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The robbery was quite successful. I walked out of the the Wei family's residence with a satisfied heart, carrying a string of storage rings.
As I walked further away, I looked back. The people of the the Wei family, who had been flattened, were still standing in disbelief, staring at the mansion that had been destroyed in an instant. They erupted into screams. I returned to the sect once again.
In the sect, the disciples I had once protected still did not look kindly upon me, as if my succession as the sect leader had deprived them of the opportunity to climb to the peak.
Some disciples even pointed behind my back and said, "Look at his abilities, an ordinary person as the sect leader, it's truly laughable." "Ordinary people should stay in the Million Souls Flag." I nodded thoughtfully.
The original owner self-destructed the golden core to repel the demons in order to save the sect's disciples from being thrown into the Million Souls Flag and becoming one of the countless unjustly dead inside.
In the original plot, the original owner, who lost all his cultivation, did not receive any gratitude from any of the sect's disciples.
The only thing tied around the original owner's neck is a thin and long dark iron chain, which any random cultivator could easily cut with a sword to set the original owner free. But from beginning to end, no one was willing to do so.
I nestled in the Cangyao Grand Hall, refining all the robbed herbs into elixirs. I don't care how others see me. What I care more about is the upcoming grand competition.
The grand competition held every ten years is an opportunity for major sects to showcase their strength. The more powerful the sect, the more resources they will be allocated in the future. This will further assist in cultivation and aspiring to reach the peak of the Dao.
On the day of the competition, the audience below was bustling with excitement. Only I stood alone, with no one behind me. Despite holding the title of sect leader, I lacked the authority of one.
The disciples of the Cangyao Sect all hid behind Wei Zhao and Lin Qian'er, treating them as the sect leader and the leader's wife, leisurely watching me, hoping to see me fail in the competition so they could welcome the new sect leader back to the sect.
As usual, before the competition, we needed to draw lots. When the lot box was passed to me, Lin Qian'er was quick to act, reaching over my hand and swiftly drawing a lot and placing it in my arms, smiling triumphantly, "Senior sister, I took the liberty of drawing for you. I believe senior sister will definitely win the competition."
I glanced at the sign. It boldly displayed the title of the number one grandmaster of cultivation, the Qingxu Immortal Lord.
With great cultivation, one sword can cut through nine continents. Don't say that I am just a mortal. Even if the elders of the Cangyao Sect were still here, I'm afraid that they wouldn't be able to defeat this "Kidney Deficiency Immortal" even if they joined forces.
Lin Qian'er and Wei Zhao exchanged a proud glance. The two of them were dressed in a particularly bright and beautiful manner today.
I'm not dead yet. One of them assumes the position of sect leader, while the other acts as the sect leader's wife, both with an air of arrogance, treating the Cangyao Sect as their own. Wei Zhao looks like he's waiting for a good show.
"Since Senior Sister can't recognize her own strength, then let Qingxu Immortal Lord help Senior Sister understand that in the cultivation world, only strength is the truth."
The disciples of Cangyao Sect burst into laughter.
I looked disdainfully at everyone present, and finally fixed my gaze on "Kidney Deficiency Immortal."
In the original work, the helpless original owner was given to Qingxu Immortal Lord as a furnace by Wei Zhao.
In just three months, the original owner in his twenties had turned completely white-haired, aging by several decades. On the verge of death, his lifespan was nearly depleted.
But no one cares about the life and death of a powerless mortal. Today's sect competition is a good day to settle old scores and new grudges together!
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