110: I suggest re-electing the sovereign.

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How could the dignified Peak Lord Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader, with his four times battle power, go missing in Xuanwu Heaven?

Meng Yun instinctively sensed an unusual aura.

"I, Eastern Abyss, am also a Peak Lord; I'll go too!" Meng Yun soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing.

Council Hall.

The ten Peak Lords and three Hall Masters, a total of fourteen individuals, had all arrived.

The atmosphere in the Council Hall was heavy.

Just a few days ago, news arrived that Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader had caused a ruckus in Three Saints Palace, beating one of their Saint Lords, Saint Wuya, so badly he became Saint Wuya, causing the Immortal Sect to cheer with delight!

How could it be that after only a few days, the Sect Leader had lost contact in Xuanwu Heaven?

"Could it be that Three Saints Palace is behind this?" A Peak Lord led the questioning, "They are, after all, a group with a history..."

"Watch your words, watch your words. Don't say anything that's not conducive to unity..." The Hall Master of the Foreign Affairs Hall frowned.

Meng Yun was in the hall, utterly confused, and couldn't help but ask Peak Lord Ye, "Old Ye, what's the situation with this Three Saints Palace?"

Ye Qing whispered, "My dear brother, you may not know, but the predecessor of this Three Saints Palace was the Saint Palace, which, along with our Immortal Sect, was known as Southern Immortal, Northern Saint.

During the great battle between White Tiger Heaven and the demonic seeds, the previous Saint Lord of the Saint Palace actually led the defection to the demonic seed side!

After the great battle, three factions took control of the Saint Palace and renamed it Three Saints Palace, completely reshuffling the original high-level personnel.

Even so, the newly formed Three Saints Palace's conduct and style remained exactly the same as the original Saint Palace, which one cannot fail to notice..."

Meng Yun nodded.

So, traitors.

Once trust collapses, it's hard to rebuild.

It was the same with the lotus imprint on his forehead; once his image as a coward was deeply ingrained, no one wanted to team up with him to fight demonic seeds.

No, he had to find a way to conceal this imprint!

The Old Sect Leader surveyed the surroundings, his gaze lingering on Meng Yun for a moment before he spoke gravely:

"Everyone, the Sect Leader is currently missing, but his life tablet is intact, proving that his life is at least safe."

He paused for a moment, then threw out the question: "Fellow disciples, what are your thoughts?"

Everyone's expressions were solemn, their eyes deep. But for a moment, no one knew what to say.

The Old Sect Leader stroked his beard: "Since..."

"How about I say a few simple words?" Meng Yun and the Old Sect Leader spoke simultaneously.

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Good, good, good.

The microphone is yours!

Why don't you, Old Sect Leader, do it!

The Old Sect Leader: "...Peak Lord of Roasted Meat Peak, speak freely."

Meng Yun rose, speaking passionately: "As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and a sect cannot be without a master for a day!

Fellow colleagues, now that the Old Sect Leader's whereabouts are unknown and he is in imminent danger, how can there be unbroken eggs under a toppled nest? This is truly a critical moment of survival!

We, who hold high positions in the Immortal Sect, how can we stand by and do nothing?!"

Meng Yun's speech, quoting classics and drawing widely from various sources, caused the various bigwigs to look sideways and nod slightly.

He said everything, yet said nothing.

Ye Qing listened, his blood boiling: "So, we should raise the banner of the Immortal Sect, save the Sect Leader, and fight the demonic seeds?"

"No!"

Meng Yun slammed the table: "The demonic seeds are powerful now, and the most urgent task is to quickly improve our strength!

As the saying goes, to repel external threats, one must first stabilize internal affairs. I propose—

Immediately hold an election for a new Sect Leader!"

What a 'new emperor ascends to the throne while the old emperor is a prisoner'!

As his words fell, the entire hall fell silent.

Ah?

This...

This isn't good...

"Plop."

The Old Sect Leader's incredibly tough beard had a strand pulled off by himself.

He opened his mouth wide, as if he suspected he was hallucinating.

He had long seen this Eastern Abyss as having the appearance of a hawk and a wolf, a rebellious subject, a rebellious subject!

"Eastern Abyss, get out!" The Old Sect Leader was furious.

"Ahem, ahem, Elder, calm down." Ye Qing tried to smooth things over from the side: "But there's one point, my dear brother Eastern Abyss is right.

Even the Sect Leader, a Mahayana stage cultivator, went missing without cause. We, who are only Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators, going to Xuanwu Heaven would be no different than moths flying into a flame..."

As Ye Qing's words fell, everyone fell silent.

If there was a way to quickly improve their strength, then it would be easy to talk about...

"How about, I go personally..." The Old Sect Leader sighed to the sky.

"Elder, no!"

"Absolutely not!"

A group of Peak Lords strongly advised: "Sect rules state that no matter the circumstances, the sect must have a Mahayana stage cultivator overseeing it. These are lessons learned from blood!"

"This is also not allowed, that is also inappropriate. I think you people are even more rigid than me, an old monster who is five thousand years old!"

The Old Sect Leader was so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared, smashing the table next to him into smithereens in a fit of rage.

He took a breath, waved his hand casually, and an identical table reformed.

Sigh.

Sighs began to echo in the Council Hall.

This is difficult.

What should be done?

"Is it that if we have more Mahayana stage cultivators, everything will be fine?"

Suddenly, Meng Yun's voice abruptly rang out again.

"You're not going to say that you're actually a Mahayana stage cultivator, are you?" The Hall Master of the Battle Hall curled his lip in disdain. He already looked down on such a glib coward, a cauldron!

"What if I told you I have a method to increase cultivation speed by twenty times?"

As his words fell, the entire hall fell silent.

Then came the sound of gasps.

"My dear brother Eastern Abyss, are you saying, your roasted meat?" Ye Qing asked doubtfully.

"Exactly," Meng Yun said, "Peak Lord Ye, I remember you are currently at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage, right?"

"Exactly."

"Under normal circumstances, how long would it take to break through to the Mahayana stage?"

"I have already comprehended the barrier. It would take at least three to five years, or at most several decades!" When speaking of his cultivation, a sharp glint flashed in Ye Qing's eyes.

"Come, Brother Ye, I'll shorten your time by twenty times!" Meng Yun smiled confidently.

[Under the gaze of many eyes, you began a new round of roasting meat.]

[At the 328th skewer, you finally made a ten-times critical hit roasted meat, which can directly increase cultivation speed by twenty times.]

"Brother Ye, eat the meat!"

[You started roasting again.]

[A total of eight thousand skewers of roasted meat, countless spiritual beasts died by your hand.]

[However, you also successfully made three hundred skewers of double-critical hit roasted meat and ten skewers of ten-times critical hit roasted meat.]

"Come, those who are ready to go on an expedition, come and eat meat!"

Meng Yun took the lead, also eating a skewer of ten-times critical hit roasted meat himself.

Within a month, with the twenty-times acceleration and the feedback from the second Dantian, perhaps he could directly break through to the Soul Transformation stage!

Not only him, but Dragon Spirit and Ruyi also each received a skewer of ten-times critical hit roasted meat.

For this expedition, in addition to Mahayana stage cultivators leading the team, Tribulation Transcending, Body Integration, and Soul Transformation stage cultivators, all levels of combat power, would also be dispatched.

A grand and massive cultivation frenzy thus began in the Immortal Sect.

...

Three Saints Palace.

A pale-eyed, white-haired effeminate man called a middle-aged man with a shaky aura to him.

The effeminate man's voice was gentle: "Saint Wuya, take three Saint Sons and Saintesses to Xuanwu Heaven for some training."

Saint Wuya asked with slight confusion: "Saint Wuji, what do you mean by this?"

The effeminate man was precisely the First Saint Lord of Three Saints Palace, Saint Wuji.

And the middle-aged man in front of him, who seemed to have a lisp, was the Third Saint Lord, Saint Wuya, who had been heavily beaten by Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader.

Saint Wuji smiled and said: "Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader, after continuously slaying two Saint Emperors in Xuanwu Heaven, was then surrounded by three Saint Emperors and fled into a forbidden area, his whereabouts unknown.

You take the three Saint Sons and Saintesses for some training, and if you have some free time, it wouldn't be a bad thing to help the Immortal Sect find their Sect Leader."

"Heh heh, I understand." Saint Wuya grinned, revealing his chipped front tooth.

The corrosive power lingered, and his teeth could not recover to their original state.

That hateful Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader!

The humiliation of being brutally beaten by him at the entrance of Three Saints Palace that day must be washed away with his blood this time!

Bringing Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader's corpse back to the Immortal Sect, they would surely be overjoyed, wouldn't they?

Heh heh.

Heh heh heh...

Heheheh!!!