Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 49: Deprivation of the status of sect leader?

"This battle was dangerous, but at least we held on." Zhenyang waved his hand indifferently.

Although he was weak, he seemed to be in good spirits. "Everyone, you must practice well for the next month. The monsters in Tianyuan are still rampaging, and we must be prepared for the Zhengyang Sect to rotate again after the Pingding and Lingyun Sects take over next month. Especially you, Jian'er..."

This time I went for him, but what about next time?
The sect will not make unlimited investment in ordinary disciples. After a maximum of nine years of instruction, if the disciple still fails to show full talent or create enough profits for the sect in some aspects, then the best approach is to cut losses in time.

Just as the sect elders had planned before—

To clear the forest out of the way.

If you don’t want to leave, that’s fine.

Then go and accept the challenge of the Tianyuan Demonic Crack. If you can successfully come out alive, you will have at least one year of development time and will not be dispatched repeatedly in a short period of time.

The Zhengyang Sect recruits disciples every year. Those disciples who have already left the sect but have not severed ties with the sect are the main force guarding the Tianyuan Demon Gap.

If Lin Jian can pass this level, he will have the same qualifications as those people.

Or, demonstrate sufficient earning ability in life and career.

"I heard from your Senior Sister Ma that you have a talent for spiritual plants. If possible, start taking orders from the sects. It will be too late if you delay. You are the last disciple I will accept, and I want to see the day when you truly graduate."

After hearing his master's earnest teachings, especially considering that he was still planning for his future even though he was already in this situation, Lin Jian couldn't help but ask, "What about you?"

His hands and feet were crippled and his cultivation level declined.

What will Master do in the future?
"Me?" Zhenyang smiled, and as if his wound was touched, he bared his teeth.

After taking a few breaths, he laughed proudly, "I haven't accepted any disciples in recent years because I also want to save time to reach the Nascent Soul stage again. Don't look at me like this now, everything will be fine once I reach the Nascent Soul stage. For us cultivators, this little injury is nothing. Don't worry, Master is not that fragile."

As he spoke, Zhenyang even wanted to use his remaining arm to show off his biceps, but he was suddenly interrupted by a burst of laughter coming from outside.

"Zhen Yang, are you welcome to come and see my apprentice's residence?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyu, who had been standing quietly to the side, suddenly rushed out with a frown on his face. "Who is this blind person farting? What's a dog barking in my master's mansion?"

"Hey! Isn't this Junior-Martial-School-Nephew Li Qingyu?" The voice that broke in unexpectedly wasn't angry. "Junior-Martial-School-Nephew Qingyu has become even more beautiful. Are you interested in returning to the sect and letting me, your uncle, train with you for a while?"

"Get out of here, mother!" Li Qingyu gave the visitor no respect at all. "This is my master's residence. All outsiders, get out of here and stop causing trouble."

"Your master's?" The visitor laughed. "It will no longer belong to your master soon. Considering our friendship over the years, why don't you allow me to come and check it out in advance?"

The visitor sniffed intoxicatedly, "Hmm~ Not bad! It's a good place that old man Zhenyang chose. The concentration of spiritual energy is even better than that of my mansion. It's not bad to give it to my apprentice."

As the voice approached, a figure as large as a small mountain squeezed through the doorway and appeared before Lin Jian and the others. "Huh? Zhenyang, all your disciples are here! Haha, that's perfect. Let them all know so they don't come and bother my disciples during their cultivation in the future."

Zhen Yang looked at the newcomer and asked calmly, "Wu Tian, ​​what do you mean by this?"

The burly man grinned, "You don't know yet, do you? You're crippled, so you definitely don't know what the elders just decided. Zhenyang, you'll soon no longer be the Sect Leader, so naturally, this house won't belong to you anymore. It just so happens that one of my disciples has reached the Golden Core stage and wants to become Sect Leader, so your house is a suitable gift for him. Do you think it's okay for me to come over and take a look early?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyu was the first to rush forward and try to grab the other person by the collar, "What did you say?! The sect is going to deprive my master of his qualifications as the sect leader?!"

The leader of the Zhengyang Sect can receive a certain amount of monthly salary. In addition, if he teaches his disciples well, he will receive additional assessment rewards. The most important thing is that this mansion is equivalent to a small paradise. The concentration of spiritual energy is even better than the Spirit Gathering Square shared by unfinished disciples.

If the qualification of the sect leader is revoked, it means that the monthly salary will be gone and the blessed land will also be lost.

All the wealth and land are gone, how can Zhenyang improve his cultivation in the future?

How can one achieve Nascent Soul if one's cultivation cannot be improved?

If I fail to achieve Nascent Soul, will I have to live in this broken body for the rest of my life?

Li Qingyu, who rushed forward, was easily slapped away by the other party. Wu Tian looked at her coldly and smiled, "Why? Is it strange that this old man was stripped of his status as the sect leader? Don't you see what kind of people you are? Is there a single good-for-nothing disciple he taught in the Zhenyang Sect? Now that he's in trouble, how many people besides you guys will remember him? His disciples are all useless, and he's old and disabled. Does he really expect the sect to support him for the rest of his life?!"

"Before the whole sect is informed, I advise you to leave in a respectable manner. By the way, old man, I remember that you were quite good at alchemy when you were young. If you are willing to make elixirs for me, I would consider finding you a job. As for this house, clean it up as soon as possible. I don't want my apprentice to see something unlucky and get upset."

"Get lost!" Li Qingyu was already extremely angry. He didn't care that there was a whole level of difference in cultivation between them, and punched the other party in the face.

Wu Tian, ​​who is also a physical cultivator, does not tolerate his juniors. His muscles suddenly swelled up in a breath, and then he punched Li Qingyu face to face.

With a "bang", Li Qingyu flew backwards, broke a screen and hit the wall heavily. The moment he landed, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wu Tian's temper flared up as he strode towards Li Qingyu, angrily saying, "I've been so tolerant of you because you're my junior, but I never thought you'd dare to attack an elder! Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Zhenyang for not respecting your teachers!"

"Enough!" Zhenyang shouted angrily.

"Senior Sister!" Senior Brother and Senior Sister Ma were also worried and wanted to rush over to protect her.

But Zhenyang was injured and disabled, and Senior Brother and Senior Sister Ma had not seen a battle for a long time.

Whether it is reaction or combat power, it is obviously not enough to force back Wu Tian, ​​who is also the leader of the sect.

At the critical moment, a figure arrived first and blocked Li Qingyu's way...

(End of this chapter)