Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 325: Chapter 166: Appointed in a Crisis, Cyan Wood Dragon Locking (Part 2)

Sima Rou shivered involuntarily at the thought.

This matter, how could she handle it?

She looked up and realized that, what she hadn’t noticed was, including her master and fellow disciples, their eyes were wandering, looking in one direction, not truly looking at her.

’So, they’re not seeking help from me, but from my precious disciple. Only now do they remember our sect has a grandmaster, selectively blind previously.

When dealing with the remaining disciples of the Seven Stars Sword Lineage, they resolutely refused to let us intervene, preferring to lose disciples while fighting to the death to eliminate...’

Sima Rou felt exhausted, suddenly losing all interest.

With a cold expression, she turned around and called out, "Xiaojiu, your grandmaster is seeking help, see what you should do?"

Though she didn’t know the identity or the strength of the enemy.

But, even Grandmaster Granny had already been killed, one can imagine the enemy would certainly not be easy to deal with.

At this moment, as a master, she absolutely must not add even a trace of pressure to her disciple.

Otherwise, misjudge the situation, chose the wrong opponent, even a slight harm to the precious disciple wouldn’t be worth it.

Not to mention the millions in Xingqing Prefecture, still waiting for this disciple to guard one side, defend against the Hu People, it’s too risky.

"Grandmaster, Junior Grandmaster, Senior Uncle, and Senior Brother are all present, how does it fall to the younger generation to speak?" Chen Ping took the handkerchief Han Xiaoru had just handed over, wiped the grease from his lips, and walked out with a smile.

"Master, you’re making it hard for me. Disciple is waiting for everything to settle on the hill before paying respects to the grandmasters and logging the names in the records. As for sect affairs, really don’t dare to speak much."

Han Xiaoru also quickly came out, worriedly looking at Chen Ping, "Senior Brother was injured internally fighting that Tang Lin’er earlier, waiting to convalesce well.

That person was, after all, [Earth List Number One], a formidable force, the dying counterattack was not easy to deal with.

Major matters within the sect are for elders to handle, juniors like us can only cheer and support."

The silly girl simply didn’t like scheming, but she was clever, especially when it came to matters concerning Chen Ping, she was keen.

Speaking now, she was sharp enough to verbally retaliate.

Upon hearing this, whether Sunx Yun or Yuk Zhixian, or the eighth-generation disciples, or Deng Yuantong, Fang Shen, Ancient Pine Forest, Su Jingyi, and other ninth-generation disciples, or Wangg Yu, Jia Yun, and other tenth-generation disciples, all showed expressions of shame.

The scene before the Ancestor Master Cave still vivid in their minds.

Han Xiaoru’s words were harsh, filled with mocking and sarcasm, criticizing their attitude of using people when needed and disregarding when not needed.

However, upon reflection, her words were truly hard to refute.

If it wasn’t for Chen Ping’s unrivaled martial force turning the tide, during the previous battle at Wind Snow Cliff, these people, from sect leader and elders to ordinary disciples, each and every one of them would have found it difficult to escape unscathed.

Even if Tang Lin’er, Earth List Number One, did not personally make a move, had one more elder-level expert from the Seven Stars Sword Lineage, in a battle, they wouldn’t have been able to withstand it.

Having narrowly escaped, instead of thinking of redemption, they fought over trivial benefits, ostracizing the great benefactor, the grandmaster, it really doesn’t sound good.

"Who said you can’t speak?"

Sunx Yun rasped with a heavy heart, "Since I took over the position of Sect Leader from Senior Brother Han, the Primordial Sect not only failed to prosper but instead declined to such a state, I am guilty, having dragged down the sect and harmed Grandmaster Granny, it’s truly a crime deserving of death.

Today, as I consider myself unworthy in ability and virtue, unsuitable to continue holding the position of Sect Leader, I hereby pass the position to disciple Chen Ping, hoping disciples will love and support one another..."

"Master!" Sima Rou exclaimed in shock.

"Senior Brother." Yuk Zhixian’s expression changed drastically, seemingly completely unexpected, he called out once but said no more, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

Indeed, given the current situation, without a change of mind, no one could protect the Primordial Sect.

The enemy below the mountain eyes aggressively, while the sect atop the mountain suffered heavy losses, the once flourishing Primordial Sect, now even innate strong hands, only have three taels worth left, what talk is there of sealing the mountain and closing the gate.

If it continues, it will truly disappear directly.

Reflecting on the past, knowing this result would appear, better to have been bold and proactive, recruit disciples everywhere, fight for a future in Jianghu.

Even if Jianghu is perilous, with many older disciples lost, at least, with many new disciples providing fresh blood, who knows when a few geniuses would appear to support a sect.

What a pity.

However, changing now is not too late.

"Impossible, what virtues and abilities does the junior possess to dare take on the position of Sect Leader?"

Chen Ping intercepted the conversation, hastily refusing.

This way, making it seem like he came up the mountain to seek power and gain.

Just wanting to learn martial arts, pull a few senior brothers down the mountain, if possible, pull a few down the mountain, join forces with the family and go conquer, becoming awkward this way.

"General Chen, since you don’t accept the position of Sect Leader, you look down on our Primordial Sect elders and juniors? But, would you watch them suffer at the hands of bandits?

Not wanting to be Sect Leader, perhaps because I, as Grandmaster, have disappointed you, indeed, I have long been a disgrace, feeling unforgivable, it’s better to return."

While speaking, the aura around Sunx Yun surged, amidst surprised cries, a palm shining golden, chopped towards his own forehead.