Chapter 18

After Zhang Chengfeng and the others retreated, Dongfang Bubai did not move, still standing there. He said calmly, "Come out."

"Qianxun greets the master." Before the person was seen, a pleasant and spirited voice came from behind the hall.

Then, a woman in a white robe, with long flowing hair, moved gracefully from behind and came to stand on the left side of Dongfang Bubai. She bowed slightly, paying her respects to him.

The person who came was none other than Xue Qianxun, who had followed Dongfang Bubai since the training base. Over a decade had passed, and the little girl had grown into a stunning beauty.

"What is it?" Dongfang Bubai glanced at Xue Qianxun indifferently, his brows slightly furrowed. Instantly, an invisible pressure appeared, pressing down on Xue Qianxun. It seemed he was not at all concerned with her beauty. Clearly, the person who had interrupted him earlier with a telepathic message was Xue Qianxun.

Although the pressure was not strong, Xue Qianxun's body still trembled involuntarily. Even though she had long known that Dongfang Bubai would not care about her beauty, seeing no emotion in his eyes when he looked at her, a trace of sadness still flashed in her slightly lowered beautiful eyes.

She loved Dongfang Bubai unreservedly and had never hidden her feelings. However, she also knew that the man before her never cared about love, and she did not even know what he truly cared about. She had never fully understood this complex man.

She did not know what Dongfang Bubai was thinking or if he had any feelings for her, but she still loved this man, without reason, and was willing to do anything for him.

Just like now, she was in charge of the intelligence organization under Dongfang Bubai, and her own strength had reached the Fourth Realm of Innate.

Quickly suppressing the sadness in her heart, since this man had asked her to handle intelligence, she would do it to the best of her ability.

Xue Qianxun had already prepared her words and, with a serious tone, said, "Our people just found several corpses at the foot of the mountain, all dried up, as if their internal energy had been drained. Moreover, Ren Woxing's behavior has been strange lately. I didn't know why at first, but now it seems that Ren Woxing is likely involved in this matter. Considering that a martial arts competition might take place today, Qianxun has reported this rashly. I hope the master will forgive me."

"Drained of internal energy." Dongfang Bubai ignored Xue Qianxun's plea for forgiveness and muttered to himself.

Then, a hint of disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Ren Woxing, it seems you can give me a bit of a surprise. Let's see if you can make my sword draw."

Thinking this, Dongfang Bubai's left hand, which was holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, tightened. The simple and ancient white sword hung quietly at his waist, a sword that the world admired.

This sword had a simple name: White Sharp Sword. It had no grand meaning, just because it was made of white iron and had been sharpened, so Dongfang Bubai called it the White Sharp Sword.

The origin of this sword was also simple. When Dongfang Bubai was thirteen, he had already perfected two human-level sword techniques. However, he found these techniques too complicated and with too many moves.

So he wanted to combine all these techniques into one sword move, but later he found this was still too troublesome.

At this time, he found the simplest and most direct way: the sword-drawing technique. In most cases, one move was enough, and this was a technique he could practice for his entire life.

From the age of thirteen, he began to practice the sword-drawing technique crazily every day, and the number of times he drew his sword was so many that even he could not count them.

He knew that to achieve the supreme sword-drawing technique, he had to fight with others, so that year he challenged others crazily.

At the age of fifteen, Dongfang Bubai's sword-drawing technique was initially complete, and he specially made a sword, a sword made of white iron. The blade, hilt, and scabbard were all white, and because Dongfang Bubai had sharpened the sword, it was called the White Sharp Sword.

Since then, the White Sharp Sword became something Dongfang Bubai never left behind, and every day, he infused his internal energy and aura into the White Sharp Sword to refine it.

A year later, the White Sharp Sword became famous in the world, cutting off a finger of the genius Li Gong with one strike, making everyone dare not underestimate this simple and ordinary iron sword.

Although the White Sharp Sword was not a divine weapon, after three years of refinement by Dongfang Bubai, it had already formed a connection with him. As long as Dongfang Bubai did not die, the White Sharp Sword would never break easily.

Now, Dongfang Bubai's sword-drawing technique had surpassed the stage of daily hard practice. What he needed most now was enlightenment and a deeper connection with the White Sharp Sword.

"Alright, you can go now. This time, it's forgiven." Dongfang Bubai looked at Xue Qianxun somewhat sternly.

"Yes, thank you, master, for forgiving me." Xue Qianxun bowed and then slowly retreated to the back courtyard, somewhat reluctantly.

Dongfang Bubai did not look at Xue Qianxun again but stood there for a moment, thinking, and then prepared to go to the meeting hall. Today would be a new beginning for him, and no one, not even a small Ren Woxing, could ruin it.

As for the news Xue Qianxun reported, he did not take it to heart. Even if Ren Woxing had learned that martial arts technique, he was still just a small Ren Woxing.

Regarding Xue Qianxun, he was not indifferent, nor was he indifferent to beauty. On the contrary, he liked beauty even more. Whatever he did, he always did it to the best, including beauty, which had to be the best.

The reason he did not respond to Xue Qianxun was that the time had not yet come.

When the day came that he wanted beauty, he would not mind giving this woman who loved him a title. He cared a lot about women like Xue Qianxun.

With a flash, Dongfang Bubai's figure disappeared from the hall, his speed astonishing.

At this moment, in the meeting hall.

The vast and majestic hall was already filled with dozens of people. Apart from the leader Zhou Tianli and the right envoy Dongfang Bubai, all the remaining high-ranking members of the Sun Moon Sect were present, including the left envoy Ren Woxing, the ten elders, and the Sixth Realm of Innate experts. They all stood solemnly in the hall, showing no disrespect.

However, when many people looked at the person standing at the first position on the left, they could not help but look at him strangely. This person was the left envoy of the Sun Moon Sect, Ren Woxing.

Ren Woxing was now in his thirties, in the prime of his life, tall, with black hair, wearing a green robe, a long face, and a snow-white complexion, with no trace of blood. His features were clear, but his face was so pale that it looked like a zombie just out of the grave.

He, of course, felt the strange looks and knew what they meant. Although he was furious inside and was always arrogant and proud, he knew this was not the time to act.

Almost everyone did not look good on him, but he was determined to defeat the person they favored. He would settle accounts with these people later. Thinking of that person, his heart was filled with complex emotions.

He had always been confident, and although he was not a world-class genius, he never thought he was weaker than those geniuses. However, after meeting Dongfang Bubai and understanding him more, Ren Woxing was increasingly shocked.

He even developed a sense of admiration for Dongfang Bubai. He had never thought that a person without a heavenly-level treasure manual, without a noble background, without a master's guidance, and without constant good fortune could achieve such greatness, surpassing all the geniuses in the world.

Although he admired Dongfang Bubai, his ambition would not be extinguished.

Moreover, he now had absolute confidence. Even if Dongfang Bubai was powerful, this time he would definitely defeat him completely, leaving him no chance to recover.

"Right Envoy Dongfang, good!"

"Right Envoy Dongfang, good!"

"Right Envoy Dongfang, you have arrived!"

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Ren Woxing, who was seething inside, suddenly heard greetings behind him. He knew Dongfang Bubai had arrived and instinctively turned his head. He saw Dongfang Bubai, his left hand on the hilt of the terrifying White Sharp Sword, his right hand behind his back, walking forward with a calm expression.

As he walked, people kept bowing and greeting him, which made Ren Woxing's heart sink. He did not receive such treatment when he arrived. What a bunch of sycophants, hmpf!

Dongfang Bubai ignored Ren Woxing's thoughts. After a symbolic nod, he went to the first position on the right and stood there, waiting for the leader Zhou Tianli to arrive with the others.

Soon, Zhou Tianli, dressed in majestic attire, came from the back of the meeting hall.

"Subordinates greet the leader." Everyone bowed in unison.

"Hmm, no need for formalities." Zhou Tianli sat on the majestic throne, his hands extended forward. He looked older than eight years ago, but he also looked happier. Yes, Zhou Tianli was very happy.

Looking at the people below the ninety-nine steps of white marble, he felt a surge of joy. Most of them were young, the oldest being around forty.

Perhaps it was the favor of heaven, but in recent years, the Sun Moon Sect had produced a large number of outstanding talents, such as Fan Song, Zhao He, Zhang Chengfeng, and the Zhang brothers, especially Dongfang Bubai.

Dongfang Bubai had done much better than he had imagined. Today, he could confidently hand over the Sun Moon Sect to Dongfang Bubai. After all, he was too old and felt that he would leave this world in a few months.

Therefore, he decided to hand over the position of leader of the Sun Moon Sect to Dongfang Bubai. Otherwise, he would not have given up power so easily.

He could not escape the judgment of heaven or the passage of time, so he could only accept his fate.

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