200: Chapter 200 I, I will only... only wear this once...

As Su Wenjian finished speaking, the square instantly erupted into a commotion.

"What? Candidate for the Sect's Young Sect Master?"

"No way? How long has this Chen Yan even been in the Sect? How did he become a Young Sect Master candidate?"

"I admit his cultivation has progressed rapidly, and I admire him for reaching the top five of the hidden dragon ranking, but that shouldn't be a reason to be a Young Sect Master candidate, right?"

"Exactly! He hasn't made any contributions to the Sect! Senior Sister Dongfang has been guarding Demon Suppressing City for over a hundred years!"

"Right, in terms of contribution, Senior Sister Dongfang is much more qualified than him! I'd accept Senior Sister Dongfang becoming a Young Sect Master candidate, but why should Chen Yan be one too?"

For a moment, the sounds of discussion rose and fell.

A flash of jealousy appeared in the eyes of many Core Disciples, but more than that, there was a sense of indignant injustice!

Chen Yan had only been in the Sect for a few short years and had no achievements to his name, yet he had leaped from a newcomer to a Young Sect Master candidate.

This kind of speed was rare even in the entire history of the Taiqing Sword Sect.

It was only natural that they were unconvinced.

Moreover, in their hearts, there was only one choice for the position of Young Sect Master!

That was the number one on the hidden dragon ranking, the Head Disciple of the First Peak of Taiqing Sword Sect, and the Taiqing Walker from a hundred years ago.

Commander of the Demon Suppressing Great Wall!

At the same time, a figure stepped out from the crowd.

Bai Zhi held her long sword, her face ashen as she watched the intimate interaction between Chen Yan and Leng Qingshuang.

She admitted she had underestimated Chen Yan.

She had always looked down on this Dao Companion candidate her grandfather had arranged!

But who could have known that in just a few short months...

After leaving the Lihuo Immortal Abode, Chen Yan had actually made such triumphant progress.

Not only did he break into the top four of the hidden dragon ranking, but he also challenged several major Sects, including the Wan Jian Sect, single-handedly.

He had beaten them into seclusion, making a huge name for himself!

Originally, she had thought that when Chen Yan returned, she would lower her stance, follow her grandfather's advice, and try to get along with him.

But seeing that lecher acting so intimately with Sister Leng, a nameless fire instantly flared up in her heart.

Thus, she cupped her hands and gave a graceful bow to Su Wenjian, speaking respectfully:

"Lord Sect Revered Master, the matter of the Young Sect Master candidate is a major one. According to Sect rules, a candidate must have military merit from suppressing demons."

She glanced at Chen Yan, her eyes full of contempt: "Chen Yan has never been to the Demon Suppressing Battlefield. On what grounds can he directly become a candidate?"

Disciples from various peaks chimed in one after another.

"Exactly, without having been to the Demon Suppressing Battlefield, he has no military merit. What right does he have?"

"Since it is a Sect rule, it must be followed. Without going to Demon Suppressing City, he cannot become a Young Sect Master candidate!"

"That's right! Seconded!"

For a while, the scene on the Sect square was at a bit of a standstill.

Su Wenjian glared somewhat helplessly at the Peak Revered Masters of the various peaks.

But those Peak Revered Masters just curled their lips and simultaneously looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

I don't know, I'm not clear, I don't understand!

None of my business!

Meanwhile, inside the Scripture Pavilion.

Supreme Elder Bai Buxing looked at the Magic Treasure 'Marriage String' that had suddenly snapped in his hand, his face full of loneliness.

"You silly girl, you really know how to mess things up! A perfectly good marriage, ruined by your temperament!"

"It's my fault too!"

He sighed deeply and tossed the 'Marriage String' aside:

"Your parents are guarding Demon Suppressing City and lacked the opportunity to discipline you; your grandfather, due to the danger of the cultivation guidance, didn't dare to move about freely, which fostered your arrogant nature!"

"Forget it, forget it!"

"It is simply not your fate to have such a blessing!"

Back on the square.

Chen Yan looked at the favorability rating of over 40 above Bai Zhi's head, his heart full of confusion.

What is the deal with this Young Miss?

Clearly, her favorability is rising, so why does she like to go against me?

Is this person an idiot?

However...

He didn't care about being the Young Sect Master or not.

For the sake of his Revered Master, he happened to be planning to go to Demon Suppressing City anyway!

This was like finding a pillow just as he was getting sleepy.

Was everything the best possible arrangement?

He looked at the crowd, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly: "I think Senior Sister Bai is right."

Bai Zhi was momentarily stunned: "You..."

"Since it's a Sect rule, I naturally need to follow it!"

Chen Yan smiled, "In a few days, I will head to Demon Suppressing City!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience was in an uproar.

Leng Qingshuang turned to look at him, her eyes filled with love.

She knew better than anyone what kind of place Demon Suppressing City was.

It was a literal meat grinder.

Every year, the number of Cultivators who died there was at least eight to ten thousand!

But Chen Yan just winked at her.

In his heart, he had already begun to plan how to have fun while taking his Revered Master along.

"Demon Suppressing City is great; I can have some alone time with Revered Master again."

"They say Demon Suppressing City is a cold and bitter place, so wouldn't that be perfect for huddling together with Revered Master for warmth?"

"When the time comes, the two of us can squeeze into one tent, sleeping while holding Revered Master's soft and fragrant body. Wouldn't that be just wonderful!"

Bah!

Rebellious Disciple!

Leng Qingshuang listened to his inner thoughts, feeling both ashamed and angry.

Can't this dog's mind take a break from those lewd thoughts for even a moment?

Su Wenjian, on the other hand, looked at Chen Yan with a flash of appreciation in his eyes.

"In that case, I will give you three months to prepare."

"In three months, you will set off for Demon Suppressing City together with Sword Venerable Shuanghua!"

"Once you arrive, you can rendezvous with the First Peak and fight the enemy together!"

As he spoke, he paused, his expression suddenly becoming solemn.

"Demon Suppressing City is extremely dangerous. Be careful!"

The mysterious First Peak?

A look of curiosity immediately appeared on Chen Yan's face: "They are all there?"

Leng Qingshuang smiled and explained to him:

"The First Peak of Taiqing Sword Sect never actively recruits Disciples."

"All its Disciples are outstanding ones selected from the other peaks!"

"Since the founding of the Taiqing Sword Sect, they have all been stationed at the border of the Tianxuan Continent, the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall."

"Only once every hundred years do they have the qualification to rotate out."

"But in reality..."

She paused, a trace of sorrow flashing in her eyes.

"After years of continuous battle against the endless Demon Race, almost no one can last a hundred years!"

"Even if there are Prodigies and powerful individuals who actually live to the rotation deadline, not one has ever actively withdrawn from Demon Suppressing City!"

"They would rather die in battle at Demon Suppressing City than have their withdrawal create a vacancy that would send another Sect Disciple to their death!"

Chen Yan's eyes shimmered, and his heart was instantly filled with respect for the Disciples of the First Peak!

This is truly the style of a righteous Sect like the Taiqing Sword Sect!

"Chen Yan!"

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared.

Lu Lingdan grabbed Chen Yan's arm, his face full of worry, as he advised him earnestly:

"There's no rush to compete for the Young Sect Master position. You're still young and lack strength. There's no need to go to Demon Suppressing City to die just for a title!"

Lu Lingyun also flashed forward, waving her fan as she advised:

"Exactly. With your Aptitude and cultivation, plus the resources from our cooperation with Alchemy Peak and Duobao Pavilion..."

"Never mind Undergoing Tribulation and Ascension, at least the Mahayana Realm is a sure thing!"

"Listen to Grandma, we're not going!"

"We don't want this Young Sect Master title anymore!"

She went on and on, her eyes even reddening slightly.

What a good child!

His talent, cultivation, and Heart-Nature were all top-notch; he was quick-witted and could come up with all sorts of fun things.

Most importantly, he was even willing to act out scripts with her, allowing her to show off to her friends.

How could he be tricked by that shameless Su Wenjian into becoming some Young Sect Master?

It's exhausting work with a pile of responsibilities; let whoever wants to do it, do it!

Chen Yan turned to look at Leng Qingshuang beside him, his fingertips secretly tickling her palm.

How could he be doing this for the title of Young Sect Master?

He was only doing it to prevent his Revered Master from being taken by the Immortal Realm to serve as a Saint's slave.

It was so they could be together forever.

Forget Demon Suppressing City; even if it were a mountain of blades or a sea of fire, he would still go.

Leng Qingshuang felt the warmth of his fingertips, her heart trembling, and the tips of her ears flushed red again.

It wasn't until Chen Yan persuaded Lu Lingdan and Lu Lingyun, clearly stating that he must go to the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall, that the crowd finally dispersed.

The crowd finally dispersed.

Ninth Peak, Shuanghua Villa.

The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse.

The night was long, and someone was unable to sleep.

Chen Yan had changed into a clean, moon-white robe, looking quite dashing.

In his hand, he carried an exquisite wooden box.

He gently knocked on Leng Qingshuang's door.

"Revered Master~ I'm coming in~"

His voice drifted through the door, carrying a bit of a mischievous tone.

"Tonight, I want to see you wear this~"

Leng Qingshuang opened a crack in the door and caught a glimpse of the flimsy black lace nightgown in the wooden box in his hand.

Her face instantly turned red to the roots of her ears.

BANG!

She slammed the door shut and said in shamed anger, "Get out!"

But two seconds later.

The door quietly opened a crack again, and a fair, slender hand reached out, grabbing the box of clothes.

Then, her voice, full of bashfulness and trembling, came from behind the door.

"I... I'll only... only wear it this once..."