After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

The bonfire banquet was very lively. From time to time, fellow disciples would stand up and perform wonderful shows, such as sword dancing, knife show, or using magic spells to perform bizarre and magnificent scenes... In the end, everyone took advantage of the wine to dance and sing together around the bonfire.

The dancing flames illuminated the young and energetic faces, and the snow-white disciples' uniforms seemed to be printed with the most brilliant sunset, painting a bonfire picture of extreme life on the top of Qiming Mountain.

Jiang Liqian had never participated in such a lively event in her previous life. Firstly, no one invited her, and secondly, she was too busy.

In addition to handling the affairs of the Qiankun Sect, she also has to seize every minute to practice and cultivate her swordsmanship, in order to live up to the title of the Qiankun Sect's eldest sister.

The crackling flames flickered unique spots of light under the night sky. Shui Lian'er drank too much and held Jiang Liqian tightly, saying that she wanted to take Jiang Liqian as her master, but she also cried that she could not help her at the critical moment.

Jiang Liqian raised her hand, wanting to use her spiritual power to dispel the alcohol in her body so that she wouldn't get too drunk, but was stopped by Qin Beiyao. He held a skewer in each hand, roasting it over the fire, and said, "She almost thought she had really lost you, her sister, and she's been under a lot of pressure. Let's let her indulge herself today."

When Jiang Liqian heard this, surprise flashed across her eyes, and then her eyes darkened.

But he withdrew the hand that was about to release spiritual power to her.

"Here, it smells delicious." Qin Beiyao handed her the grilled skewers, then naturally took Shui Lian'er and handed her another skewer, then carefully wiped the crumbs from the corners of her mouth.

Jiang Liqian was sitting opposite them and watching them, and a hint of envy flashed through her heart.

Being close since childhood and being in love in the future, this is the true destiny, right?

Looking back at her so-called destined marriage.

It's just ridiculous.

Unconsciously raising a glass of wine, she lowered her eyes dejectedly and drank it all in one gulp.

Happiness always seemed to belong to others, and she was always separated from it by mountains and seas.

When the bonfire banquet was at its climax, a sword light suddenly cut through the darkness and landed on the bonfire. The raging fire was completely extinguished by the cold water poured over its head.

Only gray-white smoke rose into the sky behind him.

The man didn't care whether the ashes on the firewood pile would stain his shoes and clothes. He just stood with his hands behind his back under the stars and the moon. He had a square face with a little bit of blue stubble on his chin, and his temperament was simple and could not be ignored.

The disciples were already drunk, and suddenly someone showed up to spoil their fun. It was inevitable that they were angry. Some of the drunken disciples were even more daring. Without even seeing the man's face, they pointed at him and yelled, "Hey, you up there, who are you? Why are you messing with us? Don't you know this is a celebration for our survival in Qimingzhai?"

"Get down here now!"

A disciple nearby echoed, "That's right, come down quickly!"

"There are really all kinds of people these days."

"He's not here to beg for food, is he? Or does he want to join us in a fight?"

"Are you stupid? Look at him, does he look like a good person?"

"What a bummer! Who are you? Do you know who I am?"

The middle-aged man standing on the pyre wore a gentle smile as he looked at the disciple who had spoken last. His voice was neither salty nor bland, and no warmth could be heard: "Oh, Li Mingjue, how come this elder doesn't know who you are? Tell me your name."

The familiar voice and the familiar smile immediately sobered the originally drunken disciple to the point of almost losing his temper. He hurriedly stood up and saluted him: "Disciple, disciple... greets Elder Cao."

My teeth almost bit my tongue, which was unable to be straightened.

His face was filled with panic, and his calves began to tremble.

He was a disciple of the outer sect. Among the five elders of the outer sect, the fifth elder Cao Shenyi seemed to be the easiest to talk to and always had a little face for everyone, but in fact he was the most difficult to talk to. Not only did he agree with him to come down, he also called himself "young master" in front of him... He simply didn't know how he should die.

He was almost scared to tears.

If the Fifth Elder remembered his "impudence" today and did not let him suffer in the future, and also blocked his hope of being promoted to the inner gate, then he would really be in tears.

In Qimingzhai, most of the disciples were from the outer sect, almost accounting for half of the disciples. Of course, they all knew the name of the fifth elder. When they heard Li Mingjue tremblingly calling the elder, they all widened their eyes in horror and sobered up instantly.

In a short while, all the "big words" just now disappeared, and the disciples knelt on the ground.

The other inner disciples and direct disciples realized who this person was when they saw this. Although they were puzzled as to why the outer disciples had such respectful expressions, they remembered that the other party was an elder after all and they were disciples, so they still had to perform the necessary etiquette.

So they all bowed and saluted the middle-aged man.

"Greetings, Elder Cao."

Cao Shenyi did not ask the outer disciples to stand up, but raised his hand and used his spiritual power to help the inner disciples and personal disciples who were paying their respects to stand up.

He had a good-natured smile on his face, and his eyes seemed to soften as he looked at his disciples.

"Qimingzhai's abbot, Jiang Yueming, has been punished for personal reasons and will not be out for a while. After discussion and decision by the administrative hall, I, the elder, will temporarily take over the duties of Qimingzhai's abbot. For the next two months, I will fulfill my duties conscientiously and do my best to teach you.

"This elder doesn't want to interrupt your fun, but the Administration Hall has issued an order, and this elder cannot disobey. It's getting late tonight and the dew is heavy. It's not suitable to continue playing around. It's best for everyone to go back and rest.

"This is our first meeting in Qimingzhai, and I don't want to punish you according to the sect rules. Please don't make things difficult for me, okay?"

He used both kindness and severity, saying both good and bad things, and his disciples could only listen in silence.

Gathering together for fun was indeed against the sect rules. They had originally come to celebrate their survival, and since Jiang Yueming was not in Qimingzhai, they had the courage to act recklessly. However, they had never expected that the administrative hall would issue an order so quickly, letting Elder Cao from the outer sect take over the position of teaching director, and they happened to catch them in the act.

At this moment, no disciple dared to say a word of dissatisfaction. They all hung their heads and shoulders, and no one knew if it was because of the spiritual wine, but they all looked listless.

Cao Shenyi was very satisfied with everyone's performance, and then he really relaxed his expression and raised his hand to signal the outer disciples who were still kneeling to stand up.

All the outer disciples concentrated and held their breath, not daring to make a sound. No one dared to say a word to support his partiality.

After all, as long as the inner disciples and direct disciples stay with Elder Cao for two months, their own resources and future have nothing to do with Elder Cao, but they are different.

How much resources they can get and whether they can become inner disciples before others all depend on Elder Cao's likes and dislikes. Who dares to offend him?