and leave a peaceful and prosperous world for the younger generation of Anzhou cultivators.
“Old Ancestor… …”
“Old Ancestor!”
“Old Ancestor… …!”
Everyone's voices choked up.
“Jiang Zheng, listen to the order!”
Dan Changfeng ignored everyone, his expression became serious, and he gave a stern shout.
“Present.” Jiang Zheng responded, his expression solemn.
“From now on, you will be the tenth generation Sect Leader of the Spirit Creek Sect!”
Dan Changfeng raised the Spirit Creek Diagram high and shouted loudly, “Ancestors are above! May eternal glory descend!!!”
“May eternal glory descend!!!” Everyone shouted in unison and saluted Jiang Zheng in unison.
“Jiang Zheng… receives the order!” Jiang Zheng looked at everyone.
At this moment, it was as he wished, but not as he felt.
The sense of accomplishment of achieving the expected plan was completely absent.
In the expectant gazes of everyone, in Dan Changfeng's trusting gaze.
He took the Spirit Creek Diagram, as if he had taken on a heavy burden.
He stood on the high platform, waved his hand, and his body flashed with spiritual light. As the spiritual energy surged, his red hair danced with it.
In the next moment, the spiritual light dissipated, and the purple robe on his body turned into a bright golden robe.
Raising the Spirit Creek Diagram high, he looked at everyone, took a deep breath, and his expression turned cold again.
Jiang Zheng said loudly: “Spirit Creek Sect… long live!”
“Long live!”
“Long live!!!” Everyone shouted again, their eyes expectant, and their empty hearts seemed to be at peace.
At this moment, the Spirit Creek Sect, which had been passed down for thousands of years, passed on its inheritance in a simple wooden house.
Dan Changfeng patted Jiang Zheng on the shoulder, his eyes gratified, but he didn't say anything, but walked out of the house.
“Disperse,” Jiang Zheng waved his hand to everyone.
Everyone saluted and respectfully took their leave.
Jiang Zheng flashed out of the house and appeared on the mountain peak, and in front of him was Dan Changfeng's figure.
He didn't feel surprised, as if he had known that the other party was waiting for him here.
“You've come?” Dan Changfeng looked at the bright moon, his voice calm.
“Old Ancestor.”
“The person that Mu Xi has set her sights on is indeed extraordinary,” Dan Changfeng turned to look at him and smiled slightly.
“Thank you for the Old Ancestor's praise.”
“Would you like to sit with this old man for a while?” Dan Changfeng asked for his opinion.
After that, the two sat on the cliff of the mountain peak, one looked up at the bright moon, and the other looked at the mountains.
“I always feel that Xiao Ya's death is strange,” After an unknown amount of silence, Dan Changfeng suddenly spoke.
This explanation was too casual, so casual that it seemed like a careless fabrication, not even worth explaining.
Just like that, his gaze met Mo Wentian's directly, with a hint of provocation hidden in his eyes.
But he wasn't noticed by the other party. The crowd discussed it, and after a long while, sighed and accepted the result.
The cultivator alliance had lost another brave general.
“Alas, everything Fellow Daoist Wu did for Anzhou will be remembered,” Mo Wentian also sighed.
At this moment, someone spoke up: “Now that Fellow Daoist Wu has unfortunately died, did the Spirit Creek Diagram fall into enemy hands?”
As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes lit up.
A low-grade spiritual treasure! No one didn't covet it. If they could hold a low-grade spiritual treasure in their hands, it wouldn't be impossible to kill enemies across realms. Even crossing two minor realms, they could contend for a bit and retreat safely.
“What? Are you plotting against my Spirit Creek Sect's spiritual treasure?” Jiang Zheng glared coldly, golden light emerging from his body, as if he would attack at the slightest disagreement.
“Young friend, what are you saying? Now that disaster is at hand, if the Spirit Creek Diagram can be temporarily used by someone with high cultivation, it would be a blessing for the people of the world. If the Spirit Creek Diagram is in your hands, you might as well take it out. It will be returned to you after this matter is over.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes lit up.
“Heh heh,” Jiang Zheng sneered, giving that person a deep look, “Good plan, Jiang Zheng will remember you.”
Having said that, he flung his sleeves and left, without the slightest intention of tangling with the crowd any further.
“This… …!”
“Hmph! A mere Golden Core Initial Stage cultivator, yet so arrogant!”
As Jiang Zheng angrily left, some people felt they couldn't save face. It felt like punching cotton, and the key was that they had lost face.
Mo Wentian's eyes were calm, not knowing what he was thinking.
After leaving Wyvern Mountain, Jiang Zheng did not hesitate for a moment and went straight to the Spirit Creek Sect's base.
The Spirit Creek Sect's base was located on a very important battlefield, where many elders were resisting powerful enemies.
A mountain peak.
Many temporary, simple houses were nestled on top of it.
Under the night, there were specks of spiritual light. Those weren't stars, but disciples watching the horizon on their swords.
As Jiang Zheng descended, he quickly gathered all the elders and disciples with some status within the sect.
During this time, Jiang Zheng also specifically ordered someone to transmit a message to Dan Changfeng, earnestly requesting him to return quickly.
A relatively spacious house was packed with people.
Jiang Zheng sat in the main seat, his expression sorrowful.
“Elder Jiang, what is the matter that you have summoned us so urgently?” An elder asked.
“Don't rush, let's wait for the Old Ancestor to return,” Jiang Zheng waved his hand.
Seeing this, the elders could only wait patiently. Although they and Jiang Zheng were now both elders, their statuses were already vastly different.
The other party's Golden Core cultivation was there. In this meeting, without the Sect Leader present, Jiang Zheng had the final say.
What's more, those disciples could only stand aside and wait patiently.
Before long, a golden light appeared beside everyone.
Dan Changfeng's figure was revealed, his brows slightly furrowed.
“So urgent, what happened?”
“Old Ancestor.”
“Old Ancestor.”
“……”
Everyone stood up and respectfully saluted.
“Old Ancestor…” Jiang Zheng also stood up and cupped his hands, immediately revealing a shocking piece of news.
“Sect Leader Wu, he… he has fallen!”
“What?!”
“This… …!”
“How could this be?!!”
“……”
A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone was shocked.
The Sect Leader had died?!!
“What did you say? What exactly is going on?!” Dan Changfeng asked excitedly, with an incredulous expression.
The grief on Jiang Zheng's face became even more intense, and he slowly explained the reason he had prepared in advance.
Outside the house, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
Everything was so quiet, only the cold wind was wailing, rolling up the invisible fallen leaves, and the rustling sound made everything seem so uneasy.
About an hour later.
Jiang Zheng single-handedly fought off everyone's inquiries, making the lie seamless. So far, no one suspected that Wu Yazhi's death had other secrets.
“This is the sect's treasure that the Sect Leader finally sent out at the cost of his life,” Jiang Zheng sighed and took out the Spirit Creek Diagram.
Dan Changfeng took the Spirit Creek Diagram and couldn't say a word for a while.
A desolate atmosphere spread in everyone's hearts. Anzhou had encountered such a disaster, and the Sect Leader had died.
Everyone's hearts were extremely empty. For a time, they only felt a sense of shared grief, not knowing what their fate would be in the future.
Could Anzhou safely survive this calamity?
Could the Spirit Creek Sect safely survive this calamity?
Everything was unknown… …
“Alas… …” Dan Changfeng sighed for a long time, seeming to have aged a lot in an instant.
He was old and was already an old bone from the same era as Mo Wentian. He watched the sect's new stars fall generation after generation.
He felt a sense of desolation in his heart, almost no less than losing his son.
Lan Tianyu and Wu Yazhi were his senior brother's disciples, and he had watched them grow up. Now, one was crippled, and the other died in battle.
“Please also have the Old Ancestor take over the position of Sect Leader. The Spirit Creek Sect cannot be without a leader for a day!” Jiang Zheng shouted with cupped hands.
“Please also have the Old Ancestor take over the overall situation!”
“Please also have the Old Ancestor take over the overall situation!”
“……”
Everyone followed Jiang Zheng and shouted in unison, their eyes eager.
They placed all their hopes and the future of the sect on the old man in front of them.
Dan Changfeng held the Spirit Creek Diagram and scanned the crowd.
After a long time, he sighed.
“No…”
He shook his head with a wry smile, then turned his gaze to Jiang Zheng.
“This old man is old, and the bloody battle is imminent. This old man has lived enough and played enough… …
The future belongs to you young people. There are not many of our generation left alive now, and this old man should also exert his remaining heat.”
As soon as the words fell, anyone could hear the meaning of facing death in Dan Changfeng's words.
Yes, this battle had only just begun, and many people had already died, but even more people would die.
Obviously, the Old Ancestor, who had lived for countless years, was already prepared for the battle to face death.
He wanted to make a final fight for Anzhou and leave a peaceful and prosperous world for the younger generation of Anzhou cultivators.
“Old Ancestor… …”
“Old Ancestor!”
“Old Ancestor… …!”
Everyone's voices choked up.
“Jiang Zheng, listen to the order!”
Dan Changfeng ignored everyone, his expression became serious, and he gave a stern shout.
“Present.” Jiang Zheng responded, his expression solemn.
“From now on, you will be the tenth generation Sect Leader of the Spirit Creek Sect!”
Dan Changfeng raised the Spirit Creek Diagram high and shouted loudly, “Ancestors are above! May eternal glory descend!!!”
“May eternal glory descend!!!” Everyone shouted in unison and saluted Jiang Zheng in unison.
“Jiang Zheng… receives the order!” Jiang Zheng looked at everyone.
At this moment, it was as he wished, but not as he felt.
The sense of accomplishment of achieving the expected plan was completely absent.
In the expectant gazes of everyone, in Dan Changfeng's trusting gaze.
He took the Spirit Creek Diagram, as if he had taken on a heavy burden.
He stood on the high platform, waved his hand, and his body flashed with spiritual light. As the spiritual energy surged, his red hair danced with it.
In the next moment, the spiritual light dissipated, and the purple robe on his body turned into a bright golden robe.
Raising the Spirit Creek Diagram high, he looked at everyone, took a deep breath, and his expression turned cold again.
Jiang Zheng said loudly: “Spirit Creek Sect… long live!”
“Long live!”
“Long live!!!” Everyone shouted again, their eyes expectant, and their empty hearts seemed to be at peace.
At this moment, the Spirit Creek Sect, which had been passed down for thousands of years, passed on its inheritance in a simple wooden house.
Dan Changfeng patted Jiang Zheng on the shoulder, his eyes gratified, but he didn't say anything, but walked out of the house.
“Disperse,” Jiang Zheng waved his hand to everyone.
Everyone saluted and respectfully took their leave.
Jiang Zheng flashed out of the house and appeared on the mountain peak, and in front of him was Dan Changfeng's figure.
He didn't feel surprised, as if he had known that the other party was waiting for him here.
“You've come?” Dan Changfeng looked at the bright moon, his voice calm.
“Old Ancestor.”
“The person that Mu Xi has set her sights on is indeed extraordinary,” Dan Changfeng turned to look at him and smiled slightly.
“Thank you for the Old Ancestor's praise.”
“Would you like to sit with this old man for a while?” Dan Changfeng asked for his opinion.
After that, the two sat on the cliff of the mountain peak, one looked up at the bright moon, and the other looked at the mountains.
“I always feel that Xiao Ya's death is strange,” After an unknown amount of silence, Dan Changfeng suddenly spoke.
