The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

The inheritance of the Lingwei Sect also piqued Ning Tinglan's interest.

After all, the swordsmanship of the Lingwei Sect has had a profound influence on later generations.

Xuanzhu, being quite perceptive, said, "I am a Buddhist cultivator. Although the Lingwei Sect's heritage is precious to me, it is not as beneficial as that of you fellow Daoists."

"Senior Qian Sui, please put this humble monk down nearby. Thank you."

While they were struggling inside the painting, the original rankings were completely reshuffled.

Unlike the Nanhua Sect and Wuji Dao Sect, which are full of talented people, he needs to accumulate more points to ensure the ranking of Chanyin Temple.

Xuanzhu gave up voluntarily, and Qian Sui put him down as he wished.

Only Yun Yici and his two fellow disciples remained on the scroll.

Ning Tinglan glanced at Yun Yici and Mu Yunjian and said, "Senior Qian Sui, please put me down as well."

Yun Yici stopped her, saying, "Wait a minute."

She said to Qian Sui, "The three of us are fellow disciples, sharing joys and sorrows. If you truly acknowledge the Lord, the other two of us will have no objection to your choice of one of us."

"But we must go to the place of our heritage together."

Ning Tinglan said in surprise, "Junior Sister, why do you have to do this..."

He thought that since the demon cultivators in Muyunjian didn't need the inheritance of the Lingwei Sect.

He and Mu Yunjian went down one after the other, leaving Yun Yici alone. The spirit of the artifact had no choice but to choose her.

Yun Yici said, "Fair competition, and the inheritance is not necessarily limited to one person."

"Legend has it that the Lingwei Sect has three thousand disciples, and even if a few are left over, it would be enough for us to share."

These words warmed Ning Tinglan's heart, but due to his aloof nature, he couldn't say anything more.

Mu Yunjian sat in place, seemingly deep in thought.

He rarely spoke after his identity as a fox spirit was revealed.

The sincerity of the three senior and junior disciples, who were selfless and always thinking of each other, was reflected in the eyes of the elders outside the water curtain.

Feng Nian sighed to Wen Fuyue, "You really have raised some good disciples."

Who wouldn't covet the legacy of the Lingwei Sect?

Unfortunately, his apprentice wasn't chosen by the artifact spirit, and he knew nothing about him.

The elders of the Wuji Dao Sect were so angry they nearly fainted the moment they heard about the inheritance.

The male elder, who had previously been in charge of Yin-Yang Wen Fuyue, angrily exclaimed, "This artifact spirit is simply incomprehensible!"

Such an important matter as the inheritance was not told to us immediately, but was only revealed secretly after Lu Yiguang left!

If Lu Yiguang had known about the Lingwei Sect's legacy, he definitely wouldn't have left.

This clearly shows they don't take the people of the Wuji Dao Sect seriously!

The Buddhist practitioners at Chanyin Temple remained calm and composed, as Xuanzhu had already made what he believed to be the right choice.

Li Wanying frowned and said to the furious male elder, "If you continue like this, go back first, and don't embarrass my sect."

"The matter of inheritance is only the one-sided story of the artifact spirit. Over the past thousand years, those locust-like rogue cultivators have not only plundered the Rakshasa Illusion Sea clean, but our disciples have also entered and exited it dozens of times. When have they ever heard of any inheritance?"

Her words quickly calmed the envious male elder down.

Yes, if this were a tradition, it would have been taken long ago.

The elders of the Wuji Dao Sect quickly composed themselves, ready to watch the Nanhua Sect's performance unfold. Only Qin Zhen, standing to the side, had a bad feeling.

Within the water curtain, Ning Tinglan and Mu Yunjian naturally followed Yun Yici's every word.

This attitude led Qian Sui to choose Yun Yici as his master without hesitation.

Of course, this is only one reason. Another, more important reason is the Huai Chuan Sword in Yun Yici's hand.

He believed himself to be slightly inferior to this sword, for a good bird chooses its tree to perch on.

If Yun Yici can make Huai Chuan submit, what reason does he have to be coy?

A contract was signed on the spot with one person and one painting, a burst of inspiration, and the master-servant contract was completed.

Almost at the moment the master-servant contract was signed, Yun Yici sensed a tiny white fox portrait hidden in an inconspicuous spot in the landscape painting they were in.

The fox in the painting didn't dare move when she looked at it, but instead showed a fawning expression.

Now that Yun Yici had become the master of Qian Sui, he could naturally see the other party's expression clearly.

Fearing that her expression would reveal the little fox's whereabouts through the water curtain, she glanced at it once and then turned to Ning Tinglan and the other person.

Yun Yici's knowing but not speaking reassured Qian Sui.

He sent a friendly message to Yun Yici, saying, "Master, when we arrive at the place of inheritance, I can lead your two senior brothers into the illusion."

He had not previously acknowledged a Lord, so everyone could hear what he said.

Now that they have acknowledged each other as masters, they can naturally chat privately with Yun Yici without any reservations.

Yun Yici said, "I am not a two-faced person who speaks sweet words but harbors daggers. My senior brothers treat me with sincerity. If you continue to ask me to scheme against them, I will have to reconsider our relationship."

Her words filled Qian Sui with immense fear, and he quickly said, "I'm sorry, Master."

After a long while, Qian Sui asked again, "Would the master like to bestow a name upon me?"

Yun Yici said, "Speaking of which, you and Huaichuan are both my seniors. Don't call me master anymore. Just call me Xiaoci like my master does."

She always felt strange whenever Huai Chuan called her Sword Master while bearing Shen Huai Chuan's appearance.

She mentioned it to Huai Chuan once, but Huai Chuan insisted on calling her Sword Master, saying that etiquette should not be disregarded.

This time, taking advantage of the opportunity of Qian Sui recognizing the master, we also corrected Huai Chuan's way of addressing him.

"Qian Suixiang is the name left by your previous owner, so there's no need to change it."

Ning Tinglan and Mu Yunjian knew that the painting had been subdued by Yun Yici, and sitting on it again made their tense muscles relax a lot.

Mu Yunjian asked, "Are we going to find the inheritance now?"

Yun Yici said, "Yes."

The beautiful scenery before my eyes drifted by like smoke and clouds, but I couldn't see anything through the twilight clouds. My heart felt like it was being gripped by something, and the closer I got to that place, the more panicked I became.

He was expectant, but also vaguely felt uneasy.

He had a premonition that if he went there, he might lose everything he cherished.

Yun Yici also sensed Mu Yunjian's anxiety. She wondered if the inheritance was not from the Lingwei Sect, but rather the demon bloodline destined for Mu Yunjian.

She had a vague idea, so she took out the mother-child talisman that Fang Yunni had given her from her storage bag, attached a communication talisman to the mother talisman and handed it to Mu Yunjian.

Mu Yunjian took the talisman and discovered its secret with a slight movement of his fingers, but he did not show it on his face and carefully put away the talisman given to him by Yun Yici.

Yun Yici handed another communication talisman to Ning Tinglan, saying, "Although communication talismans are barely useful in this secret realm, they should be able to communicate if we are separated in the same place later."

The two had a huge fight outside, but they also knew that family scandals should not be aired in public, so even the arrogant Mu Yunjian did not object to this action.

The scroll that Qian Sui transformed into flew for a long time, passing countless stars, and finally found the most special one among them.

The dim, hopeless black stars hung silently high above the sea of ​​stars.

Amidst a vast sea of ​​stars, it stands alone and isolated, with no teleportation array in any other plane capable of reaching it.