ragginovel Chapter 339 Master's gaze is scorching hot.
Chapter 339 Master's gaze is scorching hot.
Lin Wanqing gripped the edge of the booklet nervously.
"Senior Brother Mo, are they likely biased towards Shen Zhaoxuan?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"But there are always people who disagree with everyone."
Lin Wanqing asked.
"What should we do then?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the high platform, his tone much softer than before.
"Tell them not to take it yet."
Xie Buci chuckled softly.
"That's ruthless."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at him.
"You guessed it all along?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"It's not that I guessed it, it's just that this situation is the easiest."
Su Qingying said.
"save trouble?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"Lu Qingheng wasn't crushed to death, so the Han family still has its banner; Shen Zhaoxuan wasn't brought down, so Tianqing Peak still has face. The sect leader doesn't need to immediately hand over the chair to either side."
Yu Jianhuan said.
"An empty chair is still empty, but it can control the situation better than if someone is sitting in it."
Jin Qiaoqiao said.
"You humans can even use a chair to fight."
Mo Chengyue said earnestly.
"That's why I've always felt that the furniture industry is dangerous."
Xie Buci burst out laughing.
"Third brother, sooner or later you'll turn sect power struggles into mundane matters of daily life."
Wenren Jidao.
"Easy to understand."
Lin Wanqing nodded.
"It's really easy to understand."
Mo Chengyue looked at her booklet.
"But don't write about the furniture industry."
Lin Wanqing whispered.
"So, writing about chairs will be useful for now?"
Mo Chengyue closed his eyes.
"You should write that the sect leader is wise."
On the battle platform, the elder in charge finally raised his hand.
"In this battle, both Shen Zhaoxuan and Lu Qingheng suffered heavy losses. The outcome needs to be decided by the sect leader and the elders of the various peaks."
Another elder continued.
"The position of Holy Son is related to the sect's reputation, so the announcement of the candidates will be postponed."
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
The outer seats were the first to erupt in protest.
"How can we postpone it?"
"Senior Brother Lu clearly broke through Shen Zhaoxuan's defenses!"
"But Shen Zhaoxuan has also pushed him to the edge!"
"What's this? We have to discuss this further after the fight?"
Some people in the Tianqing Peak seat were also dissatisfied.
"Brother Shen's knife is already at his neck, why isn't he declared the winner?"
"Lu Qingheng only almost got his clothes damaged, can that be considered a shared loss?"
"Is the sect trying to suppress Tianqing Peak?"
Someone on Crimson Cloud Peak sneered.
"See? Nobody's going to get on there easily."
Someone was whispering over Tianlan Peak.
"The Holy Maiden has just been tentatively chosen, and the Holy Son is still uncertain. This year's competition is truly exciting."
The female disciple of Yulin Peak chuckled softly.
"Isn't it good to have a lively atmosphere? The more lively it is, the clearer it is to see who is in a hurry."
Lin Wanqing listened to the surrounding discussions, her expression complex.
"Isn't this cheating?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"From a disciple's perspective, it seems so."
Lin Wanqing asked.
"From the sect's perspective?"
Mo Chengyue looked at the empty chair.
"The Holy Son may not be the strongest, but he is the one who can silence everyone for the time being."
As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples who had been eavesdropping around Qingquan Peak all turned their heads.
I thank you without hesitation, I sigh.
"Third brother, you're here again."
Qin Wanzhuang said.
"It's too late."
Su Qingying glanced at Mo Chengyue, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"They heard it."
Yu Jianhuan smiled charmingly.
"Junior Brother Mo, if you were to place a bet with that mouth of yours, the bookmakers would have to change the odds overnight."
Jin Qiaoqiao said.
"He doesn't place bets; he's afraid of being hunted down."
Wenren Jidao.
"Reasonable."
Lin Wanqing looked down at the booklet.
"Senior Brother Mo, that sounds just like a famous quote."
Mo Chengyue said.
"Then you absolutely cannot write my name."
Lin Wanqing asked earnestly.
"Write about the anonymous guard of the Sutra Repository on Qingquan Peak?"
Mo Chengyue looked at her.
"Junior Sister Lin, what's the difference between this and directly writing my name?"
Xie Buci said.
"The difference makes you seem more mysterious."
Mo Chengyue said.
"I don't need this mystery, I need peace."
The surrounding disciples had already begun relaying the message.
"Mo Chengyue said that the Holy Son is not the strongest, but he can shut everyone up."
"No wonder they didn't just sentence him directly."
"Did Qingquanfeng realize they were going to skip the election?"
"Do they not want to use this chair?"
"How could Mo Chengyue see so clearly from so far away?"
"Is he really just a guard on the second floor of the library?"
Mo Chengyue fell silent for a moment after hearing the last sentence.
Xie Buci smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"Congratulations, Third Brother. The Holy Son is yet to be decided, but your rumors have already been established."
Mo Chengyue said.
"Senior Brother, if you laugh again, I will tell the outer disciples that you once recorded the Peach Blossom Spring wine account in the Qingquan Peak public account."
Xie Buci's smile faded somewhat.
"Junior brother, let's talk this out."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at him coldly.
"You've been given a demerit?"
Xie Buci immediately looked towards the battle platform.
"Shen Zhaoxuan is coming down."
Lu Qingheng sheathed his sword, first bowed to the elder in charge, and then bowed to Shen Zhaoxuan.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Shen."
Shen Zhaoxuan returned the greeting.
"Junior Brother Lu's sword is excellent."
Lu Qingheng said.
"Senior Brother Shen's sword is also very good."
Shen Zhaoxuan looked at the side of his wrist.
"Go back and heal your wounds; there are still further discussions to be made."
Lu Qingheng said.
"I can."
Someone called out from the outer gate seats.
"Senior Brother Lu, we're waiting for you!"
The disciples of Xuanyu Peak also joined in the shouting.
"Senior Brother Lu didn't lose!"
After a moment of silence, someone from Tianqing Peak spoke up.
"Senior Brother Shen didn't lose either!"
The shouts grew louder and louder, eventually splitting into two waves that surged and churned above the arena.
On the high platform, Jiang Wei did not immediately express his opinion.
He simply looked at the battle platform, his fingers lightly pressing on the armrests, as if listening to the voices of all the disciples returning to their places.
Yan Chenyu reclined on the soft couch, half-eaten a spirit cake in her hand, and looked towards Qingquan Peak in the distance.
Mo Chengyue immediately sat up even more properly.
Lin Wanqing whispered.
"Master is looking at you again."
Mo Chengyue said.
"Master is looking at the entire Qingquan Peak."
Wenren Jidao.
"It's up to you."
Qin Wanzhuang said.
"Don't struggle."
Su Qingying lowered her eyes, her fingertips gently tracing the sword sheath.
"From today onwards, Qingquanfeng's decision not to participate in the election seems more like a pre-ordained decision."
Mo Chengyue spoke sincerely.
"We're just lazy."
Xie Buci said.
"Being too lazy to avoid a power struggle is called being clever."
Yu Jianhuan laughed.
Outsiders won't believe you're lazy; they'll only believe you're not competitive because you look down on others.
Jin Qiaoqiao said.
"Or they've already acquired something bigger."
Mo Chengyue looked at her.
"Qiaoqiao, your addition is very unfriendly to me."
Jin Qiaoqiao said.
"truth."
Lin Wanqing closed the booklet and let out a long breath.
"The Holy Maiden's fate is tentatively decided, the Holy Son's fate is postponed. At this point in the competition, it feels like nothing is settled, yet everything has changed?"
Mo Chengyue gazed at the still empty Holy Son's Chair.
"That's the most troublesome part."
I thank you for asking.
"How so?"
Mo Chengyue said.
"A fixed position will only draw attention to one person."
Mo Chengyue continued.
"An undecided position makes everyone think they still have a chance."
Qin Wanzhuang looked towards the high platform.
"Is this all the sect leader wants?"
Su Qingying said.
"Let Shen Zhaoxuan and Lu Qingheng check each other, and also let each peak bring their hands back to the rules."
Wenren Jidao.
"Next time will be even harder."
Yu Jianhuan trailed off.
"It looks better too."
Jin Qiaoqiao said.
"This charade of your sect is not over yet."
Mo Chengyue was silent for a moment, then spoke seriously.
"Is it too late for me to request early departure?"
Xie Buci smiled.
"It's too late."
Lin Wanqing added a sentence.
"Moreover, Elder Chen said that the ceremony must be observed in its entirety."
Qin Wanzhuang said.
"Sit still."
Wenren Jidao.
"Accept your fate."
Su Qingying looked towards the distant battle platform, her cool profile softened by the sunlight.
"The real negotiations have only just begun."
Looking at the elegantly dressed peak masters and elders with their varied expressions on the high platform, Mo Chengyue suddenly felt a special warmth towards the books on the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.
He was clearly only there to observe the ceremony.
But this empty chair of the Holy Son has already dragged everyone's shadow into the same wind.