Evil Master and Disciple

"Whose am I anymore? Who is mine? Master, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word you say."

Ye Feng savored Master Uncle's words and felt even more confused.

Ye Fuyou said: "You are so smart, don't you understand?"

Ye Feng shook his head slightly and said, "I don't understand. Who can I be without? I'm just a few good friends like Fang Tong. I open a shop to make money, just like I collect high-grade magic weapons and various magical powers. It's just a personal hobby. I don't want to recruit troops to fight for the position of the head... Wait..."

At this point, Ye Feng's eyes widened.

He sat up from the bed, his eyes brighter than an owl's in the darkness.

"Wait... Let me think this through... Uncle Master, you mean that I'm involved in the struggle for the throne, but I don't belong to Fu Jinghong or Dugu Changkong?"

"You're not too stupid."

"How is this possible! Master uncle, don't scare me! Master uncle, what on earth is going on?!"

Ye Fuyou said slowly: "How else could it be? Your rise has attracted the attention of the second brother, so he set up a stage for you to compete with Dugu Changkong and Fu Jinghong.

With the second brother's cultivation and physical condition, living another hundred years is not a problem, and he is not in a hurry to choose a young leader.

Judging from the current situation, he has not yet completely decided on the candidate for the future successor, otherwise he would not have chosen to protect Dugu Changkong when it comes to stealing the spiritual vein of the eye of the absorption array.

He wants the three of you to fight and see who is the best among you.

But compared to his two disciples, you are too weak.

Dugu Changkong and Fu Jinghong have been involved in the fight for the throne for twenty or thirty years. They both have their own council of elders and a large number of followers.

You've just risen to prominence, and your strength is too weak to compete with them. That's why the second brother secretly helped you open the Lingbao Pavilion, allowing you to accumulate a large amount of funds and connections, allowing you to rise quickly, and helping you to a level where you can compete with his two disciples. Now you should understand."

After hearing what Master Uncle said, Ye Feng's mind was in a mess.

He felt this was too absurd.

From the first day he came into this world, Ye Feng's biggest dream was to practice Taoism and fulfill his childhood dream of flying on a sword.

Later, after reaching the realm of flying in the sky, his dream became to marry a few beautiful fairies as his wives.

Ye Feng never thought about competing for the position of headmaster.

If Ye Feng didn't think that he was being pressed step by step by his senior brother, he would not have gotten too close to that Shamatte non-mainstream person.

Now the master uncle came to tell him that he had been noticed by the head master uncle and that the position of head master might be passed on to him in the future. This made Ye Feng completely confused.

It took him a long time to recover and he said, "Master, these are just your guesses, it's definitely not like that!

I, Ye Feng, am careless and have a bad character. In Yunhai Sect, I am the notorious Ye Daba.

Whether in terms of cultivation, reputation, or personality, I am not the candidate to be the number one leader.

The head master is a man of extraordinary learning and accomplishments. How could he be so blind as to take a fancy to me?

Being the head of a sect is like being an emperor; one must be trained and educated from a young age. How can one just pick up anyone on the street and have them do the job? This is a joke!"

Ye Feng found various reasons to refute Master Uncle's analysis.

This can't be true!

If the leader intentionally trains him and lets him compete with Dugu Changkong and Fu Jinghong, wouldn't that be pushing him into the fire pit?

He now owns countless mountains of gold and silver, the little green-haired Sanzhier, and endless spirit crystal veins.

He was now ready to extend his evil claws to Shuang'er's piglet, and even had chosen the names of the eight children he would have with Shuang'er in the future.

If I were to fight for the position of the head, not to mention whether my and Shuang'er's eight unborn children would be able to see their father.

Dugu Changkong and Fu Jinghong alone could eat him alive.

Ye Feng didn't think that his Thirteen Guardians, composed of a few scum and villains, could defeat Fu Jinghong and Dugu Changkong.

Within three days, he would most likely be buried in the mass grave on the mountain behind Luoxia Peak.

From the beginning to the end, Ye Feng's ambitions were not big.

He just wants to save his life, have a wife and children, and has never wanted to be a leader.

Moreover, his personality is only suitable for being a free and easy immortal, not a leader.

"Ye boy, stop kidding yourself. If I were in the second-in-command's position, I would probably do the same."

"Why? Master, are you also cerebral palsy and blind?"

"What are you talking about, little brat? I'm your uncle, don't be disrespectful, I'm telling the truth.

You're only sixteen years old, yet you've easily made it into the top ten of the Doufa class. You possess a blood-refined divine weapon. Most importantly, you're the only legitimate descendant of Grandmaster Dugu in a thousand years.

Although Uncle Master Dugu would occasionally teach some magic spells to the disciples of Yunhai Sect, he had never passed on the Three Swords of God-Slaying to anyone.

Although he has only taught you the first move, Dawn Breaking, so far, since he has taught you one move, he will definitely teach you the next two moves as well.

Not to mention that the second brother has not yet decided who will be his successor. Even if he has already appointed a young leader, facing your situation, he will definitely think of changing the crown prince.

Although the second brother appears to be broad-minded, he is actually very selfish. All he wants is two words: inheritance.

The power of the Three God-Slaying Swords far surpassed the Yunhai Sect's various sword techniques. This power, representing the highest realm of sword principles, could only be passed down through successive generations of sect leaders and could never be practiced by anyone other than the sect leader. Otherwise, the power and prestige of the Yunhai Sect leader would be greatly reduced.

In the past two thousand years, the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art and the Tai Chi Mysterious Dao Art have maintained the authority of the head of the sect.

In order to maintain the authority of the sect leader, these two high-level mental and magical powers could not be passed on to the elite disciples and elders of the Yunhai Sect. They could only be practiced by the disciples of the sect leader, which greatly restricted the development of the Yunhai Sect.

But if the great-grandmaster had passed down the Three God-Slaying Sword Styles, the situation would have been completely different.

The head of the sect no longer needs to rely too much on the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art and the Tai Chi Mysterious Dao Art to consolidate his status and power. He only needs the Three Swords of God-Slaying Style as one magical power.

The Red Sun Heart Thunder Art and the Tai Chi Mysterious Dao Art can be passed on to the outstanding elders in the Elder Council, or even ordinary inner disciples, thereby greatly improving the overall strength of the Yunhai Sect.

If you want to complete the God-Slaying Three Swords Style and pass it down only among successive sect leaders, the best way is for you to succeed him as the sect leader a hundred years later. Only in this way can you ensure that the God-Slaying Three Swords Style can only be passed down from generation to generation by the sect leader.

If you don't become the headmaster, the situation will be more complicated. You will eventually accept disciples, have children, and pass on the Three God-Slaying Sword Style to your own disciples and descendants. Even if you selflessly hand over the Three God-Slaying Sword Style to the headmaster, your lineage's inheritance will not be cut off, and the Three God-Slaying Sword Style may even spread from your hands.

Unless you don't accept any disciples, don't have any children, and don't pass on the Three God-Slaying Sword Style."

Ye Feng listened to Master Uncle's long speech in a daze.

He wanted to refute, but didn't know how.

There seemed to be a voice deep in my heart telling me that what the master said was right.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly in his heart.

He was entangled in the Three Sword Styles of God-Slaying that he had learned from his ancestors, but now it had become a rope that hung him on the southeast branch.

If I had known this, I wouldn’t have learned this trick.

Seeing Ye Feng remained silent, Ye Fuyou continued, "Your master is very clever. He can be said to be the smartest among the six of us. If you don't believe what I say, you can tell Old Six what happened in Lingbao Court tomorrow morning and see what he has to say."

"But...but I'm not the master's direct disciple."

“The Yunhai Sect doesn’t have a written rule that the next Sect Leader must be a disciple of the previous Sect Leader.

In the thousands of years of Yunhai Sect's history, there have been several cases where the successor was not the master's true disciple. This is nothing to be surprised about."

"Uh... the emperor didn't pass the throne to his son, but to his nephew? Is that even possible?!"