Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Guan Xinyue mocked without hesitation:

"This is why I want to replace you. If you continue to be the leader of the Wenxian Sect, the sect will be doomed sooner or later!"

Yes, she would finish it.

Lu Bucai was so angry that his whole body was shaking: "How can this be absurd, how can this be absurd!"

Things have come to this point. If he continues to be a coward, he is not worthy of being the leader of a sect.

He had no choice but to strike first with his sword. Unfortunately, he was inside the cave, and the space was very small, so the power that the spirit sword could exert through magic was really limited.

When those moves were launched, they either hit the ceiling of the cave or the wall. Some of them bounced back and landed on him, making him extremely flustered.

Ye Qianzhong couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Guan Xinyue also found it a bit funny, so she simply used her umbrella as a spear and stabbed it straight at Lu Bucai's face.

Lu Bucai's training was primarily in magic, so he had no defense against this kind of close combat. He crouched down, nearly falling to the ground, using all his strength to barely dodge the attack, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

But before he could recover, Guan Xinyue's second shot came towards his face.

This was the Nan family spear technique Guan Xinyue had learned in the first small world she had traveled through, and now it was filled with spiritual power. How could a melee weakling like Lü Bucai resist it?

After only three or five rounds, Lu Bucai's right shoulder was pierced by the tip of the umbrella.

The blood flowed down the ribs of the "Sad and Desolate Umbrella" and then was absorbed by the red gauze and disappeared.

In severe pain, cold sweat broke out on Lu Bucai's forehead.

During the fight, he also tried to send out signals to ask for help from the various peak masters and elders of the sect, but all the messages were blocked by the barrier set up by Guan Xinyue and could not be sent out at all.

Guan Xinyue smiled and said:

"Master Lu, please stop bothering me. I won't kill you."

"But there is a condition for your survival. From today on, you must accept Liu Shirong as your last disciple. After a hundred years, you can hand over the sect to Liu Shirong for management."

"No, this is impossible..."

Lu Bucai gnashed his teeth. Why? He already had three direct disciples under him.

Although his aptitude is inferior to that of Qingyun Peak, he doesn't have to accept a son-in-law from an external sect as his last disciple, or even as the next sect leader.

However, what he said was: "What is your relationship with Liu Shirong? Didn't his Dantian get destroyed? How can he be the sect leader?"

Guan Xinyue shrugged: "That's none of your business. Just say whether you agree or not."

"No, no way..."

Lu Bucai was still trying to be stubborn, but before he could finish his words, he discovered with horror that his spiritual power was rapidly draining away through the wound on his shoulder.

"What's going on? What did you do to me, you witch?!"

He shouted and tried to pull his body out from under the umbrella, but how could Guan Xinyue do as he wished?

The sword continued to thrust forward, and blood and spiritual energy flowed even faster. Guan Xinyue laughed and said, "Hasn't the Sect Master noticed before that every time you practice or use your energy, your spiritual energy will escape?"

Lu Bucai shuddered. "How do you know? Was it... you who did this?"

Guan Xinyue nodded:

"Yes, if I want, I can make your spiritual power dissipate faster. Didn't you feel it just now?"

She smiled and said, "So think about it again. Do you want to agree to my conditions? Your realm has almost dropped to the initial stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, right?"

"If you agree, I can try to slow down your realm decline. That way, when Liu Shirong becomes the sect leader in the future, even if your realm declines, your life won't be too bad."

"How about I make your spiritual power disappear completely today?"

As he spoke, the Chaos Technique was absorbed faster through the umbrella ribs, and Lu Bucai immediately felt his spiritual energy draining away at a faster rate. Horrified, he nodded rapidly:

"I agree, I agree, please don't do it, I already agreed, isn't that enough?"

"Tomorrow I will hold a disciple-taking ceremony and make Liu Shirong my last disciple. From now on, no one in the sect will dare to bully him."

Guan Xinyue didn't care whether Liu Shirong would be bullied or not. What she wanted was for the Wenxian Sect to be in chaos and unable to develop.

There was no way, since she had no good feelings towards this sect, and it was not easy to destroy it.

It would be better to let them fight among themselves for fun.

Moreover, Lu Bucai's realm was too high. If she absorbed all his spiritual power at once, she was afraid that she would be promoted immediately.

It’s better to scare him and keep him to play with slowly.

In this way, Guan Xinyue, under the banner of Lü Bucai, once again stayed in the Wenxian Sect with great fanfare. However, now her identity was no longer the eldest sister of Qingyun Peak, but an honored guest specially invited by Lü Bucai.

Lu Bucai cleaned up a cave for her in Wuliang Peak, and Ye Qianzhong lived next door to her.

The two caves are less than a hundred meters apart.

Guan Xinyue: “…”

Guan Xinyue repaired Liu Shirong's dantian and fed him the loyalty pill.

With her current attainments in medicine, poison and pill making, this is a piece of cake.

Then he told him about his idea of having Lu Bucai accept him as his disciple and passing the position of sect leader to him in the future.

Liu Shirong was so moved that tears filled his eyes.

He and Guan Xinyue had no old grudges against each other. Although they had drawn swords against each other in the Youlan Secret Realm, it was just an ordinary conflict of interests.

As for the destruction of her spiritual roots in the illusion, Guan Xinyue would never admit that she had anything to do with it. That was Xiaoli's fault, wasn't it?

Anyway, now that Liu Shirong was able to repair his Dantian, he felt nothing but gratitude towards Guan Xinyue. Moreover, Guan Xinyue had promised him a bright future.

As for my feelings towards the Tianjian Sect, they are long gone.

In the past hundred years since he became a cripple, he had experienced all kinds of human warmth and coldness. It can be said that now, whether it is the people of the Tianjian Sect or the Wenxian Sect, they are all shit in his eyes.

He just wanted to live a better life and give those who had looked down on him for over a hundred years a slap in the face. He also wanted to show mercy to Sect Master Gong when he met him in the future. That was all.

It can be said that Liu Shirong's current mentality is exactly what Guan Xinyue wants most. She doesn't want to support someone who is solely focused on developing the leader of the Asking Immortal Sect to come out and compete with the Luoyun Sect.

Not to mention that Liu Shirong's cultivation improved by leaps and bounds after he resumed his practice.

An uninvited guest came to Guan Xinyue's cave that day. It turned out to be the original owner's second senior brother Mu Yuze. Guan Xinyue was quite surprised.

"Junior Sister Guan, I hope you are well..."

Mu Yuze smiled bitterly and said, "I wonder if Second Senior Brother would still have the honor to come here and ask for a cup of spiritual tea?"

Guan Xinyue glanced at him.

Mu Yuze didn't drink any alcohol today, unlike the drunken state he had that day, and he was dressed quite neatly.