The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 155: Greetings, Sect Leader Ling!

Chapter 155: Greetings, Sect Leader Ling!

"Phew!"

Ling Feng stood proudly beside Blood Red Garment's lifeless body, lifting the Eradicator of Realms to gently blowing on it

The bloodstains on the blade soon disappeared!

Paired with his elegance and dominance, Ling Feng emanated an unparalleled sense of pride and unruliness!

"Senior Uncle Ling!"

Countless disciples surged forward, forming a circle around Ling Feng.

At that moment, Elder Yao slowly approached, bowing deeply to Duanmu Qingshan and his disciple with a sincere expression. "Junior Brother Duanmu, you have suffered all these years!"

As he spoke, he slowly began to kneel down.

"Um... Senior Brother!" Duanmu Qingshan hastily brought Elder Yao back up. "Senior Brother, this matter isn't your fault!"

"No, it's entirely my fault for being too weak in the past!" Elder Yao's tears flowed down freely. "If it weren't for you two today, the foundation of our Wenxian Sect, built over hundreds of years, would have been destroyed in an instant!"

The elders and disciples of the Wenxian Sect nearby all bowed their heads in shame and approached Ling Feng and his master, bowing deeply. "We thank Elder Duanmu! We thank Young Hero Ling!"

Duanmu Qingshan took a deep breath. "I apologize for my shortcomings. Apart from Lu Tianji, Lin Canglang, and a few others, I feel love for everyone in the Wenxian Sect."

"Elder Duanmu, Elder Yao, the traitors, Li Liang and Yang Wei, have been captured. How should they be dealt with?"

Several disciples in the later stage of the Pulse Formation Realm pushed Li Liang and Yang Wei, who were already bruised and bound, forward to await judgment.

"According to the sect rules, those who conspire with outsiders to harm the sect deserve no mercy!" Elder Yao's face hardened with resolve.

These two were despicable and deserved their fate.

Furthermore, being accomplices in the poisoning of Duanmu Qingshan's wife and daughter meant that they could not be spared.

"Have mercy! Have mercy, we know we were wrong!" Li Liang and Yang Wei wailed, begging for forgiveness.

However, there was no sympathy for them.

Even their own disciples turned away, ashamed to be associated with them.

"Take them away, submerge them beneath the Xuanyin Pool, and set a date for their execution!"

Elder Yao flicked his sleeve. With Lin Canglang now deceased, he held the highest position and seniority in the Wenxian Sect, giving him the authority to give commands.

"Yes!" Several disciplinary disciples immediately subdued Li Liang and Yang Wei, escorting them away.

The Xuanyin Pool was a thousand-year-old frigid pool, its water bone-chillingly cold. Even strong cultivators at the Pulse Formation Realm would suffer greatly from the coldness upon being thrown into the pool, preferring death over life.

"Junior Brother," Elder Yao took a deep breath, his hands pressing onto Duanmu Qingshan's shoulders, his voice heavy. "Our Master intended to pass on the position of sect leader to you years ago. It's just that you were obsessed with personal matters and indifferent to the position of sect leader. Now, decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and it's time for you to take on this position, isn't it? The Wenxian Sect needs a sect leader like you!"

"Yes, Elder Duanmu, please agree!"

"At this moment, only Elder Duanmu can bear this great responsibility!"

In unison, elders and disciples spoke up, inviting and pleading with Duanmu Qingshan to accept the role of sect leader.

"Senior Brother, I fear I will once again disappoint you," Duanmu Qingshan shook his head, his tone light. "With Little Feng's assistance this time, I managed to seek revenge and fulfill my vendetta. For me, Duanmu Qingshan, that suffices. However, there is still one thing that weighs heavily on my mind and cannot be forgotten.

"Back then, Lin Canglang and his disciples poisoned my wife and injured my only daughter in their attempt to seize the scripture. To this day, my daughter's fate remains unknown. Now that I have broken through the seal, it is time for me to search for my unfortunate daughter, Little Rou."

"This..." Elder Yao wished to say more, but he knew Duanmu Qingshan's decision was unlikely to change, so he could only sigh lightly.

"Senior Brother, actually, I have a candidate in mind to assume the role of sect leader. I believe no one will object," Duanmu Qingshan said with a faint smile.

"You mean?" Elder Yao's eyes brightened as he turned to look at Ling Feng.

Indeed, except for his youthfulness, Ling Feng fulfilled all the requirements to become the sect leader, given his influence among the disciples and his strength, not to mention his "demon lord" level spirit companion by his side.

With Ling Feng as the sect leader, the Wenxian Sect's position among the three major sects in the Xianzong Mountain Range would naturally be as solid as a rock.

The other elders immediately grasped the situation, all directing their attention towards Ling Feng.

"What are you all looking at me for?" Ling Feng's eyes twitched as he pointed at himself with a bewildered expression. "You don't seriously want me to become the sect leader, do you?"

"Yes!"

Several elders, including Duanmu Qingshan, replied in unison.

For a moment, Ling Feng's mind went blank. He had only been an inner disciple for a few months, and now they wanted him to take on the role of sect leader?

"I can't, really, I can't. My qualifications aren't enough!" Ling Feng hastily waved his hand. He was a free-spirited individual, and the idea of sitting in the main hall every day to handle sect affairs was as unpleasant as killing himself with a knife.

"As my disciple, when you joined the sect, you became the senior uncle of all disciples. How can your qualifications be insufficient?" Duanmu Qingshan smiled faintly.

Elder Yao also praised him endlessly, "Every disciple looks up to you and takes you as their role model. You are the most suitable candidate for this sect leader position!"

"Yes, the position of sect leader belongs to no one but you!"

Ling Feng looked helplessly at Duanmu Qingshan and asked, "Master, can I refuse?"

"I am your master, so naturally, you must listen to me." Duanmu Qingshan patted Ling Feng's shoulder, chuckling.

"But Master, I saved your life."

"I am your master!"

"I also helped you restore your cultivation."

"I am your master!"

"I even helped you avenge your grievances."

"I am your master!"

"I..." Ling Feng rolled his eyes. "Master, can't you be a bit more reasonable?"

"Hey, Little Feng, think about it. You're so young, yet you'll become the head of a sect. How cool is that? How domineering! Most people your age are still struggling as ordinary disciples."

"But I don't enjoy dealing with sect affairs. I still need to focus on my cultivation, and I have many other responsibilities!"

"As long as you agree to take on this role, I will do my utmost to assist you in all matters!" Elder Yao immediately stepped forward and assured.

"Little Feng, I understand that this is a responsibility that I should bear, but whenever I think of my poor Little Rou all alone, my heart..."

Duanmu Qingshan covered his chest. His eyes started to redden, as if tears were about to fall at any moment.

"Alright, alright, if I promise, will that satisfy you?" Ling Feng slapped his forehead and could only reluctantly agree with a wry smile.

"Haha, you said it yourself! A man's word is his bond, as firm as the galloping steeds!"

Duanmu Qingshan's expression swiftly changed, his eyebrows lively as he retrieved a wine gourd from his waist. With a hearty swig, he drained its contents in one go.

Ling Feng's lips twitched several times. Was he just outplayed?

Having finished his drink, Duanmu Qingshan casually tossed the wine gourd aside, then respectfully bowed to Ling Feng, loudly declaring, "Greetings, Sect Leader!"

Instantly, all the elders, attendants, and disciples in the vicinity knelt down in unison, respectfully addressing him, "Paying respect to Sect Leader Ling!"