…

Speaking of Xie Xun, Zhang Wuji thought of Xie Xun's love for him on Binghuo Island.

When he heard that Xie Xun might have been killed, his face turned red immediately, his eyes burst into tears, and his whole body was filled with immature yet majestic murderous intent.

Seeing this, Yang Dingtian blinked at everyone like an old fox.

Everyone was speechless, thinking that there is still such a way to play?

But they have been superiors and subordinates for decades, and they still don’t understand what their leader means.

"See Young Master!"

"See Young Master!"

…

Zhang Wuji thought for a while, as if he had made a decision, "Okay, in that case, I will take it.

In the future, if Wuji does anything wrong or doesn’t fit in well, I hope you seniors can give me your guidance and support!”

Yang Dingtian: "Haha, this is right. As for right and wrong, is there any absolute right or wrong?

Everyone accumulates experience step by step, and what I did at the beginning was not even as good as what you will do in the future."

"Burn my remains with a blazing holy fire;

How joyful is life, and how painful is death?

For good and to eliminate evil, there is only light;

Joy and sorrow all return to dust;

Have pity on our people, we are full of sorrows!

Have pity on my people, for they are full of sorrows!"

…

Zhang Wuji was getting familiar with the academic affairs, while Mingjiao was working hard on his troops.

A year passed in the blink of an eye. Within a year, Zhang Wuji became the leader of the Ming Cult, commanding the heroes of the Ming Cult and holding a high position of authority.

As for Yang Dingtian, he disappeared without a trace after passing the throne to Zhang Wuji.

Even the elders of the Ming Cult, Yang Xiao, the left envoy of Guangming, Fan Yao, the right envoy of Guangming, Yin Tianzheng, the white-browed eagle king, Dai Qisi, the purple-robed dragon king, and Wei Yixiao, the green-winged bat king, didn't know where he was.

…

Wuji Valley

Everyone was puzzled when they saw Yang Dingtian coming back.

Yang Potian glared at him angrily: "You boy, what brought you here?

Where is your Mingjiao anti-Yuan cause?"

"Ahem, Dad, I have abdicated and am no longer the leader of the Ming Cult!"

Guo Polu: "Dingtian, your boy has been different since he was a child, and he is keen on power.

He ran out to join the Ming Cult at a young age and later became the supreme leader of the Ming Cult.

Now that the Mingjiao career is flourishing, why did you abdicate?"

Wufan: "Are you afraid of being beaten by Meng Yuan? No, you are not such a timid person!"

"How is it possible? Father, Grandpa Guo, Uncle Taishi, please stop making random guesses.

I have figured it out. Since ancient times, how many emperors have paid a huge price to live forever?

But you are already a centenarian. After breaking through the innate world, you can live for a hundred or eighty years. Now you are like a person who is forty or fifty years old, and you can be regarded as a different kind of immortality.

With this threshold here, why should I sacrifice the near and seek the far?

Of course, this does not mean that I will definitely be able to break through the innateness, but at least I have this chance, right?"

"Haha, you finally figured it out! You are right. What kind of emperor? If you want to be a wise emperor, just worry about state affairs. Where will you find the energy to practice?

If you want to be a foolish king, leave a name for eternity, and maybe even be the king who subjugates your country, what can you do?

The power has reached its peak, but decades later, it is nothing more than withered bones in the grave.

Besides, if we, the congenital people, don't like any emperor and want to kill him, he won't survive.

Therefore, to a certain extent, the imperial power is superior to all living beings, but we, the innate people, are above the imperial power.

In the innate realm, the lifespan is one hundred and eighty years, and in the innate perfection, the limit is two hundred.

And if you break through the martial arts golden elixir realm, your longevity will only be doubled, or even several times!

I am not shy to tell you that I am just afraid of death, so since I was a few years old, I have been reading and reading while studying the Quanzhen classics.

Breaking through the innate world can lead to a life span of 180 years, but I want to break through the golden elixir and live for hundreds or thousands of years.

As long as you dare to think, what else is impossible?

I don’t even dare to think about it, it’s just a waste of my life.”

Wuji suddenly burst into laughter, and under his driving, the wheelchair came to a few people.

His words and his grand ambitions made everyone re-examine them and found them to be nothing more than illusions, too unrealistic and divorced from theoretical basis.

"Meet the Patriarch!"

"Master!"

"What Master thinks is not what we think, but when manpower is limited, the way of heaven will have its own destiny.

Can human beings really conquer heaven?"

"Who told you that man can conquer nature? Man can explore endlessly. Since he can exploit it, it has its own reason for existence.

If it can open up, it means there are sages who have existed, so it is allowed."

"S..."

"Besides, everything is possible...

As for what is possible, with me exploring the way ahead, what are you afraid of?"

"Yes, thank you Zu!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Wujizi: "Dingtian, did you pass the position of leader to that boy Zhang Wuji?"

"Yes, Patriarch! He has been to Wuji Valley? That kid thought it was a god teaching him in a dream!"

Wujizi: "Haha, don't worry about him, the Wudang Clan won't let anything happen to him.

What we want to prevent is the unknown innate existence of Meng Yuan.

After all, the innate destructive power is too great. If there is no innate restraint, those martial arts people are just lambs to be slaughtered."

…

Wudang Mountain

In the Zixiao Palace, the head of the palace, Song Yuanqiao (Zhang Daofan also had no interest in anything and was focused on exploring the innate way), looked at the letter in his hand and remained silent for a long time.

"Second brother, what's wrong?"

"Yeah, second brother, I'm so anxious!"

Song Yuanqiao: "The sixth brother's precious son went to Guangmingding in the Western Region to visit his grandfather.

The important thing is that he was valued by the leader of Yang Dingtian and passed on the position of leader.

Now Wuji is the leader of Zhang!"

Mo Shenggu: "What? Wuji, Leader Zhang? Damn, this guy is so lucky. He went to Guangmingding without saying a word and picked up the position of leader?"

Yu Lianzhou: "Eighth brother, you don't understand and don't talk nonsense. How can Wuji, a second-rate warrior, be qualified to be the leader of the Ming Cult?

What second brother is worried about is whether he will be taken advantage of?"

Yu Daiyan: "Second brother, third brother, fifth brother, sixth brother, younger brother and sister, seventh brother and eighth brother don't worry.

Let’s not talk about using it or not. With Senior Eagle King in the Ming Cult, at least Wuji will not be in danger."

Zhang Cuishan: "Fourth brother is right. With my father-in-law here, Wuji will be fine in a short time. Susu, you don't have to worry."

Yin Susu: "Sixth brother, let's go to the Western Regions. I won't worry if I don't see Wuji!"

"Okay... then..."

"Haha, brothers, don't worry! Brothers and sisters, don't worry, Wuji is doing very well!"

"Brother? I've met eldest brother!"

Yin Susu: "Brother, you said Wuji would be fine, but Wuji is just a second-rate warrior, but he holds the position of leader of the Ming Cult. What is going on?"

Zhang Daofan: "Brothers and sisters, please be patient! When Wuji went to Guangmingding, he encountered a great opportunity and received help from his ancestor and others.

Now I have surpassed you in martial arts. Not only have I perfected the Nine Yang Sutra, but my inner strength is endless and my body is immune to all poisons.
Chapter completed!