Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Outside the hall stood a large number of Tianhai Sword Sect disciples, ranging from the top masters of each sect to the newly-entered disciples of each sect, standing in twelve distinct rows, which was clear at a glance.

Leng Feiqiong stood on the steps of the hall, with a cold gaze and an indifferent expression, standing like a fairy statue.

The disciples looked over curiously, and were surprised and delighted by Leng Feiqiong's appearance, then a little angry, and a little familiar and cordial.

Leng Feiqiong used to stand so coldly and arrogantly, and they were all familiar with her manners and words, her every look, and even the tone of her voice.

When Zhao Qianjun was the head of the sect before, he imitated her and stood on the steps, but they felt awkward.

Now seeing Leng Feiqiong standing there again, they felt comfortable.

This position should indeed be where Leng Feiqiong should stand, and the others were not happy with it.

Xu Qingluo and the other four stood not far away.

With her mind open, she looked at the disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect outside the hall and estimated their cultivation.

These were only the disciples in Haitian Cliff, not counting the disciples walking outside. There were only one-tenth or two-tenths of the disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect, but there were already thousands of them.

Leng Feiqiong spoke slowly, her voice clear and light, saying: "I'm back again, and I was chosen by everyone to come back."

Everyone immediately began to discuss and was surprised.

Leng Feiqiong said: "A year ago, I felt that the head of Tianhai Sword Sect was too tiring and annoying. I was trapped in Haitian Cliff for my whole life. Being trapped in the position of head was tantamount to being in prison."

The discussion of the crowd subsided and looked at her.

Leng Feiqiong said: "People's life is very short. I don't want to waste it like this, so I chose to get married and entered the palace to become a concubine."

Everyone's face darkened.

Leng Feiqiong shook his head and said: "But after becoming a concubine, I found that the palace was even more boring and boring, not as good as Haitian Cliff, so I came back again."

Everyone was angry.

Leng Feiqiong said: "I didn't expect that you would become the head before me. You know my character. I will never be falsely modest or polite."

Everyone started to discuss again.

They originally thought that this election was only for the sect, so filling in Leng Feiqiong was a satire on the fact that there was no leader in the sect and no real powerful people with prestige.

This made the Tianhai Sword Sect seem too incompetent.

But they never expected that Leng Feiqiong really came back.

This time, the result of their election became true. Leng Feiqiong really became the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect again. It was simply a big joke, absurd and ridiculous.

Leng Feiqiong snorted: "What's more, the position of the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect is really not something that ordinary people can do. Zhao Qianjun is already smart, but the result is a mess, a mess!"

Everyone's face suddenly became ugly.

There is no way to deny this.

Zhao Qianjun's performance as the head of the sect was indeed not good. The most important thing was that he could not achieve true justice and fairness. He always felt guilty and short of breath, and could not be tough, which led to the loss of balance between the twelve meridians and the beginning of internal fighting.

Leng Feiqiong said: "Since I am the head of the sect, I will perform the duties of the head of the sect. From today on, the rules of my previous position as the head of the sect will be restored, and all the rules set by Zhao Qianjun will be invalid."

Her clear eyes cast on the leaders of a certain row: "Elder Huang, did you hear that?"

The middle-aged man in the lead had a handsome appearance, a face like a crown of jade, and a body like a jade tree in the wind, tall and slender. He smiled and clasped his fists: "What do you mean by this, head of the sect?"

Leng Feiqiong said lightly: "I heard that Zhao Qianjun allocated ten Qingyang swords to your Baiquan Peak."

The middle-aged man Huang Wenfeng nodded and said: "Indeed, he allocated ten Qingyang swords to us."

"Why did he allocate ten Qingyang swords to you?" Leng Feiqiong asked.

Huang Wenfeng said, "Reward us for our bravery in fighting at Baiquan Peak."

Leng Feiqiong shook his head gently and said, "This achievement is not recorded in the merit book, so it doesn't count."

Huang Wenfeng's face became solemn and he said, "It doesn't count?"

Leng Feiqiong said, "Merits that are not recognized by the sect cannot be rewarded. This is the rule. You know it, don't you?"

Huang Wenfeng's face became even gloomier, and he said coldly, "Isn't what the master said inappropriate? We did kill the disciples of the Demon Sect, and the disciples were injured as a result."

Leng Feiqiong shook his head and said, "If it is not recorded in the merit book, it doesn't count."

Huang Wenfeng turned his head and looked at the elders of the other eleven sects.

They looked solemn and their eyes flickered.

They knew that Leng Feiqiong was strong and tough, but they didn't expect Leng Feiqiong to come up with a knife, and he was not the new master but he still wanted to set three fires.

They seemed to see that their twelve sects were once again oppressed and could only obey orders honestly. They really didn't want to return to that situation again.

Although Zhao Qianjun was unable to be fair and just when he was the head of the sect, he was at least more lenient and delegated more power to each of the twelve meridians, greatly reducing the power of the head of the sect.

This made them taste the beauty of power, and naturally they didn't want to let it go.

So the most important thing was to force Leng Feiqiong to be honest, to inherit Zhao Qianjun's way of doing things, and not to take back the power.

But Leng Feiqiong took the power directly when he came up, showing his tough nature.

Xu Qingluo and the other four took a deep breath.

They saw that everyone in the field was tense, looking at Leng Feiqiong and Huang Wenfeng. Obviously, this was a crucial confrontation, and it was a matter of great importance, not just about the ten Qingyang swords.

Fakong stood on the lotus pond of the Sutra Library, looking over here, smiling.

Leng Feiqiong glanced at Huang Wenfeng, smiled faintly, and looked at the other disciples, saying slowly: "All merits must be verified by the Punishment Hall and recorded in the merit book before they can be considered official merits. This is the foundation of our Tianhai Sword Sect. You all know it, right?"

Everyone nodded in silence.

Leng Feiqiong said: "If this foundation is destroyed, everyone's merits will face the risk of being stolen and deprived. If you can steal other people's merits today, then others can steal your merits tomorrow. Do you want this?"

Huang Wenfeng said in a deep voice: "What do you mean, Master? We didn't steal other people's merits!"

Leng Feiqiong shook his head gently: "What's going on with your merits? You have to ask the Punishment Hall. I only know that if it is not recorded in the merit book, it is not considered a formal merit and cannot be rewarded."

Huang Wenfeng gritted his teeth: "Does the Master really want to do this?"

Leng Feiqiong said: "Why, Elder Huang, do you want to destroy this foundation?"

She chuckled and shook her head: "Let's ask the disciples if they are willing, ask the disciples of Baiquan Peak if they are willing!"

Huang Wenfeng fell silent, his eyes blazing like flames.

He knew that the ten Qingyang swords were indeed important, but for the disciples of Baiquan Peak, the destruction of the merit system was more important, and they could not lose the big picture because of the small.

These ten Qingyang swords were allocated by Zhao Qianjun in order to bribe him, but he was a step too slow and Leng Feiqiong returned to the mountain before he could get them.

Leng Feiqiong looked at the leader of another row and said indifferently: "Elder Zheng..."

The burly middle-aged man clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "What do you want, Master?"

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