Chapter 87: The Position of the Chief Disciple of the Main Lineage

Dusk gradually fell.

On the hillside, Fang Wang walked slowly forward, his golden-scaled white feathered clothes were stained with blood, and even his face was covered with blood. Xiao Zi lay on his shoulder, also covered in blood.

He walked to a big rock and sat down. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on him, making half of his face dark. The mountains between him and the setting sun were full of corpses of huge poisonous insects, and there were also corpses of Qingchan Valley demon cultivators, which were shocking.

Tired!

Tired like never before!

Fang Wang put the Tiangong Ji into the Baoling space, and he exhaled a turbid breath. At this moment, he didn't want to do anything, not even want to take in air, just want to empty his mind for a while.

Before this battle, he longed for the opportunity to fight with all his strength. This time, he did his best, but there were too many enemies, which exhausted his spiritual power and strength. After using the black dragon to break the Ten Thousand Poison Formation, he killed hundreds of miles all the way. Those demon cultivators didn't dare to fight with him, but they released poisonous insects crazily during the escape to buy time for themselves.

Fang Wang didn't know how many poisonous insects he had killed, but fortunately, the golden scales and white feathers could block the splash of poison.

And the existence of the fighting heart could make him enter the most perfect fighting state, and no poisonous insects or spells could sneak attack him.

Looking back on this battle, he realized his shortcomings. His fighting power could sweep away most of the cultivators in the Condensation Realm, but he was only in the Mysterious Realm after all, with limited spiritual power, not enough to destroy a sect alone.

However, he killed thousands of demon cultivators in this battle, which seriously damaged the vitality of Qingchan Valley. It is estimated that Qingchan Valley will not dare to show up for a long time in the future. If an enemy takes the opportunity to add insult to injury, Qingchan Valley may be destroyed. Fang Wang killed at least one hundred cultivators in the Mysterious Realm alone, which is a very heavy loss for any sect.

"I have to break through the Concentrated Spirit Realm as soon as possible. When I face this situation, I can just use the Heaven and Earth Sword Intent to wipe it out."

Fang Wang sighed in his heart. The Heaven and Earth Sword Intent consumes a lot of spiritual power. The demon cultivators in Qingchan Valley are scattered widely, and there are countless poisonous insects. If he uses the Heaven and Earth Sword Intent to fight, it is estimated that his spiritual power will be exhausted before one-fifth of the enemy is dead. After all, the demon cultivators in Qingchan Valley who participated in the battle are not in the Yangqi Realm. In this battle, Qingchan Valley mobilized elites. Those various spells made him feel novel when he recalled them now.

Xiao Zi lay on Fang Wang's shoulder, saying nothing, as if dead. It was also very tired. It was already covered with wounds before breaking the formation. After breaking the formation, it was too excited and consumed its demon power faster.

Fang Wang raised his head slightly, looked at the dusk, and his thoughts were empty.

It was not until the night fell that he recovered some strength and began to meditate and absorb qi, while taking the spiritual energy pill.

Xiao Zi opened his mouth and began to swallow the essence of the sun and the moon. The night was lonely, and neither the man nor the demon was in the mood to talk.

Until the next morning, Fang Wang was still taking in air. The blood on his body had been washed clean, thanks to Xiao Zi, which mastered water-attributed magic and sprayed water from its mouth to help him wash.

Fang Wang suddenly felt something and raised his hand to take out the disciple token.

"The danger of the sect has been resolved."

Zhao Chuanqian's voice came from it, with a tired tone.

Fang Wang breathed a sigh of relief. It was worthy of being the strongest sect in the future. It took two days to repel the enemy. However, judging from Zhao Chuanqian's tone, the battle was tragic.

Although Fang Wang was worried about the Fang family, if someone really died, he would not be able to bring them back to life when he returned. If they were still alive, Taiyuanmen would take good care of them.

His heart was at ease, and he didn't need to rush back to the sect for the time being.

He stood up and said, "Xiao Zi, it's time to collect the spoils."

Xiao Zi woke up with a start. It was confused and stunned for a moment before saying in surprise: "Oh, yes, I almost forgot, Master, let's go!"

Fang Wang smiled and walked down the mountain.

Looking in the direction he was heading, the forest was withered, and the corpses of those poisonous insects added a thrilling atmosphere to the already desolate mountain scenery. The sky was still filled with dark poisonous fog, which was difficult to dissipate for a long time. All this symbolized how tragic the battle yesterday was.

In this way, Fang Wang and Xiao Zi began to search for storage bags along the way. The demon cultivators of Qingchan Valley all hid poison in their storage bags, which made it quite troublesome for them to collect them. Fortunately, they were not afraid of poison. Fang Wang had Xuanyang True Fire, and Xiao Zi himself was a poisonous snake.

Two days later, the corpses of the demon cultivators of Qingchan Valley they encountered had begun to rot. The flesh and blood of these corpses were poisonous. It was hard to imagine what kind of training these guys had done.

It is worth mentioning that they met some casual cultivators along the way who were also doing this.

"Stop, stinky boy, you dare to come alone to collect corpses, you are not afraid of death! Tell me your name!"

Four casual cultivators landed in front of Fang Wang, and the leader shouted in a deep voice with a knife. They were very cautious and did not take action directly.

Fang Wang said with a smile: "These are all my spoils of war. You dare to steal my things, are you looking for death?"

Xiao Zi popped up from behind Fang Wang, spitting out snakes and saying: "My son is a direct disciple of Taiyuan Sect and the descendant of the Sword Saint. He is known as the Tianyuan Sword Saint. Have you heard of him?"

Hearing this, the four casual cultivators changed their faces and retreated.

"Is he Fang Wang?"

"Jian Tianze is not far from here, it could be him..."

"Is he bluffing us?"

"You want to bet? I won't play with you!"

The four people murmured a few words, and soon some of them evacuated. The other three did not dare to stay, and some even bowed to Fang Wang, fearing that he would blame them.

Fang Wang couldn't help laughing, but he didn't chase them. With so many corpses, someone would definitely pick them up. He just wanted the storage bag in front of him not to be picked up by someone.

On the other side.

The Fang family also encountered the corpses of the Qingchan Valley demon cultivators. Looking at the insect corpses all over the mountains and fields in front, everyone's face looked scared and uneasy.

Looking ahead, the mountains and forests in front of them withered, forming a straight line that extended to the end of the world. It was extremely terrifying. It was hard to imagine what kind of battle had happened here a few days ago.

"Let's take a detour."

Fang Meng said. Although it would be very troublesome, no one refuted it. Everyone didn't want to go to find out.

Fang Yin couldn't help but worry about Fang Wang. Although Fang Wang should be in Jian Tianze, he was very afraid that Fang Wang would also be involved in this unknown war.

In order not to worry them, Fang Wang and the other two deliberately avoided them when they passed by so as not to be discovered by them.

…

In the main peak of Taiyuan Gate, in the Shiyuan Hall, the nine peak masters are all here, as well as many elders and disciples.

Guang Qiuxian is sitting on the cushion, his face is pale and he looks very weak.

The senior disciples of each branch are reporting the number of casualties, and everyone present looks very unhappy.

Zhou Xue stood at

After the nine disciples finished their report, an elder said: "Chimo Sect, Huangyu Mountain, and Gumo Mountain joined forces to besiege us. We must avenge them!"

As soon as this was said, other elders spoke up:

"That's right, what a bullshit peace agreement, no, we must take revenge on these three demon sects!"

"Nearly 20,000 disciples died. This is definitely the largest casualties of Taiyuan Sect in nearly 300 years!"

"Fortunately, Qingchan Valley didn't come, otherwise we might not be able to withstand it."

"I suggest writing to Taiqing Sect, Xuanhong Sword Sect, Tianshu Sect, and Chiyang Sect to declare war on the demon sect together!"

The disciples of each sect were also indignant, and the murderous intent and anger in their eyes were difficult to restrain.

Deputy head Chen Anshi frowned and said: "Okay, if you want revenge, you have to recuperate for a while!"

Hearing this, the elders immediately quieted down, which shows that he is very prestigious.

Chen Anshi stepped forward, stared at Guang Qiuxian, and said: "Master, you are seriously injured and you will probably need to recover for a while. I also have to go out to monitor the dragon vein. We should choose a disciple from the main vein to lead the affairs of the whole sect and stabilize the situation."

"I propose that Lu Yuanjun be appointed as the eldest disciple of Taiyuan Sect. His contribution and qualifications are sufficient. In this disaster, he alone resisted the leader of Chimo Sect and made an indelible contribution. Who objects?"

After the voice fell, he turned and looked at everyone in the hall.

The atmosphere in the hall became subtle.

Yang Yuanzi immediately stood up and said: "My disciple Fang Wang has inherited the sword saint, killed the great demon king, defeated Kong Xi of the sword sect, and became famous in the Daqi cultivation world. He is the eldest disciple, which is what everyone expects!"

Immediately, many elders followed suit. Although Lu Yuanjun has a good relationship with people, the factions in Taiyuan Sect are complicated, and he can't be liked by everyone.

Hearing Yang Yuanzi's words, Lu Yuanjun remained indifferent and still stood calmly.

Chen Anshi looked at Yang Yuanzi and said in a deep voice: "Fang Wang's talent and reputation are indeed extremely high, even no disciple can match him, but his contribution to Taiyuan Sect is too little to convince the public. Does it mean that the head of Taiyuan Sect should also be ranked according to talent? Then what is the meaning of the disciples' efforts for Taiyuan Sect?"

These words attracted the approval of the elders who supported Lu Yuanjun.

Some people even said sarcastically: "This disaster may be caused by his excessive edge. If we knew that the Demon Sect had a Tianyuan Treasure Spirit, would we not take action?"

These words touched the hearts of most people present.

This disaster came suddenly, and most of the sacrificed disciples died within the first half hour. Apart from Fang Wang's Tianyuan Treasure Spirit, what else could be worth the Demon Sect's fuss?

"It's ridiculous. Fang Wang didn't tell anyone about his treasure spirit grade. It was obviously us elders who failed to protect him and exposed his treasure spirit grade, putting him in the spotlight. How can we blame him? Will Taiyuan Sect not be able to produce peerless geniuses in the future? How will other sects and the entire cultivation world view our Taiyuan Sect after hearing your words?" Yang Yuanzi said forcefully, leaving the elder speechless.

Lu Yuanjun narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Yuanzi with a cold look.

Another elder frowned and said, "But his contribution is indeed very low, and it's hard to convince the public!"

When it comes to the contribution of the sect, the elders who support Lu Yuanjun have something to say.

The hall was once again full of controversy and very noisy.

Guang Qiuxian frowned and hesitated to speak.

At this time.

Elder Zhang of the Mission Hall seemed to sense something, raised his hand and took out a jade slip from the storage bag, read it with his spiritual sense, and then his face changed drastically.

Chen Anshi stared at Yang Yuanzi and snorted coldly: "Junior Brother Yang, the position of the eldest disciple is related to Taiyuan Sect, please treat it fairly!"

Yang Yuanzi was not intimidated by him. Just as he was about to respond, Elder Zhang suddenly shouted: "Everyone, Qingchan Valley brought nearly 20,000 disciples to encircle Fang Wang!"

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell silent.

Guang Qiuxian stood up suddenly, his wounds aroused, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Where is he? How is he?"