Wu Dingyuan, hiding in the rafters, could see the situation in the hall clearly. Looking at the expressions of these two men, his heart immediately felt uneasy: “Looking at these traitors’ manner, they must have some conspiracy. No matter what, I must find a way to stop them.”

At this moment on Mount Hua, Jiang Chong’s subordinates were numerous and powerful, and that Sword God’s martial arts were strong. Even Fang Zijing, known as the “Sword King,” was unwilling to fight with this group. Zhuo Lingzhao’s proposal for a Martial Arts Alliance Leader was certainly aimed at assured victory. Though Wu Dingyuan knew his own martial arts had greatly improved, he had only been a small constable in the past. To rashly stand out at such a gathering of a thousand people still made him somewhat worried and afraid.

Zhuo Lingzhao’s gaze was piercing as he stared at Ning Bufan and smiled, “Sect Leader Ning, I wonder what you think? Do you agree with this proposal of mine?”

Ning Bufan, as the head of Mount Hua, knew the stakes involved and was about to speak in opposition when he suddenly heard Jiang Chong cough. The words that had reached Ning Bufan’s lips were swallowed back in great alarm. He mumbled, “This retiring person—how dare I have any opinions?”

Zhuo Lingzhao sneered, “You’re known as number one in the world—how can you have no opinion? Better speak up.”

Ning Bufan glanced sideways and saw Jiang Chong’s fierce gaze and cold smile directed at him. He coughed and quickly cupped his hands toward the various sect leaders, saying with an apologetic smile, “It’s rare for all the sect leaders to gather at Mount Hua. Whatever everyone says, Bufan will do.”

Ning Bufan threw out this hot potato, and the faces of all the sect leaders immediately changed color. The sect leaders looked at each other, knowing that if they couldn’t stop Zhuo Lingzhao’s proposal, once the martial arts world fell into their poisonous hands, they would be at others’ mercy while their own sects would surely suffer.

A long whistle rang out as a Taoist leaped forward from the crowd—it was Yuan Yi from Mount Wudang. Full of righteousness, he immediately declared loudly, “The Central Plains martial arts world is already in constant turmoil. For the empty title of ‘number one in the world,’ countless people have fought to the death. If we now establish some alliance leader, isn’t that asking for trouble? I, Yuan Yi, representing the Wudang Master, am the first to oppose this. Please withdraw this proposal.”

Though Wudang’s power had declined in recent years, it was still a great sect revered by people in the jianghu. With Yuan Yi speaking out in opposition, Zhuo Lingzhao had to either confront him directly or withdraw his proposal—there was no room for compromise. The sect leaders were all secretly cheering.

Yuan Yi’s martial arts were not weak—his Taijiquan and sword techniques were considered peerless, and his junior brother Wei Zizhuang worked under Liu Angtian. If Zhuo Lingzhao wanted to deal with the Wudang sect, neither soft nor hard approaches would necessarily work. He was just considering countermeasures when suddenly someone sighed heavily, “What a pity, what a pity. Though Senior Brother Yuan Yi’s martial arts are high, his vision is too narrow and short-sighted. It truly makes one feel sorry.”

This was purely to help Zhuo Lingzhao out of his predicament. Everyone looked toward the speaker and saw the person sitting among the sect leaders—it was Yan Song, the leader of Emei’s Golden Summit.

Yang Suguan’s heart jumped: “Emei is located on the frontier and has always kept to itself. When did it collude with Zhuo Lingzhao?” Seeing Yan Song and Jiang Chong exchanging meaningful glances, Yang Suguan immediately understood. This person must have been instructed by others—otherwise, given Zhuo Lingzhao’s arrogant and cold nature, why would Yan Song, as the leader of a sect, need to act as Zhuo Lingzhao’s matchmaker?

Yuan Yi glanced at Yan Song and said indifferently, “This poor Taoist has traveled the jianghu these past few years and seen martial arts figures killing each other—sometimes fighting over secret manuals, sometimes competing for territory, creating bloody chaos. At this time, instead of urgently correcting the source, we’re establishing another contentious Martial Arts Alliance Leader position. Isn’t this putting the cart before the horse? I wonder if this poor Taoist’s view has anything wrong with it?”

Hearing his sharp words, Yan Song wasn’t flustered but just smiled, “It’s not that I want to speak out of turn, but Brother Yuan Yi is greatly mistaken. The reason the jianghu is so chaotic and contentious is precisely because there lacks a martial arts supreme to command. If there were a leader to stop conflicts, handling all matters fairly and helping heroes resolve difficulties, what would there be to fight about in the martial arts world?”

Hearing him say this, the guests all felt it made sense, and immediately some loudly agreed. The Kunlun people were even more delighted.

Yuan Yi said “Oh” and replied, “Senior Brother Yan isn’t wrong either. But this poor Taoist wants to ask about one matter: if the martial arts supreme himself is the source of chaos, killing and arson without restraint, how could such a person help us resolve difficulties and stop conflicts? I’d like to ask Senior Brother Yan about this.”

Yang Suguan and others knew his words were aimed at Zhuo Lingzhao and were secretly cheering.

How could Zhuo Lingzhao not know he was mocking him? He sneered and was about to retort when he heard Yan Song cough several times, “Taoist Yuan Yi, what kind of talk is this? All the sect leaders present come from righteous backgrounds and are without exception upright people—where does this talk of killing and arson come from? In my humble opinion, as long as a person hasn’t gathered crowds to rebel on mountains, they’re qualified to compete for this Martial Arts Alliance Leader position. What does the Taoist think?”

Yuan Yi had been full of righteous confidence, but hearing the eight words “gathered crowds to rebel on mountains,” his face immediately turned ashen. Yang Suguan, watching this, felt quite strange and was about to ask Wei Zizhuang, but saw him lower his head, tears actually glimmering in his eyes.

Yang Suguan’s heart jumped as he thought, “Looking at Guard Wei’s expression, could it be that Mount Wudang has had grievances with the court?”

Hearing Yan Song’s words, Yuan Yi seemed like a deflated balloon. He nodded and said in a low voice, “Well, as long as one is loyal to the court, they’re considered a good person, so do as you wish.”

These few sentences carried hidden sarcasm, causing the guests in the hall to become secretly suspicious, while court officials frowned.

Yang Suguan was secretly alarmed, his mind racing as he reasoned that Wudang’s disappearance from sight these past few years must be related to the words Yan Song had just spoken.

Seeing Yuan Yi back down, Yan Song smiled and said to Zhuo Lingzhao, “Since Taoist Yuan Yi has no objections and Sect Leader Ning is willing to follow the other sect leaders’ lead, please, Brother Zhuo, take charge and proceed with electing the Martial Arts Alliance Leader.”

Zhuo Lingzhao, seeing how he had defeated Yuan Yi in just a few words, was secretly admiring: “This Yan Song has a sharp tongue—he’ll be a useful ally in the future.” He looked at the crowd and smiled, “Since Taoist Yuan Yi expresses no opposition, please let the other sect leaders speak.”

At this time, among the world’s martial arts sects, the four largest were Henan’s Shaolin, Hubei’s Wudang, Western Region’s Kunlun, and Shaanxi’s Mount Hua. There were also four smaller sects: Emei, Jiuhua, Kongtong, and Dian Cang. Zhuo Lingzhao intended to overwhelm all the heroes in one stroke, so he started with the weakest of the eight sects, Dian Cang. He said coldly, “We want to establish a Martial Arts Alliance Leader. May I ask what Brother Haichuan thinks?”

The Dian Cang leader was named Haichuanzi, one of the Seven Heroes of Dian Cang. This man was mediocre and cowardly, accomplishing nothing, and most of his junior brothers looked down on him. At such a crucial moment, how dare he rashly stand out? He just laughed dryly and said, “Whatever everyone says, I’ll do. No need to ask me.” Though Dian Cang Mountain dominated Yunnan and Guizhou, there were no peerless masters among its disciples. Compared to the great Central Plains sects, it was naturally inferior, so they intentionally chose to protect themselves wisely.

Zhuo Lingzhao snorted and said grimly, “Taoist Haichuan must have an opinion on whether you agree or oppose.”

Haichuanzi’s face turned iron-blue as he glanced at several junior brothers and mumbled, “I… I agree then.”

Seeing their leader submit to Zhuo Lingzhao’s intimidation for no reason, the Dian Cang disciples couldn’t help but show angry expressions. But with so many guests present, though they felt displeased, it wasn’t convenient to act publicly, so they could only grunt a few times to show their dissatisfaction.

Zhuo Lingzhao laughed heartily, very satisfied, and then asked the Kongtong leader, “What does Elder Xing say?”

Kongtong Mountain was located in the Central Plains and had always been friendly with several martial arts families like Zhu Family Manor in Hebei and Zhao Family Manor in Lingnan, so their influence was considerable. The sect leader Xing Xuanbao was quite old and had previously followed court orders to help suppress rebels at Mount Nu Cang. People in the jianghu all respected him as “Elder,” so his reputation was quite impressive. If he wanted to break with Zhuo Lingzhao, his weight might not be insufficient.

Xing Xuanbao chuckled and was about to speak when he suddenly saw Jiang Chong’s frowning face, saying nothing but staring at him intently. Xing Xuanbao thought of how many disciples had joined the military, and afraid that one wrong word might bring them trouble, he couldn’t help but start hemming and hawing again.

Zhuo Lingzhao showed some impatience, “What exactly does Elder Xing want? Speak quickly and clearly!”

Xing Xuanbao stammered, and being glared at by Zhuo Lingzhao, he was frightened until his whole body went soft. His face turned pale as he waved his hands. Zhuo Lingzhao said grimly, “Elder Xing waves his hands—does this mean you don’t agree with establishing this Martial Arts Alliance Leader?”

Xing Xuanbao was greatly alarmed and quickly said, “I agree.” But his hands were still waving chaotically—clearly a fence-sitter.

Zhuo Lingzhao nodded, “Since Elder Xing, with such standing, also agrees with my humble opinion, I think everyone present are good friends who won’t fail to give us face.” He smiled coldly, “Then let’s ask the next one—Jiuhua Mountain’s Azure Robe leader, what do you say?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a thousand gazes turned toward the Azure Robe scholar. Juan’er, who had been standing behind her master, was startled and quickly hid behind the chair. The Azure Robe scholar showed no surprise and slowly stood up from his seat.

Yan Ting, hiding in the rafters, suddenly saw her master and was overjoyed, almost crying out. Wu Dingyuan quickly covered her mouth and whispered, “There’s no rush to acknowledge each other now. We can meet after the situation stabilizes.” Yan Ting didn’t respond but kept her eyes fixed on her master, only gently nodding.

Wu Dingyuan saw her gaze at her master was full of admiration and attachment. His heart envied this, and he couldn’t help but sigh, thinking, “If she could look at me like this just once in my life, I could die without regret.”

The Azure Robe scholar slowly came down and cupped his hands toward everyone. All the guests knew that Jiuhua Mountain’s leader was an extraordinary person—since he had gone up the mountain to seek the Tao, Jiuhua Mountain had accumulated wealth like mountains, and his disciples’ martial arts had greatly improved, leaping from a third-rate small sect to become a major force in the martial arts world. Now that he had something to say, the guests naturally fell silent, waiting to hear him speak.

Zhuo Lingzhao said coldly, “I’ve long heard that Leader Azure Robe is resourceful and wise. In this matter of electing an alliance leader, the leader must surely understand the stakes and seek welfare for the world’s people. Please speak.”

His tone was ice-cold, and the threatening intent in his words was quite obvious.

The Azure Robe scholar smiled faintly, “Leader Zhuo need not ask further. I oppose this matter.”

Hearing him voice opposition, the crowd couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise. At this time, even powerful forces like Mount Hua and Wudang dared not oppose Zhuo Lingzhao, yet a small sect like Jiuhua Mountain had such courage—everyone was both shocked and admiring.

Zhuo Lingzhao also showed no alarm and said coldly, “Why do you oppose this?”

The Azure Robe scholar replied, “The martial arts world originally has no troubles—it’s busybodies who create disturbances. Currently, the world’s martial arts already has great sects like Shaolin and Wudang maintaining order, which is quite sufficient. Why establish some alliance leader? Please consider: if several great sects fight each other in the future, even if we have an alliance leader, what can we do? Can the alliance leader really go to Mount Song to arrest the abbot? In my view, the Martial Arts Alliance Leader position is nominal without substance, merely allowing great sects to use it as an excuse to annex the weak, offering no help to world peace. Therefore, our sect absolutely disagrees with this matter.”

In just a few words, the Azure Robe scholar exposed the mechanism within. The vast majority of guests in the venue came from local origins, mostly small and weak sects and gangs. Thinking of their precarious future situation, they all secretly nodded.

Zhuo Lingzhao sneered and no longer paid attention to the Azure Robe scholar, directly turning to ask the Emei leader, “Master Yan has always valued righteousness most highly. For the safety of the martial arts world, you must agree.”

Yan Song had previously spoken for Zhuo Lingzhao, so naturally he now nodded and laughed loudly, “Naturally so. Time is of the essence—let’s quickly begin electing the alliance leader.”

Zhuo Lingzhao frowned, “But Leader Azure Robe of Jiuhua has voiced opposition. How can we ignore this?”

Yan Song shook his head, “Leader Azure Robe usually wears a mask and speaks mysteriously. We’re doing great deeds—we can’t abandon such a major plan as the Martial Arts Alliance Leader for just three or five people, can we? Please, Leader Zhuo, think of the world and quickly propose the alliance leader position!”

The guests secretly sighed, “This Yan Song usually appears righteous, but he’s unexpectedly so shameless.”

Zhuo Lingzhao smiled slightly and was about to speak when suddenly a voice laughed mockingly, “What are we still proposing? Leader Zhuo is called the ‘Sword God,’ his martial arts are peerless, and he’s both talented and virtuous. With such an unparalleled, once-in-ten-thousand-years figure before us, why don’t we first make him alliance leader and then build a ‘Sword God Temple’ to worship him properly? What does everyone think?”

Everyone heard this voice was lazy and full of sarcasm. They all turned to look and saw the speaker yawning continuously with half-closed eyes—it was Fang Zijing.

Zhuo Lingzhao, his mind full of power and fame, actually didn’t hear the mockery in Fang Zijing’s words. Hearing this praise, his heart leaped with wild joy, and he smiled, “My self-proclaimed title of ‘Sword God’ is purely my friends’ jest—how can it be taken seriously? If Master Fang wants to build a temple for me to receive worship, that would truly be too much honor.” His heart was so happy that he changed his form of address to call Fang Zijing “Master,” as if forgetting the mockery this man had given him earlier. Everyone couldn’t help but secretly laugh.

Zhuo Lingzhao continued modestly for a few more sentences, “Among the eight sects, seven agree with the proposal and only one opposes. But considering the people’s welfare, we can only ask Leader Azure Robe to compromise—let’s begin establishing the alliance leader.”

Yan Song laughed heartily, “Exactly right! Please, Leader Zhuo, take charge of the overall situation. Whether we compete or elect, please make a decision.”

These two were singing in harmony, about to begin planning, when suddenly a Buddhist chant rang out, shaking the ears of all the guests until they buzzed. Someone said grimly, “Leader Zhuo, with Mount Song’s Shaolin here, how can you ignore us?”

Without looking, everyone knew the speaker was Master Ling Ding from Shaolin’s Luohan Hall.

Zhuo Lingzhao said “Oh” and smiled apologetically, “How inconsiderate of me—I actually forgot that the martial arts world still has Shaolin Temple. What are your wise thoughts, Master?” Shaolin was the number one sect in the world—how could Zhuo Lingzhao possibly forget to mention them? This was clearly deliberate humiliation.

Ling Ding suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, “The alliance leader matter—the abbot of our temple wasn’t informed beforehand, making this too hasty. This old monk cannot agree and requests it be discussed again later.” Seeing Zhuo Lingzhao being so rude, Ling Ding didn’t want to say more and directly addressed Ning Bufan with joined palms, “This old monk came to Mount Hua only for Sect Leader Ning’s retirement matter. Please, sect leader, ignore these miscellaneous affairs and begin the sword-sealing ceremony.”

Ning Bufan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately agreed repeatedly, about to take the long sword from the round plate. Zhuo Lingzhao snorted and rushed forward, grabbing him to stop him, saying coldly, “Master Ling Ding, I know you have some prejudice against Zhuo, but my proposal this time is for the world’s people—don’t let private grudges ruin public righteousness.”

Hearing these words, Jiang Chong also coughed lightly, apparently supporting Zhuo Lingzhao.

The guests in the hall understood—Zhuo Lingzhao was colluding with Jiang Chong’s group. If Shaolin opposed Kunlun, they would inevitably provoke this great traitor. Indeed, hearing Jiang Chong’s continuous coughing, Ling Ding thought of this traitor’s methods and couldn’t help but show a slight change in expression, not knowing how to respond.

Suddenly a light whistle was heard, and everyone’s eyes brightened as a noble young gentleman stepped forward from the crowd, saying, “Leader Zhuo, though there are some private matters between our two sects to be settled, my Shaolin disciples put righteousness first—when have we ever forgotten martial arts justice? You need not make false accusations.”

This person had a face like a jade crown and a handsome appearance—it was the “Romantic Department Vice Minister” Yang Suguan who had arrived.

Yang Suguan faced Qiong Wuchuan and Jiang Chong, bowing with cupped hands, “Ministry of War Geographic Department Vice Minister Yang Suguan pays respects to both great lords.”

Jiang Chong, seeing a major general from the Liu faction appear, felt a headache coming and sneered a few times without paying much attention. But Qiong Wuchuan laughed heartily, “Vice Minister Yang, instead of handling business in the capital, what are you doing at Mount Hua? Are you gathering lingzhi mushrooms for your marquis?”

This Yang Suguan was a fifth-rank court official, the favorite general of the Northern Expedition Commander, and son of a Grand Secretary. No matter how powerful Jiang Chong was, he could do nothing to him. It seemed Shaolin Temple had court ministers backing them and need not fear Kunlun’s group at all.

After Yang Suguan finished his courtesies, he turned to look at Zhuo Lingzhao and smiled, “Leader Zhuo, it’s been quite a while since we parted at Shenguiting.”

Zhuo Lingzhao sneered, “Isn’t Shaolin Temple’s decisions made by Master Ling Ding? When did it become Vice Minister Yang’s turn to speak?” He knew Yang Suguan was eloquent and harder to deal with than Ling Ding, so he intentionally tried to sow discord and make Yang Suguan withdraw.

Ling Ding had always known Yang Suguan’s abilities, and seeing him come to resolve the situation was exactly what he hoped for. He chanted a Buddhist prayer, “This old monk and Junior Brother Yang are of one mind—it makes no difference who speaks.”

Zhuo Lingzhao smiled, “How pitiful, how pitiful. Our Master Ling Ding, despite his high cultivation, has no status in the temple. His voice carries less weight than a young man’s.”

These words were purely meant to provoke. How could Ling Ding not hear this? A flash of yellow qi crossed his face as it immediately darkened. Ling Zhen beside him was also greatly angered, but no matter how they responded now, it would be like slapping their own faces and benefiting the enemy. They could only pant with anger without any solution.

Hearing this provocation, Yang Suguan showed no panic at all. He just smiled faintly, “Leader Zhuo, as the head of a sect, how can your insight be so vulgar? My Senior Brother Ling Ding is naturally endowed with Buddhist nature and has a humble character, always promoting younger generations without ever caring about status or ranking. Unfortunately, Leader Zhuo judges my Senior Brother Ling Ding’s gentleman’s heart with a petty person’s mind. Such narrow and shallow thinking—doesn’t it insult the beautiful name of ‘Sword God’?”

Zhuo Lingzhao, after being mocked like this, was so angry his face turned pale, but he couldn’t think of any words to refute and was momentarily speechless. The Kunlun disciples beside him roared, “Bullshit! You’re the narrow and shallow one!” These words were crude and boring—better left unsaid, but once spoken, they made Zhuo Lingzhao’s lack of words even more apparent. The guests, seeing Yang Suguan’s eloquence, all felt admiration.

Qin Zhonghai, watching this, immediately grinned at Lu Yun, “Our Vice Minister Yang is best at verbal sparring. Zhuo Lingzhao calls himself ‘Sword God’ but wants to compete with our ‘Fart God’ in eloquence—that’s asking for death.”

Lu Yun smiled slightly, thinking, “Vice Minister Yang’s eloquence in court must be like lotus flowers blooming from his tongue. Today I can finally witness it properly.”

Below the rafters, Qin and Lu watched the show as spectators, while Wu Dingyuan, hiding above, also cared about the situation in the hall. Hearing Yang Suguan silence Zhuo Lingzhao with just a few words, he couldn’t help but secretly cheer.

Just as he was enjoying this, he suddenly heard a light sigh beside him, the sound full of heartache as if containing endless sorrow. Wu Dingyuan quickly turned to look and saw Yan Ting’s face completely flushed, her lower lip tightly pressed, her beautiful eyes gazing intently at Yang Suguan. Looking at the tears glimmering in her eyes and her fluttering eyelashes, she was full of lovesick admiration, as if she would willingly die for Yang Suguan.

Wu Dingyuan’s heart turned cold, as if cold water had been poured over him: “This girl has never looked at me with such expression… How is it that the longer we’re apart, the more this girl admires Vice Minister Yang? Could… could this be what they call the pain of lovesickness?”

Looking at Yan Ting’s expression, her feelings had already taken deep root. To make her forget Yang Suguan would be absolutely impossible. Wu Dingyuan sighed lightly, knowing his deep affection had come to nothing. His heart ached, and his face showed great loneliness.

Hearing Wu Dingyuan’s sigh, Yan Ting looked toward him. Seeing his sorrowful expression, she couldn’t help but be slightly startled. Her face showed concern as she asked softly, “Lord Wu, what’s wrong?” As she spoke, her body leaned over, her soft breast touching Wu Dingyuan’s arm. Though their bodies were so intimate, she was completely unaware, her large eyes only gazing at Wu Dingyuan.

Wu Dingyuan saw Yan Ting showed no reserve toward him, but the look in her eyes held only a young girl’s respect and awe, treating him like a family elder or her martial uncle. Wu Dingyuan shook his head, feeling even more troubled. He shifted his body to avoid Yan Ting’s warm, soft form and said softly, “Vice Minister Yang is speaking—let’s listen carefully and not miss anything.”

Hearing these words, Yan Ting immediately nodded vigorously and hurried to watch Yang Suguan’s movements. Wu Dingyuan, seeing this, smiled bitterly to himself: “Wu Dingyuan, Wu Dingyuan, what other things couldn’t you do—why did you have to fall in love with a young girl? You used to be so clever and capable—don’t make yourself suffer.” As he thought, he sighed again.

The old man had been silent until now, but hearing Wu Dingyuan’s sigh, he suddenly moved closer and smiled, “Young man, have you forgotten you’re a true dragon?” He patted Wu Dingyuan’s shoulder as if encouraging him.

Wu Dingyuan was first stunned, then his face reddened. He quickly collected his mind and dared not think wildly anymore.

Above the rafters, emotions ran wild, while below, gunpowder filled the air. After a long while, Zhuo Lingzhao coughed and said, “Regardless of who makes decisions for Shaolin, today the world’s fate rests entirely on the thoughts of Mount Song’s disciples. I wonder what Vice Minister Yang prefers?” The guests’ hearts jumped as they waited to see how Yang Suguan would respond.

Yang Suguan spread both hands and smiled, “Leader Zhuo, you ask me about this matter, but I want to ask you instead.”

Zhuo Lingzhao, hearing him deflect, immediately showed anger, “What exactly do you want to say?”

Yang Suguan smiled, “Leader Zhuo keeps talking about establishing an alliance leader, but I wonder what this alliance leader actually controls? What are his powers? Though I’d like to agree to the proposal, since you haven’t clearly explained the controls and powers, how can I make a judgment? I see that though Leader Zhuo’s martial arts are high, his handling of affairs is so careless… This really puts me in a difficult position.”

Zhuo Lingzhao was furious and said grimly, “You say I’m careless—then what do you think should be done?”

Yang Suguan smiled slightly, “The powers of a Martial Arts Alliance Leader are so important—how can they be decided in just a few words? In my humble opinion, we must first draft a ‘Martial Arts Alliance Leader Powers and Administrative Regulations Code,’ divided into four chapters: General Rules, Powers, Appointments and Dismissals, and Rewards and Punishments. After drafting the articles, they should be reviewed one by one by the elders of all sects. When all sects unanimously agree, we can then summon heroes from across the world to finalize it.”

Yang Suguan had been an official for many years, daily dealing with official documents focused on deflection and shirking responsibility. Using bureaucratic methods against Zhuo Lingzhao was truly using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Hearing about all these bureaucratic procedures, the guests all felt their hair stand on end. Someone asked, “How long would this take?”

Yang Suguan smiled, “I can handle drafting the articles, which would take about a year. After the articles are established, document exchanges between sects would require another year. With each of the eight sect leaders taking one year to carefully review and annotate, that’s eight more years. In about ten years, we could convene the grand assembly. However, if the sect leaders have disagreements, we’d need to call mediation meetings, and then the time would be unpredictable.”

Hearing that the grand assembly could only reconvene after ten years, everyone’s faces changed color, but the Liu faction people laughed heartily and applauded.

Zhuo Lingzhao knew Yang Suguan was deliberately stalling and was immediately furious, but with so many eyes watching, he couldn’t just kill him with a sword. He could only turn pale with anger, gasping continuously. Seeing their leader so angry, how could the Kunlun disciples endure it? Qian Lingyi was already roaring loudly, “You yellow-mouthed brat dare make grand arguments! Get out of here quickly!”

Hearing the Kunlun disciples’ clamoring, Yang Suguan immediately shook his head and sighed, “Leader Zhuo, your disciples want my Shaolin to withdraw from the mountain—what do you say? Do you really want my Shaolin disciples to withdraw from the martial arts world? Everything in the world cannot overcome a single word: reason. Though your martial arts are high, if your disciples’ words and actions cannot convince the masses, even if you become Martial Arts Alliance Leader, it would be in vain.”

Everyone heard his words contained not a single curse word, yet made the Kunlun disciples blush with shame, and couldn’t help but secretly admire him.

Ling Zhen laughed loudly, “Well said! The Sword God’s martial arts are number one in the world, his character number one in farts!” These were Fang Zijing’s words used to mock Zhuo Lingzhao, which Ling Zhen borrowed for use.

Qian Lingyi, furious beyond reason, cursed, “Dead bald donkey, stop farting! No one thinks you’re mute!”

Ling Zhen retorted, “Fuck your mother! You pig-dog creature also dare bark here!”

The two began cursing each other on the spot. Qian Lingyi’s vulgar street language wasn’t surprising, but that Ling Zhen, one of the Four Great Vajras, could spout profanities so smoothly amazed all the guests who didn’t know him.

Then a seductive voice said, “Stop arguing! Vice Minister Yang hasn’t finished speaking—what are you arguing about?” Qian Lingyi heard this voice so gentle and soul-stirring that his heart couldn’t help but flutter as he quickly looked toward the source of the voice.

He saw a beautiful woman standing gracefully at the side of the hall—it was that shameless seductress Hu Mei’er. Her heart was full of loving admiration as she stared intently at Yang Suguan. Yan Ting, hiding in the rafters, saw Hu Mei’er looking at Yang Suguan with such affection, and all her new and old hatred surged up. Remembering her martial uncle’s tragic death, she couldn’t help but say hatefully, “It’s that shameless woman again.”

Wu Dingyuan, seeing her face full of hatred, thought, “I should find a way to help her kill Hu Mei’er for revenge.”

Seeing Yang Suguan looking at her, Hu Mei’er immediately said coquettishly, “Vice Minister Yang, we haven’t seen each other for so long. This slave has missed you so much!”

Everyone knew Hu Mei’er belonged to Jiang Chong’s faction, so hearing her speak this way, they couldn’t help but be secretly amazed. Jiang Chong showed no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness—apparently Hu Mei’er was naturally promiscuous and would take anyone, even he couldn’t control her.

Seeing Yang Suguan’s sharp tongue beating Zhuo Lingzhao into helplessness, Yan Song now came to the rescue. Seeing some ambiguity between Hu Mei’er and Yang Suguan, he immediately seized upon this opening and sighed, “Who would have thought that though Vice Minister Yang is young, he has friends all over the world and is so close to our ‘Hundred Flowers Fairy’… how remarkable!” These words were quite vicious, linking the two together in one stroke. Indeed, the guests in the hall began discussing among themselves, while Hundred Flowers Fairy was delighted, smiling as she gazed at Yang Suguan with charming grace and coquettish manner.

Hu Mei’er cast flirtatious glances at Yang Suguan. The four men from the Liu faction saw this with varying expressions—Wu Dingyuan frowned deeply, Qin Zhonghai laughed and cursed continuously, while Lu Yun stared with his mouth agape in amazement. Yang Suguan, however, was an old hand in matters of the heart and merely coughed once to regain his composure.

Zhuo Lingzhao said grimly, “Vice Minister Yang, don’t give us that bureaucratic rhetoric. People of the jianghu keep their word and act on their promises. Do you or don’t you agree to establish this alliance leader position? Speak quickly.”

Yang Suguan smiled, “Since Leader Zhuo insists on asking, I cannot but answer.” He turned to look at the Azure Robe scholar and sighed, “Having just heard several senior masters speak, some approve of the alliance leader position while others oppose it. After careful consideration, I feel both sides make reasonable points. However, if I agree with Leader Azure Robe, I’ll inevitably offend my colleagues, but if I agree with what the other leaders say, I’ll hurt Leader Azure Robe’s feelings. Sigh… this is truly difficult!”

A flash of blue anger crossed Zhuo Lingzhao’s face as he said, “Vice Minister Yang’s words are quite incomprehensible. You keep wavering—do you or don’t you want to establish this alliance leader position?”

Yang Suguan smiled slightly, “Leader Zhuo need not be impatient. I just said whether this alliance leader is established or not depends entirely on what powers the alliance leader holds. As long as Leader Zhuo agrees to my request, everything can be discussed.”

Thinking of Yang Suguan’s expertise in deflection, Zhuo Lingzhao’s expression changed slightly, “Are you planning to draft some general principles again?”

Yang Suguan smiled, “That won’t be necessary—as long as Leader Zhuo agrees to one matter, everything can be discussed.”

Zhuo Lingzhao greatly feared this man’s various strange tricks and coughed, “As long as you don’t use that bureaucratic rhetoric, there’s nothing I can’t agree to.”

Yang Suguan put away his smile and nodded, “Leader Zhuo speaks straightforwardly—I thank you in advance.” He gathered his qi to his dantian and declared loudly, “As long as Leader Zhuo swears that after establishing an alliance leader, regardless of who this person is, you will willingly follow orders, allowing them to bestow rewards and punishments with commands flowing like mountains—if so, Suguan will certainly be the first to agree. I wonder what the leader thinks?”

His implication was to establish a Martial Arts Alliance Leader with real power. The guests in the hall hadn’t expected him to speak this way and all exclaimed in surprise. Zhuo Lingzhao was even more astonished—he had thought Yang Suguan would definitely oppose establishing the alliance leader position, but not only did he agree, he even wanted to expand the alliance leader’s authority, which was completely unexpected.

After their amazement, the various sect leaders looked at each other with grave expressions, each calculating the advantages and disadvantages.

Ling Ding also hadn’t expected Yang Suguan to actually voice agreement. In his surprise, he urgently signaled with his eyes, but Yang Suguan pretended not to notice and only looked at Zhuo Lingzhao, waiting for his response.

Zhuo Lingzhao had always been self-confident—even if Yang Suguan had ulterior motives, he didn’t take him seriously. He smiled slightly, “How reasonable of Vice Minister Yang—I thank you first. Since Shaolin has no objections, let’s begin electing the alliance leader.”

He smiled at Ning Bufan, “Please wait a moment. After the alliance leader is established, you can retire then.”

Ning Bufan mumbled agreement repeatedly, unable even to lift his head.

Lu Yun also felt puzzled and quickly asked Qin Zhonghai, “What exactly is Vice Minister Yang planning? It sounds like he’s speaking for Zhuo Lingzhao.”

Qin Zhonghai chuckled, “Vice Minister Yang specializes in shocking statements and takes risks throughout his life. I just hope he doesn’t mess up.”

Qin Zhonghai understood clearly—looking at today’s assembled heroes, those capable of competing for this Martial Arts Alliance Leader position were, besides his own master the Nine Provinces Sword King, only Ling Ding, Zhuo Lingzhao, and Ning Bufan. With Ning Bufan intending to retire and his master having long seen through vanity and worldly affairs, only Ling Ding and Zhuo Lingzhao remained to compete. If Ling Ding defeated the “Sword God,” then Mount Song’s Shaolin would return to the Martial Arts Alliance Leader position. Yang Suguan appeared passionate but was actually calculating for his sect.

Hearing the reasoning, Lu Yun was secretly alarmed, thinking, “Vice Minister Yang’s plan is quite risky. Zhuo Lingzhao’s martial arts are formidable—how dare Master Ling Ding claim certain victory? If Shaolin Temple is defeated, won’t the martial arts world fall into the tiger’s mouth?”

However, having seen Yang Suguan handle affairs, he knew this man always planned thoroughly before acting. Seeing his confident appearance, there must be other schemes—he wouldn’t simply make wedding clothes for Zhuo Lingzhao.

As everyone whispered among themselves, someone emerged from the Dian Cang sect—a man in Taoist robes with a healthy appearance whom the heroes recognized as Yu Chuanzi, one of the Seven Heroes of Dian Cang. He said, “Everyone has said much that makes good sense, but with so many people present, how should we elect the Martial Arts Alliance Leader? Should we draw lots?”

Zhuo Lingzhao sneered, “Since this is for Martial Arts Alliance Leader, martial arts must convince the masses. We might as well compete through combat.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall became greatly excited, calling out, “Combat for leadership! Combat for leadership!”

Hearing the crowd’s cheers, Yuan Yi couldn’t help but sigh, “If we really compete through combat, with nearly a thousand guests present, I fear half would be killed or injured. How can this be?”

Xing Xuanbao said, “Senior Brother Yuan Yi’s concern is valid. To avoid too many casualties, let each sect nominate one person to compete.”

Though Ling Ding was unwilling to establish an alliance leader, with the situation so urgent, there was no other solution. He joined his palms and sighed, “Amitabha, Heaven values life—however you compete doesn’t matter, but it’s important not to kill.”

Everyone spoke with different opinions in endless discussion. Suddenly Ning Bufan sighed, “The Martial Arts Alliance Leader is number one in the world. You don’t know how heavy these empty titles are. I advise you to forget about such nonsense.”

Those with ambitions in the hall all secretly sneered, thinking, “This Ning Bufan has such a petty mind. Because he wants to retire, he won’t allow others to become the martial arts world’s number one. How can there be such cheap deals in the world?”

Seeing everyone arguing with no consensus and unable to devise a proper competition method, suddenly someone said, “Since Mount Song’s Shaolin also doesn’t oppose establishing an alliance leader, with seven sects now in agreement, my Jiuhua Mountain naturally follows suit for the world’s welfare.”

Everyone turned to look—the speaker wore a human skin mask and was indeed Jiuhua Mountain’s leader, the Azure Robe scholar. Zhuo Lingzhao laughed heartily, “Those who understand the times are outstanding talents. Leader Azure Robe is indeed clever.”

The Azure Robe scholar ignored him and continued, “Since the Martial Arts Alliance Leader will command heroes in the future, during competition we cannot injure too many people lest we create resentment. Though I’m incompetent, I have a method here that can both reduce casualties and save competition time.” Previously he had strongly opposed establishing an alliance leader, but with the situation already decided, he could only go with the flow and try to minimize casualties. Knowing the Azure Robe scholar was extremely intelligent, everyone fell silent, waiting for his instructions.

The Azure Robe scholar said, “By my estimate, there are about eight major sects and seventeen schools present, plus over thirty other gangs and societies. Even if each group sends one person to compete, that would require dozens of matches to determine the winner. That would be quite troublesome—it might take a month to finish.”

Everyone knew this was true and nodded in agreement.

Seeing everyone nod, the Azure Robe scholar continued, “Since today’s matter is decided by martial arts level, in my opinion, we might set up a test—only those who pass can challenge others. This would greatly reduce the number of competitors and avoid excessive casualties.”

Everyone called out loudly, “What kind of test? Is it an examination?”

The Azure Robe scholar nodded, “Though not exact, you’re close.” He suddenly leaped up, floating lightly toward the center of the hall. From his seat to the hall’s center was over ten zhang away, yet he didn’t need to touch ground for leverage, floating over like a bird.

Jiuhua Mountain had always been famous for lightness skills, and everyone had long admired this, but seeing this lightness skill of flying through air, the guests still exclaimed in shock, thinking, “In terms of lightness skills, this Azure Robe scholar deserves to be called number one in the world, unmatched in martial arts.”

Ning Bufan, Zhuo Lingzhao and others, seeing such incredible lightness skills, were all secretly amazed.

The Azure Robe scholar landed in the arena and cupped his hands to Ning Bufan, “Please have your sect bring out the temple’s red candles—I’d like to borrow one.”

Ning Bufan didn’t respond but turned to look at Su Ying. Su Ying immediately understood, remembering she was now the nominal sect leader. She coughed and stepped forward, “Distinguished heroes have come to our mountain to elect an alliance leader. Mount Hua’s Yuqing Temple, as host, should naturally assist.” She ordered disciples to bring out the temple’s red candles for the Azure Robe scholar’s use.

The guests heard Su Ying speak appropriately with some bearing of a sect leader, thinking, “This Ning Bufan indeed has far-sighted vision. Though this child isn’t impressive now, given time, when his martial arts improve, with his exceptional intelligence and wit, Mount Hua will surely regain its prestige.”

Soon, Mount Hua disciples brought out a large candle requiring a person’s embrace to encircle, placing it in the hall’s center. Su Ying said, “This candle is used by our sect during festivals—I wonder if it suits the senior’s requirements.”

The Azure Robe scholar nodded, “Fine, fine, but with such a large candle, even fewer will be able to compete.”

Su Ying asked curiously, “What does the senior mean?”

The Azure Robe scholar didn’t answer but said directly, “Please light the fire.”

Mount Hua disciples complied, and immediately blazing flames rose. It was now late afternoon, and the hall had been somewhat dim, but with this giant candle lit, the entire room became brilliantly illuminated.

The Azure Robe scholar stood firmly about ten zhang from the giant candle, saying, “Please watch carefully.” He planted his stance, took a deep breath of true qi, joined his palms and pushed forward swiftly. Everyone felt a strong wind against their faces as an invisible force condensed and struck toward the candle flame. Instantly the flame wavered, then light smoke rose as it was actually extinguished by the Azure Robe scholar’s palm wind.

Seeing this candle was so large and the distance so far, yet the Azure Robe scholar could extinguish it with formless, intangible palm wind—his pure skill was enough to stand proud in the martial arts world. After a long while, the crowd burst into prolonged applause.

A young girl in the crowd shouted loudest—it was Juan’er, her face full of excitement, clearly greatly admiring her master’s divine skill. Seeing this, Yan Ting also felt proud, with both sisters, one above and one below, in high spirits.

The Azure Robe scholar had the candle relit and said, “Anyone who can extinguish the candle flame qualifies to compete for Martial Arts Alliance Leader. What do you think?”

Everyone looked at each other with troubled expressions. To say this method was too simple would invite provocation, but if forced to try, with such a large candle, most would likely embarrass themselves greatly. Yet to say it was too difficult would invite ridicule and mockery, so no one spoke.

The Azure Robe scholar turned to look at Jiang Chong and Qiong Wuchuan, asking, “What do you two court officials think?”

Qiong Wuchuan nodded, “This method is good—it can save many lives. This old man is the first to agree.”

The Azure Robe scholar smiled slightly, “Thank you for your support, Minister Qiong. What about Lord Jiang? What do you think?”

Jiang Chong sipped his tea and smiled, “I don’t understand these martial arts matters. You can handle it yourselves—no need to ask me.” His implication was clear confidence in Zhuo Lingzhao’s martial arts—no matter what competition method, it wouldn’t stump this “Sword God.”

The Azure Robe scholar nodded, “Since both officials have no objections, let’s begin!” He gestured toward Ning Bufan, “I boldly request our host to try first.”

Ning Bufan shook his head and sighed, “I’m about to retire—I’m a useless man of the five lakes. Why try again?” Hearing this, everyone made sounds of understanding, assuming Ning Bufan’s palm power was insufficient and he dared not embarrass himself.

The Azure Robe scholar wouldn’t accept this refusal and shook his head, “Even if Sect Leader Ning intends to retire, you cannot ignore Mount Hua’s reputation. If you don’t compete today, Mount Hua disciples will inevitably face mockery. How can you expect them to establish themselves in the martial arts world?”

Ning Bufan realized this was true. He sighed, “Senior Brother Azure Robe’s instruction is right—I’ll make a fool of myself.” He honestly stood beside the Azure Robe scholar, circulated his qi for a long time, then joined his palms and pushed forward. Everyone felt a thin breeze, and the candle flame swayed, sometimes large, sometimes small, for a very long time before finally dimming and slowly extinguishing.

Everyone saw Ning Bufan’s technique was plain and unremarkable with nothing noteworthy about his method—not even one person applauded. Only Mount Hua disciples gave sparse cheers. The guests secretly shook their heads, thinking, “This Ning Bufan claims to be number one in the world, but his palm power isn’t very impressive. How did he get those eight hundred victories? Could it be through poison darts?”

Amid everyone’s sighs, suddenly someone laughed and stepped forward—one of the Seven Heroes of Dian Cang, Chi Chuanzi. He said, “Ning Bufan claims to be number one in the world, but his palm power is just so-so. Watch mine!” He shouted and held his palms in a circle, creating sounds of wind and thunder within. Everyone’s hearts jumped, thinking, “Dian Cang Mountain dominates the southwest—they really have skills.”

The man pushed his palms out forcefully and shouted, “Extinguish!”

The candle flame violently fluttered but only trembled slightly without any sign of extinguishing. The man’s face turned completely red as he pushed again with force. This time the palm wind actually seemed to add fuel to fire, making the candle burn even brighter. Chi Chuanzi couldn’t bear this loss of face and repeatedly activated his palm power, working up a full sweat, but the flame blazed brilliantly without any dimming.

Some troublemakers in the crowd immediately laughed, “Enough! It’s getting dark—come down and rest!”

Chi Chuanzi’s face turned red with shame as he desperately exerted more force, but his palm wind grew weaker and weaker until the candle flame didn’t move at all. With a great shout, he ran out of the temple amid everyone’s laughter, his face streaked with tears, truly ashamed to the extreme.

Various people then came forward to try. Many had originally been confident in their palm power, but after channeling energy and striking out, most found their palm power insufficient. Seeing the candle flame unmoved, they realized they were frogs in a well and could only retreat in shame.

In less than half an hour, over a hundred people had tried, but not one had this ability. Only then did the guests realize the difficulty and put away their previous arrogant attitudes.

Seeing no one come forward for a long time, the Azure Robe scholar asked, “Are there others who wish to try?”

Yang Suguan, sitting in the crowd, asked Wei Zizhuang, “Would Guard Wei like to try?”

Wei Zizhuang knew his power was insufficient—if he went up, he’d likely lose face, so he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

During the quiet moment, suddenly a master leaped from the Kunlun group shouting, “I’ll go!”

Everyone turned to look—it was “Sword Cold” Jin Lingshuang. He walked to the arena and meditated for a long time before slowly standing up. He exhaled several times, then joined his palms and pushed forward forcefully. Immediately an extremely cold wind blew past, and the candle flame only flickered without signs of extinguishing.

Most guests were mean-spirited and enjoyed seeing others fail. Seeing Jin Lingshuang about to embarrass himself, they were about to mock him when suddenly a layer of frost appeared around the candle, and the flame flickered uncertainly before slowly extinguishing. This palm technique won through cold internal energy rather than the palm wind itself being remarkable. Jin Lingshuang exhaled a long breath, bowed to Zhuo Lingzhao, and returned to his seat.

The Azure Robe scholar frowned, “This is problematic—only three people have passed this test. Are there no other outstanding talents in the martial arts world?”

Suddenly someone shouted, “Arrogant words! With Mount Song’s Shaolin Temple here, how dare you speak so!”

A thunderous shout echoed, followed by a strong wind. Everyone felt the wind so fierce it cut their faces like knives—in an instant, the candle flame was extinguished.

Everyone looked in shock—the person who struck was a fat monk with a fierce face, Ling Zhen.

He shouted, “Light the candle! My senior brother wants to compete!” Mount Hua disciples were startled and quickly lit the candle, waiting for Ling Ding.

In the candlelight, an old monk slowly walked down—the Shaolin Luohan Hall’s seat master, Ling Ding, known as a holy monk. The saying goes “Three treasures in Damo Hall, Four Vajras before Luohan Hall”—Ling Ding’s martial arts were second only to Master Tianjue, nearly equal to Abbot Ling Zhi. Everyone held respectful attitudes, eager to see his methods.

Ling Ding stood before the giant candle, joined his palms and said, “It’s not that this old monk seeks competition, but as Shaolin disciples, we cannot fail our thousand-year martial reputation.”

Ling Ding’s qi followed his intention, his feet stepped apart, and without breathing exercises, he pushed out a single palm. Suddenly a wild wind blew, and the guests, caught in this fierce wind, either lost their footing or had their clothes blown about, all crying out. Several female guests tightly grasped their skirts, fearing exposure. With a thunderous sound, the giant candle was actually toppled by the palm wind, and the flame had long been extinguished.

Everyone’s faces changed color in shock, speechless for a long time. After a very long while, finally a cheer erupted, echoing far from the Taoist temple. Distant villagers, whether farming or weaving, heard this thunderous sound and thought spring thunder had struck—some went out to collect clothes, others returned home for umbrellas, creating continuous traffic on the roads.

Ning Bufan was also shocked and praised, “Shaolin Temple’s leadership of the martial arts world is truly not empty reputation. It seems I can finally relinquish this empty title of number one in the world.”

The Azure Robe scholar glanced at him, “Sect Leader Ning didn’t use full power—why be modest?”

After a while, Mount Hua disciples came forward to raise the giant candle and relight it. The Azure Robe scholar asked everyone, “Master Shaolin has already competed—is there anyone else who wishes to try?”

Seeing no one willing to come forward, the Azure Robe scholar walked to Fang Zijing’s seat and asked, “What does Master Fang think?”

Fang Zijing didn’t rise but just shook his head, “Candles are dead, but enemies are alive. Though the leader’s method has good intentions, it cannot compare to real martial arts.”

The Azure Robe scholar urged, “With Master Fang’s deep skill, extinguishing this mere candle would surely be as easy as turning one’s hand. With such excellent abilities, why doesn’t the master compete for the Martial Arts Alliance Leader position?”

Fang Zijing smiled slightly, “At this declining age, why still seek these empty titles? I came today only to see the contemporary true dragon. I appreciate the leader’s good intentions.” He kept his hands in his sleeves and didn’t act.

Several troublemakers laughed, “After all that talk, he’s afraid of embarrassing himself!” Before their words finished, those people were already kicked flying into the arena. Then someone charged over, and after a series of roars, his body spun like a top. Instantly flames flashed as strong wind rushed toward the giant candle—with a whooshing sound, the candle flame was extinguished.

Everyone quickly looked—the newcomer wore military uniform and was a young general. Lu Yun, Yang Suguan and others clapped and called, “Zhonghai, excellent martial arts!” This person was none other than Qin Zhonghai coming to test his blade.

The Azure Robe scholar smiled, “Though this general didn’t rely on palm power but used blade wind to extinguish the candle, it’s similar enough. This can count as qualification.”

Hearing this, Qin Zhonghai shook his head, “Leader Azure Robe flatters me. With my shallow martial arts, how could I compete for any Martial Arts Alliance Leader? I only wanted to test whether my skills were adequate—I have no other intentions.” As he spoke, his face turned toward Fang Zijing as if addressing him. But Fang Zijing only closed his eyes to rest, showing no emotion.