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"He really looks like the Sect Master. Could he really be the Sect Master's hidden gem?"

"Nonsense, everyone knows that our sect master is devoted to cultivation, walking through a sea of ​​flowers without getting a single leaf on him. Even the saint girl from the Hehuan sect next door cannot shake the sect master's determination to pursue the Tao."

"Isn't it because the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect is a well-known sea king?"

"What's wrong with the Sea King? The Sword Son of Qiankun Sword Sect, the Holy Son of Hanhai Holy Land, and the Buddha Son of Sacred Heart Sect all volunteered."

The topic gradually deviated, and so far no one has recognized that the bloody man with disheveled hair beside Lu Chu's chair is their leader.

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"Quiet! No noise is allowed in the meeting hall!" Changmei Zhenzun frowned slightly and shouted coldly.

The young man in front of him was able to enter the core meeting hall of Qingyun Sect without being noticed, and he was also able to use the authority of the sect master. He remained calm in the face of pressure from more than a dozen mobile phone repairmen in the distraction stage.

Feng Ming was definitely not as simple as he appeared to be at the peak of the Golden Core Stage, and he couldn’t contact the Sect Master either, which was why he didn’t take direct action at the beginning.

To be on the safe side, he contacted the sect's ancestor from the Ming Dynasty, who was in the middle stage of the fusion stage, and was considered a top-level fighter in the current world of cultivation where Mahayana cultivators rarely come out and the number of people who can survive tribulations can be counted on one's fingers.

Unexpectedly, after just a short delay, this group of people started quarreling. This team is really hard to lead. The sect leader doesn't care, and most of the other elders only care about their own little piece of land. They fight almost every ten years over the division of sect resources.

If it weren't for the great kindness his master had shown him and the vow he had made to protect Qingyun Sect for two thousand years, he would have quit long ago.

Whether in terms of cultivation or seniority, Changmei Zhenzun was the highest among all the elders. After he spoke, everyone gave him face and kept silent.

Lu Chu watched the show with great interest and was forced to learn a lot of pink gossip about the major sects.

"Don't you all have any objections? If you do, please speak up. What's the point of hesitating? Don't be afraid. I promise I won't be angry. Otherwise, I will take it as your consent that you all agree with me being the leader."

"Where has the sect leader gone?" Changmei Zhenzun has not been able to contact Feng Qingyun, and divination cannot figure out the answer. The destiny is in chaos. Feng Ming in front of him may be the only one who knows his whereabouts.

"Feng Qingyun." Lu Chu pretended to think for a few seconds and clapped his hands. Xiao Jin cooperated and raised the man's face on the ground. "Isn't it right here? Sect Master Feng, you are so unpopular! No one can recognize you."

A familiar face appeared in front of Changmei Zhenzun. It was indeed Feng Qingyun, but how could he become like this?

"What did you do to our sect leader?" A true disciple shouted in a timid tone. His words were not lacking in confidence, but his mind was greatly shocked. It turned out that the high and mighty sect leader could also be defeated.

"Can't you see? Your sect leader is not strong enough. I beat him up badly, and he hasn't woken up yet. He is too weak. Aren't all the cultivators in your Qingyun Sect like this?" Lu Chu found that he really had the potential to be a villain. Hearing these words, he aroused much hatred.

"You are only at the peak of the Jindan stage, how can you defeat our sect leader? You'd better call out the person behind you." Changmei Zhenzun did not think that Feng Ming had such strength. Although he looked down on Feng Qingyun's character, his strength was still good.

"Don't believe it? I knew you wouldn't believe it! But fortunately, I was prepared, and the parties involved know best what happened." As he spoke, Lu Chu took out a small paper bowl, and the spicy smell spread throughout the hall in an instant.

Everyone looked at "Feng Ming" above in confusion, not understanding what he was doing with the chili water. Only a few people who had been to the government office in the human world could not help but close their eyes, and saw "Feng Ming" pour the whole bowl of chili water to the side.

The next second Feng Qingyun cried out in pain, but because he had injured his throat from shouting too much before, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "Feng Ming... Xiao Ming... please... kill... me."

He really couldn't bear it anymore. His ruthless heart had been completely shattered. Now he only had the cultivation level of the middle Nascent Soul stage, and it was still declining.

It is hard to imagine what kind of torture could make a great monk in the Spirit Severing Stage become so humble.

"Sect Master..." Changmei Zhenzun called softly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, after all, he was the child he had watched grow up.

Feng Qingyun recognized that this was the voice of Senior Uncle Changmei. Where was he now? The meeting hall? He looked up in horror. Almost all the elders and inner sect disciples and above of Qingyun Sect were here.

So they all saw the ugly behavior of the clan leader? How could he face them again in the future?

Feng Qingyun's pupils constricted, and he couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of shame and anger rising in his heart. Feng Ming really hated him to this extent!

He almost vomited blood due to his emotional ups and downs, but due to excessive blood loss, he only coughed up a few strands of blood and panickedly covered his face with his hair.

"You got the wrong person. I'm not... not Feng Qingyun."

Changmei Zhenzun couldn't help but sighed deeply, "What do you want me to do to let the sect master go?"

When he saw Feng Qingyun, he thought about taking action. If the dignified sect leader was humiliated like this, how would the Qingyun Sect maintain its reputation if the news got out?

However, the Ming Dynasty ancestor and the Qingye ancestor who had been sleeping for many years had just sent a message, expressly forbidding them to take action against "Feng Ming", and asking them to treat him as the most distinguished guest, satisfy all his requests, and the position of sect leader could be handed over to someone else.

The ancestors didn't want to do that, but the enemy was too powerful and they knelt down as soon as they met. If they hadn't obeyed their will quickly, they would have died by now.

Xiaoyi was very satisfied with the two men's understanding and generously spared their lives, which led to the subsequent voice transmission.

Lu Chu looked at him with a half-smile, "That's impossible! But I can guarantee that I won't hurt his life."

After receiving the promise, Changmei Zhenzun felt relieved, and then bowed slightly to Lu Chu and said, "Changmei greets the Sect Master."

The ancestor has spoken, what else can we do?

As Changmei Zhenzun bowed his head, the other elders and disciples followed suit.

"Meet the sect master!"

Lu Chu calmly accepted the worship of the crowd, and then said nonchalantly: "Everyone, get up."

It's a pity that no one came forward, but being put in a sack in the middle of the night is not bad either.

Changmei Zhenzun raised his head with a questioning look in his eyes.

"What, is there anything else?"

He shook his head and looked at Feng Qingyun, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

Lu Chu nodded with satisfaction. "You can do whatever you need to do. Although I bear the title of the sect leader, I will not be in charge of the affairs. To the outside world, Feng Qingyun is still the sect leader. That's it. You can all withdraw."

Everyone responded and left the meeting hall. Now only Lu Chu and Feng Qingyun were left in the hall.

Lu Chu turned to look at the distraught Feng Qingyun and asked with a smile, "Has Sect Master Feng ever thought about this day?"

"What exactly do you want?" Feng Qingyun's eyes flashed with helplessness, and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

"I learned all this from you!" Lu Chu raised his lips slightly and took back the little gold wrapped around him. "You can stay in the place where I used to live and spend your remaining years in peace. I will let Junior Sister Lin take good care of you."

Doesn't Lin Yuyao want to get in touch with Feng Qingyun? This is such a good opportunity.

Lu Chu patted his clothes, stood up, and only kept Feng Qingyun's seventh level of Qi Refining, which was equivalent to Lin Yuyao. "You don't need to have a high level of cultivation. You won't be able to use it in the future anyway."

Guan Shijing has another chance to appear on stage, and he is a little bit looking forward to what kind of dog-eat-dog drama the two of them will bring to him.

"You..." Feng Qingyun widened his eyes, and the feeling of humiliation surged into his heart again.

"Xiao Jin, you know what to do, right?" Lu Chu gave instructions and left the meeting hall. He was going to find other people to play with.

Xiao Jin shook the whip handle vigorously, indicating that he would definitely complete the task.

Lin Yuyao, who was temporarily unable to move in the dilapidated wooden house, suddenly received a big gift package that fell from the sky.