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Chapter 203 The next Holy Son of the sect! The open and secret struggles of the various peaks! (Subscribe for monthly tickets)

Qingshan Sect, on a floating island above the sky, on the shore of a lake without any ripples.

An old man in green clothes was holding a fishing rod and fishing quietly.

In the pavilion at the back, there were several old men sitting. Their robes were of different colors, but all had the logo of Qingshan Sect.

They drank tea and chatted casually.

"The rescue team is back?"

An old man in green sitting in the upper left seat asked this.

Yan Nanfeng beside him nodded slightly: "They arrived at the sect yesterday, but when they arrived, Xiao Chu was brought out by Lin Mo and a disciple from the Wuji Academy."

The old man in green shirt asked in confusion: "Why did the rescue team come back so late?"

When Yan Nanfeng mentioned this, a smile appeared on his face:
"Jin Peng reported this matter to me yesterday. It is related to the disciples of the Taoist Academy..."

When several old men heard this, they also looked over curiously.

After listening to Yan Nanfeng's description of the whole process, he couldn't help but laugh.

But someone discovered a bright spot.

"Since it took the array cultivators several days to find the center of the array, how did Lin Mo lead his men out in less than a day?"

The person who spoke was Dean Dai from Danyuan.

Yan Nanfeng smiled and said, "I heard that it was for divination."

"Divination?"

Dean Dai was stunned for a moment, then reacted:

"Oh, I almost forgot, which lineage he is from."

After saying that, he pursed his lips and said:

"You are always being mysterious and not practical at all. If you ask me, Lin Mo might as well follow me and follow the path of external alchemy. With his talent in the path of alchemy, his future achievements will be limitless!"

Dean Qin from the Spirit Academy nearby showed a curious expression:

"Oh? Lin Mo really has a unique talent in fire? In that case, doesn't that mean he also has the talent to become a weapon refiner?"

Dean Dai choked:
"Tsk, you blacksmiths are worse than those fortune tellers from Luoxing Peak."

The acting dean of Jiugong Pavilion, Dean Shangong, said quickly:
"Uh, two deans, strictly speaking, this little friend Lin Mo is from our Jiugong lineage, so don't fight for him."

Dean Dai stood up with his hands on his hips and said:

"Xiaoshan, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but don't forget where your Jiugong Pavilion's annual funding comes from. With your little output, how can you recruit so many disciples every year?"

After that, he pointed at Dean Qin of the Spirit Academy and said, "And you, Xiao Qin! You guys are just a bunch of blacksmiths. You only made a little money in the past few years when Diyuan Jiuzhou was doing infrastructure construction. Don't think you can be on par with our Alchemy Academy!"

"Don't forget that the Spirit Academy still has several hundred-year-old IOUs owed to my Dan Academy. Calculating the interest... there should be hundreds of thousands of spirit stones!"

For a moment, Dean Dai was firing on all cylinders.

Yan Nanfeng coughed and said, "Mr. Dai, Young Friend Lin has already decided on his master. We can't let him give up his current inheritance. That is Luoxing Peak..."

Dean Dai sneered and said:
"I almost forgot about your Sword Academy. You are the ones who wrote the most IOUs. Can you pay the interest this year?"

Yan Nanfeng shut his mouth immediately.

The killing has gone mad, it has gone mad!

Dean Zhao from the Sports College nearby shrank his neck, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible, with an expression that said, "If I say something, they can't say anything about me."

Among the five major departments of Qingshan Sect, the Dan Department seems to be ranked second, but in fact it is the "industrial pillar" of the sect.

The sect can continue to operate without the Sword Academy, but without the Alchemy Academy, it will soon shrink due to the "debt" problem.

Don’t think that cultivating geniuses is free. In fact, these carefully selected geniuses are like money-eating beasts.

The better the talent, the more resources it will consume before it is truly "developed".

Of course, if it can grow, the rate of return in the future will still be considerable.

The love that a sect gives to its disciples is even comparable to that given by parents.

After Dean Dai's speech, the deans and vice deans in the pavilion lowered their heads to drink tea and began to play deaf and dumb.

"Humph!"

He snorted twice, his expression like a victorious general, his short body standing straight, as if he was the tallest person present.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly, a cough came from the front.

The people in the pavilion calmed down a little, and the old man in green who was fishing in front of them said in a hoarse voice:

“Haha, I didn’t expect that after several decades, I could still see several academies competing for a disciple. It seems that Luoxing Peak has accepted another good disciple.”

Hmm? Why do you say again?

Dean Dai frowned and looked at the old man not far away.

The old man fishing was none other than the third generation leader of Qingshan Sect, and the only leader of Qingshan Sect who was not a swordsman.

His voice was not loud, but he was able to instantly suppress the irritable Dean Dai and the other deans in the room.

Yan Nanfeng also smiled and said, "Among the new students this year, Lin Mo is not the only genius. Xiao Chu from our Sword Academy is also good."

"This year is a year of great harvest for our Qingshan Sect and other Taoist academies. It has been a long time since we have come across an Immortal Ranking with such high gold content."

Upon hearing this, the headmaster's hoarse old voice contained a hint of relief:
"I heard that Zhongzhou, Qingzhou, and Liangzhou have also seen numerous geniuses appear on the Immortal Rankings in recent years. After many years, our Diyuan Jiuzhou has finally ushered in a golden age again."

"Okay, that's great!"

"The great era has arrived, and these young talents are the hope for the future of Diyuan Jiuzhou."

here we go again……

Yan Nanfeng frowned. He and the deans present had heard the headmaster say this more than once.

What great era has arrived? Even those of them who are considered to be among the best in the Nine Provinces of Diyuan cannot figure out what the "great era" is.

Could it be referring to the era of great cultivation?

It has been two or three hundred years since we entered the era of great cultivation.

The Master's words did not seem to refer to the Great Age of Cultivation.

They exchanged glances.

Dean Dai shrugged: The master has Alzheimer's disease and started talking nonsense again.

Yan Nanfeng raised his eyebrows: Mr. Dai, please restrain yourself.

Dean Qin: What on earth is this great world? We have been talking about it for so many years. Why don’t I see any great world?
Dean Shangong pondered: Since the master said so, he must have his reasons. In terms of age, he is one of the earliest ascenders in the Nine Provinces of Diyuan.

Dean Dai pouted: Tsk, you bootlicker!
Dean Zhao: I don’t know, I don’t exist…

As their eyes exchanged, the leader who was fishing in front suddenly spoke:

"The time is almost ripe. Let's inform everyone that within ten years, Qingshan Sect will re-select the next Saint Son of the Sect."

The deans were stunned. Sect Saint Son, this is a very ancient title.

If it were today, there would be another simple and easy-to-understand nickname, which is the successor to the next leader.

However, the selection of the next successor to a sect is usually done when the current leader is about to die.

However, the master in front of him is only over a thousand years old.

Compared with his unfathomable cultivation, this age is nothing.

And judging from his appearance, he doesn't look like his end is near.

"Master, why is this?"

Yan Nanfeng finally couldn't help asking, "Qingshan Sect is now prosperous and it is a period of rapid development for the sect. Why are they in such a hurry to select a Saint Son?"

The headmaster's hoarse voice came:
"It's not just us. Most of the eleven Taoist temples in Zhongzhou have already selected their Saint Sons, and the rest are also actively preparing for this matter."

"Besides this, the same is true for the Taoist temples in other states."

"The great age has arrived, and we in the Qingshan Sect don't have much time left."

"Ten years is the last time I have to buy you."

Hearing this, the deans present were all shocked.

All the Taoist temples in the Nine Provinces of Diyuan have begun preparations to select the Holy Son or Holy Daughter?
If only one or two sects did this, it would not be enough to surprise them.

However, almost all Taoist temples were preparing for this matter, which forced them to take it seriously.

Yan Nanfeng wanted to ask something more, but he heard the headmaster say: "Okay, today's meeting ends here, you can go down."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves.

Several top leaders in the cultivation world who were sitting in the pavilion did not even put up any resistance before they were teleported out of the floating island by an unstoppable force of Taoism and returned to the clouds above the green mountains.

Several people stood floating in the air, looking at each other.

"Master, what do you mean by this? Why did you suddenly think of selecting a Holy Son? And why did the other Jiuzhou Daoist academies do the same?"

Dean Qin's face was full of confusion and puzzlement.

Yan Nanfeng frowned and said, "Since the dean did this, he must have his reasons. However, the matter of the Holy Son is of great importance. Where should we start?"

Dean Dai laughed out loud: "This old man is finally going to abdicate. In my opinion, the Holy Son should let our Alchemy Academy disciples take over! Without the financial support of our Alchemy Academy, how can this sect operate?"

Are you starting to fight over it now?

The other deans were startled and suddenly reacted.

Dean Qin laughed and straightened his back instantly:
"Mr. Dai, that's not what you mean. We also have many outstanding disciples in the Spiritual Academy."

Dean Shan Gong smiled and said, "Electing a Saint is not like choosing a God of Wealth. It depends on talent and state of mind. Our disciples of Jiugong Pavilion are no less capable!"

Even Dean Zhao, who had always been pretending to be invisible, silently raised his hand and said, "Well... I think our physical education school disciples are also good. They are hardworking and willing to fight on the front line for the sect."

Yan Nanfeng frowned even more deeply: "The headmaster hasn't said anything yet, why are you guys fighting for it..."

"Deputy, get out of here!" Dean Dai waved his hand impatiently, interrupting him, and continued to shout at the rest of the people: "You'd better think carefully before you speak, or I'll send the IOU to your hospital tomorrow!"

The other deans did not give in.

Are you kidding me?
It's just an IOU. If he supports his own disciple to become the head of the sect, the debt can be easily written off!
So, someone immediately refuted it.

"Let's put it this way. Besides, you guys in the Alchemy Institute are all a bunch of researchers who never go out. How can you have the time to be a saint son?"

"That's right. Compared to that, we in Jiugong Pavilion have much more free time and are fully capable of taking on this position."

"..."

For a moment, the air turned into a "vegetable market" and several high-ranking deans began to argue.

The old man who was fishing above sighed and waved his hand again:
"Noisy."

As soon as the words fell, several deans were scattered by a burst of true energy like bowling balls and thrown back to their respective peaks...

"These guys are so abominable!!!"

After Dean Dai was kicked back to his alchemy room, he couldn't hold back his anger and jumped up and cursed.

At this moment, his favorite disciple Mu Kongqing walked in from outside and asked curiously: "Teacher, what happened? Who made you angry again?"

Dean Dai gritted his teeth and was about to speak, but then he closed his mouth and said after thinking for a moment:

"Don't do your other work today. First, make a training plan for elite disciples in the Dan Academy. The total period is scheduled to be ten, no, five years!"

"For the first phase of investment, let me think about it... I will invest 5 million spirit stones first, and the total period will be 30 million spirit stones."

Mu Kongqing immediately exploded and said:
"Old Dai, are you crazy? This is the output of the Alchemy Institute for many years. What kind of elite plan are you planning? Isn't our current Alchemy Institute competitive enough?"

Dean Dai shook his head:

"It's not that there is not enough volume, but the direction of volume is too single. From now on, our Alchemy Academy will not only focus on alchemy, but also on cultivation, management and other aspects!"

Mu Kongqing heard this and asked in confusion: "You finally realized the importance of management? Are you ready to take charge of the main hall office again?"

Dean Dai coughed and said:

"That's not what I meant... Anyway, don't worry about it. This elite plan must be implemented, and you are one of them."

"And I?"

"Yes, not only you, but also Xiaozhuang, Xiaoge, Xiaojia... all of them are included!"

"so many people!?"

Mu Kongqing was a little surprised, because among these people there were not only people from their lineage, but also disciples from other major factions in the Alchemy Academy.

But without exception, they are all outstanding inner disciples among the three generations of disciples.

Dean Dai slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, right, include Lin Mo as well. Don't miss any of them. Anyway, we don't have anything else in the Alchemy Academy, but we have too many spirit stones to count!"

Mu Kongqing still frowned, not understanding why his teacher was going crazy again.

But what he didn't know was that not only his own teacher, but also the deans of other departments of Qingshan Sect, the first thing they did after returning to their own peaks was to quickly convene the vice-deans and elders of the departments to start a council meeting.

Selecting the sect's holy son is definitely an unprecedented event for the entire Qingshan Sect!

……

……

At this moment, at the top of Luoxing Peak.

A young lady in colorful clothes looked at the crystal ball in front of her, her eyes sparkling:

"Haha, interesting, interesting. They've actually started selecting the sect's Saint Son again. If I remember correctly, the last Saint Son was Senior Brother Nine, right?"

She touched Bai Jie's flawless chin and snorted:
"Hehe, even if Senior Brother Nine is gone, this sect's Holy Son should belong to our Luoxing Peak. Are other schools qualified to get involved?"

"Don't worry, Junior Brother, I will help you get this sect's Holy Son!"

After saying that, she folded her hands and sneered.

(End of this chapter)