Lin Fan knew that Jizi was a rooster with a colorful reputation, but he never expected that in just five years, Jizi had managed to produce three chicks—and not just any chicks, each one more extraordinary than the last. No one could quite figure out how that happened.
“Ahh!” Lin Fan sighed, not for a second doubting that these three chicks were anything but Jizi’s offspring—they were carbon copies of him in appearance.
…
The city lord of Shengxuan sat there helplessly, momentarily at a loss for words.
Looking left and right, he found no solution, silently praying that everything would pass smoothly and that these two “deities” would soon leave.
“Hmph!” Zhiliao and You Jiuling exchanged glances before both letting out cold snorts.
“Disciple, this time you have no choice but to admit it,” Zhiliao, no longer the naive girl she once was, spoke with an air of authority in every gesture.
“Dear senior, why must you push this? For years we’ve fought, yet you’ve never managed to best me. The master’s true legacy belongs to me, not you,” You Jiuling replied.
“The Holy Demon Sect is the true inheritance—what is your so-called Jiuling Sect compared to it?” Zhiliao’s delicate face bore a hint of disdain.
“The Holy Demon Sect was only given to you because the senior apprentice brother allowed it. I never needed it. You’re merely picking up what no one else wanted. How could Master have allowed you to become my senior?” You Jiuling retorted with equal contempt.
“Dear sisters, must you quarrel like this?” Tianyu sighed helplessly. Even now, he still didn’t understand how things had gotten to this point.
Just days before the sect’s division, everything had been fine. Suddenly, the two juniors had proposed splitting the sect and even forced the senior apprentice brother’s hand.
“Shut up.”
Both Zhiliao and You Jiuling turned their heads sharply in unison.
Tianyu sighed again—this was truly being caught in the crossfire.
Zhang Erdog sat there, hand on his head, feeling a headache coming on.
As the eldest apprentice, he truly didn’t know what to say.
Both of these junior apprentices were the master’s favorites, so how could he dare to punish them physically or scold them verbally?
He had originally thought they were just going through a phase, but things had only escalated further, spiraling completely out of control.
At that moment, Zhang Erdog thought of the sect leader—if only the leader were here, a single glance would have subdued these two girls.
When things finally reached a breaking point, Zhang Erdog reluctantly made his decision.
He and Tianyu would follow Zhiliao.
While Mo Qiongqi and Feng Buju would accompany You Jiuling.
To Zhang Erdog, this was a fair and impartial decision, showing no favoritism.
Even the ferocious beasts weren’t overlooked.
Zhiliao received the Snow King Lion, while Zhang Erdog entrusted Jizi’s chick to accompany You Jiuling.
It was a perfectly balanced division, leaving neither junior apprentice with grounds for complaint.
As for Gong Bingye, she was caught between a rock and a hard place—after all, she had raised both girls herself. In the end, she chose neutrality, staying behind in the Holy Sect.
From Zhang Erdog’s perspective, at least they had strong sects like the Holy Sect, Xuanjian Pavilion, Jiuxiao Sect, and others allied with the sect leader to back them up.
Otherwise, who knew how many sects would be after these two girls for the chaos they’d caused.
As for the disciples these two girls had gathered after splitting off to form their own sects, Zhang Erdog didn’t think much of any of them.
He had never acknowledged the sects these two girls had formed.
He only recognized the Holy Demon Sect under the sect leader, not these makeshift sects these two girls had cobbled together.
“Senior apprentice brother, tell us, who among us has been the most worthy disciple all these years—who is the true inheritor of the master’s teachings?” Both girls turned to the eldest apprentice, as if silently saying that if he didn’t give a clear answer, this matter wouldn’t end.
“This… well, you’ve both done quite well,” Zhang Erdog could only reply this way.
“No, you must pick one as the best!”
Zhang Erdog desperately wanted to shout, “I am your senior brother! If you keep this up, there will be consequences!”—but that was only in his thoughts.
He couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud.
“This… this…” Zhang Erdog was momentarily at a loss for words, finally turning his gaze to Feng Buju.
His meaning was clear: “You, as the second eldest apprentice, should say something now.”
Feng Buju, noticing Zhang Erdog’s meaningful glance, quickly turned his head and hugged one of Jizi’s uniquely styled sons.
“Oh my, Ji’er, your feathers have become even more lustrous!”
“Oo-oo!”
Ji’er, the flamboyant rooster, raised his colorful head and crowed happily.
“Senior apprentice brother, you say something,” the two girls turned to Mo Qiongqi.
Mo Qiongqi, a cultivator of “Immortal Death,” was known for his unshakable will, ruthless demeanor, and mastery over life and death. Yet even he hesitated slightly before solemnly replying,
“This is a complex matter. I need to return and study it carefully. Perhaps in a few years, I can give you an answer.”
“Senior brother, you’re just sitting on the fence, swaying both ways. Not long ago, you said I was doing better,” You Jiuling said unhappily.
Her cold, beautiful face showed a hint of displeasure.
Mo Qiongqi had already become a top-tier expert in the Xuanhuang World, even the current Holy Sect leader would struggle against him.
To others, he was a killing god.
If anyone else dared to speak to him like this, they’d be dead before they knew what hit them.
Yet now, Mo Qiongqi remained calm and expressionless, as if he hadn’t heard a word.
Gazing into the sky, he sighed, “Leader, you sure left us with a mess when you departed.”
“Jizi, you say who’s done better—nod if it’s me, shake your head if it’s her,” Zhiliao asked Jizi.
“Oo!”
“I said nod or shake, not ‘oo’!”
“Oo!”
Jizi lay there like a corpse, responding only with “oo” no matter what question they asked, showing no other reaction.
This happened every time they had a contest.
For Zhang Erdog and the others, it was undoubtedly a torment.
Unable to get the answers they wanted, Zhiliao and You Jiuling each let out a cold snort before exchanging glares again.
“Let’s settle this with a real fight—let’s see whose disciples are truly superior,” Zhiliao declared indignantly.
“With pleasure. Even when Master was around, you were never better than me. Now that he’s gone, do you really think your disciples can rival mine?” You Jiuling smiled.
“We’ll see about that!”
…
Hidden among the crowd, Lin Fan observed the figures seated high above, nodding approvingly as he examined them one by one.
Zhang Erdog’s cultivation had improved significantly—he had reached the peak of the Great Heaven Realm. Moreover, Lin Fan noticed a medicinal aura surrounding him. In Lin Fan’s eyes, Zhang Erdog’s skills in pill refinement had improved greatly.
Still, this medicinal aura around Zhang Erdog surprised Lin Fan.
With Lin Fan’s level of expertise in refining pills, he could determine what kind of pills someone specialized in just by sensing the medicinal aura around them.
The pills Zhang Erdog had refined were mostly… rather peculiar in nature.
…
Boom!
“The contest begins!”
At this moment, the crucial event commenced.
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