Chapter Thirty-Two: In Front of Xing Tai

  What's going on at home?!

  Lian Jun heard this and frowned.

  Wen family, although it can't be compared to the Tianjian Sect, and is even inferior to the Murong family and the Nangong family! However, his own junior brother still can't represent the entire Tianjian Sect, and he won't be able to stay in the Tianjian Sect forever. Sooner or later, he'll have to venture into the Chongwu Continent. With the Wen family's strength, this junior brother of mine should at least have the strength of a Blue-grade warrior to protect himself!

  Just as he was about to persuade Wen Tianhe again, Guan Zhong's voice echoed in his mind once more.

  "Agree with him! Hmph! I'm Zhong's disciple, how can I be afraid of the insignificant Wen family!"

  Lian Jun heard his master's words, first stunned, then suddenly understood. His own master was probably intentionally letting this little junior brother experience the world, but...the Wen family...wasn't this kind of experience a bit too dangerous? However, since Master had already said so, this matter could only be settled like this.

  "How are you, elder brother?"

  Wen Tianhe's eyes flashed with determination as he looked at Lian Jun and asked. He was now anxious to hurry up and go to the back of the Heavenly Risk Peak to face the wall, so that he could let his Master Uncle help him reforge the Qingfeng Sword. As for the so-called position of Precept Elder, twenty years was not enough in his eyes compared to the importance of Qingfeng.

  Qīng fēng, dàibiǎo de bù dān zhǐ shì yī bǐng jiàn! hái yǒu shīfu duì zìjǐ shùshí nián rú yīrì de tiǎn xī zhī qíng!

  At the beginning, when Wen Tianhe learned of his master's death and received the Qingfeng Sword, he secretly vowed: As long as I, Wen Tianhe, live, the Qingfeng will exist! If the Qingfeng is broken, I will perish!

  "Good!"

  Looking at Wen Tianhe's hopeful face, Lian Jun nodded.

  "Big brother..."

  But it was the robust old man beside Ling Qingyan who hastily stood up and looked at Lian Jun. A purple-level warrior like him had exceptional hearing, and although Wen Tianhe's voice was not loud earlier, he could hear it clearly. The Wen family might not be anything to him, but for Ling Qingyan now, they were a powerful existence! He naturally did not want this newly acquainted, likable junior brother of his to fall into such danger.

  "Alright!"

  With a wave of his right hand, it was settled and could not be changed.

  "Brother Niu, it's nothing!"

  Watching Niu Shixiong, who had just gotten acquainted with him, stand up for himself, Ling Qingyan felt moved and advised.

  This ox senior brother wanted to say something, just opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, only because in the moment he opened his mouth, his brain also echoed with his master's voice.

  "Shut up, you little brat! Mind your own business or I'll slap you to death!"

  Although still resentful, the robust old man also shut his mouth tightly. His own master, that old fellow had spoken up, he naturally didn't dare to continue being presumptuous!

  "Big Brother Qingfeng, I'll trouble you to take this to Master Guan. I'm going to the back mountain now!"

  Fierce and swift, it's none other than Wen Tianhe of today. As soon as Wen Tianhe handed over the hilt of the Qingfeng sword to Lian Jun, a burst of purple true energy suddenly erupted from his body, and with a few leaps, he disappeared into thin air.

  Whether it was the people on the execution platform or the Tianjian Sect disciples standing beside it, they all wore the same expression at this moment, their eyes wide with shock and their mouths agape.

  Is there still someone who is eager to accept punishment? If it weren't seen with one's own eyes, no one would dare believe it.

  ………

  On the Xing Tai stage.

  Lian Jun was standing in the middle of the Execution Platform, facing the surrounding Tian Jian Sect disciples, as if he was about to announce something.

  The disciples of the Tianjian Sect beside Xing Tai, regardless of whether they were inner or outer sect members, all stared at Lian Jun on top of Xing Tai with burning eyes. This was their Tianjian Sect Master! Leading them to stand tall among the top forces in the entire Chongwu Continent, dominating the winds and clouds!

  "This Wen Yi, also has his own place in death," Lian Jun turned back to look at Wen Yi's corpse, and then loudly said to the Tianjian Sect disciples beside Xing Tai: "I know that the outer sect disciples, because of this Wen Yi matter, have complaints towards our Tianjian Sect upper echelons... Now, I say sorry to everyone!"

  With that said, Lian Jun bowed deeply towards the audience below.

  "It's none of your business, sir!"

  "Yes, it's all because of the old monk's habit, nothing to do with you, Master..."

  "It's definitely true that the Vinaya Elder has been hiding many things from you, Your Holiness...you are also unaware..."

  ……

  The disciples of the Tianjian Sect were in an uproar, and they all expressed that Lian Jun didn't have to go to such extremes, as these matters had nothing to do with him. At the same time, in the eyes of these disciples, especially those of the outer sect, there was a hint of tears welling up, and some of the female outer sect disciples were already sobbing quietly.

  What a great master! I am willing to bow down to their outer door disciples! How can they not be moved?!

  The master of the Tianjian Sect, in the eyes of outer sect disciples, has always been a god-like existence. But today, this god-like figure is actually bowing to them for a loser within their own sect!

  Indignant! Moved! Respect!

  A multitude of different emotions suddenly filled their chests, at this moment they only felt that this life was worth it to be a disciple of the Tianjian Sect, even if they were just an outer sect disciple.

  No regrets in this life!

  In the years to come, when they lay on their deathbeds, they could proudly tell their grandsons and even great-grandsons: "Your grandfather, your ancestor was once an outer disciple of the Tianjian Sect! Our sect master was Lian Jun! He had bowed to me!"

  ………

  Watching Lian Jun stir up the emotions of the disciples below, Ling Qingyan's face flashed with a hint of surprise, and then he smiled as he looked at Lian Jun, thinking to himself: "This cheap senior brother of mine is actually quite skilled in the way of controlling those below. This move didn't cost him anything, and it even increased his prestige among the Tianjian Sect disciples."

  As the leader of an underground force in his previous life, Ling Qingyan was well-versed in the art of ruling subordinates. Otherwise, one day he might inadvertently disappoint his subordinates due to some careless actions, and accumulate grievances over time, until they eventually rebelled against him!

  Under Ling Qingyan's gaze, Lian Jun stood up straight, raised his hands and pressed down, calming the excited emotions of the disciples at the edge of the platform. He then boomed in a loud voice: "The Discipline Elder Wen Tianhe has been dismissed, the position of Discipline Elder is now vacant. Here, I announce the new candidate for the position."

  His words ended, his sharp eyes swept over the several elderly men who had come with him...

  These elder-level figures, feeling the piercing gaze, all pretended to be unaware, as if they hadn't seen anything at all. In their eyes, the Precepts Elder? If I really take on this task, won't it exhaust my old bones?! I still want to live a few more years, go find someone else! Just don't come looking for me and that's fine!

  Lian Jun saw this and was also helpless, immediately looking at Fan Yi Ran with a pleading expression.

  Fan Yiran was taken aback, but then saw the pleading in Lian Jun's eyes and nodded slightly. After all, Lian Jun was his junior fellow disciple under the same master, and he couldn't bear to make things difficult for him at this moment.

  "I declare," he saw Fan Yiran nodding, Lian Jun turning around, "from now on, the position of Precept Master will be concurrently held by Sword Master Fan Yiran!"

  After the announcement, Lian Jun came to Ling Qingyan's side and pulled him over, standing together with him. Looking at the crowd of Tianjian Sect disciples beside the stage, Lian Jun smiled and introduced, "These elders behind me, most people should have recognized them already? And this young man is my master's disciple, also our group of old men's younger brother, named 'Ling Qingyan'."

  Wow! Wow! Wow!

  It's all messed up! Everything is messed up!

  The disciples of the Zhongtian Sword Sect next to the Xing Tai looked at Ling Qingyan with a gaze full of horror. Earlier, when they heard the former Precept Master Wen Tianhe call this young man in front of them "young brother", they thought it was just Wen Tianhe being delirious due to his grandson's death... But now, Sect Master Lian Jun's announcement made them have no choice but to believe!

  Around eighteen years old! A first-generation disciple of the Tianjian Sect!

  At this time, behind the crowd, a pair of astonished eyes were also staring tightly at Ling Qingyan standing beside Lian Jun on the stage. The woman's voice was faint and shallow, "I didn't expect, I didn't expect him to be the Sect Master's junior brother. No wonder, no wonder he said he wasn't afraid of that Precept Elder before."

  This woman was none other than Li Qing, the outer sect female disciple who had been rescued by Ling Qingyan from Wen Yi's hands earlier.