You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

Chapter 302: Giving Up the Position of Elder

Three days later...

Wuji knelt motionless in the slightly cramped room. The walls around him seemed to be pressing in on him, making him feel a little breathless.

There was nothing else in the room except a lonely round couch.

Who would have thought that this would be Elder Wuxiang’s room?

As an elder of a first-class sect, living in such a simple and small place really makes people feel out of place.

At this moment, on the round couch, a rotten corpse was sitting on it.

The corpse gave off a disgusting stench that filled the entire room.

But Wuji seemed unaware of this and continued kneeling with empty eyes.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside: "Dong Dong Dong——"

However, Wuji was like a sculpture, ignoring the knock on the door, still maintaining the original posture and expression, without moving at all.

Seeing no response from inside, the person outside the door paused for a moment and then stopped knocking on the door. Instead, he reached out and pushed it open.

With a sharp "creaky" sound, the door slowly opened, and an old and heavy sigh came into the room: "Wuxiang's life is miserable..."

The person who walked into the room was the leader of the Holy Sword Sect, who was also the supreme leader of the sect to which Wuji and Wuxiang belonged.

He had a sad face, and shook his head as he slowly walked to the round couch, staring at Wuxiang's body that was no longer in human form.

He said with great sorrow: "Elder Wuxiang has average talent. He relied on his unremitting efforts and extraordinary ruthless methods to climb to the position of elder step by step."

"I thought he had finally achieved something after going through so much hardship, but I never expected that he would encounter such a disaster and be killed by a sneak attack by a villain..."

Speaking of this, the sect leader couldn't help but feel sad, with his eyes slightly red.

"An assassin actually sneaked into the sect and caused the death of the sect elders. This is all my fault. I, as the sect leader, cannot escape the blame!"

The clan leader let out a long sigh, his voice filled with self-blame and regret.

Wuji stood there quietly, with his back turned to those who came to pay their condolences hypocritically.

Their every word and every sigh pierced Wuji's heart like a poisonous arrow.

His eyes, which were originally as deep as a lake of water, were now flashing with burning and boundless hatred.

However, just when Wuji was about to lose control, Wuxiang's last words seemed like a curse.

It kept echoing in his ears: "Wuji... don't be impulsive... as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood..."

Wuji clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood flowed down his fingers.

The rage in his heart almost burned the whole world to ashes. He really wanted to turn around immediately, draw the sword at his waist, and stab the hypocritical old beast fiercely!

However, he couldn't do that. Reason told him that if he acted rashly now, not only would he fail to get revenge, but he would also lose his life in vain.

Although Wuji at this time had already cultivated to the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage, there was still a huge gap between him and the sect leader.

Moreover, even his most trusted weapon, "Kyotama", has not yet been released.

With his current strength, there is no way he can be a match for the leader of a huge sect.

Wuji felt as if his brain had been hit hard by a club and went blank in an instant.

Only hatred, like a surging tide, continuously poured into his mind, making it almost impossible for him to think about anything else.

Looking back on his previous life, Wuji always believed that it was his arrogant and domineering style of doing things that aroused the vigilance and fear of the so-called son of destiny, thus bringing about his fatal disaster.

But it was not until today that he suddenly realized that his brother's tragic death was not accidental, but a predetermined outcome.

The power relations within a first-rate sect are extremely complicated and intricate.

It is formed by the fusion and interweaving of many diverse forces.

Although my brother successfully took the position of elder with his amazing strength, he was always suppressed in the sect because he lacked deep foundation to support him.

Now, he has successfully won the position of chief disciple, which means that within a hundred years, when Wuji reaches the peak of the Refining Void Stage,

The Holy Sword Sect will once again have another respected elder.

Once a sect has two elders, the power they hold will surely occupy a pivotal position within the sect and they will have great say.

However, such a situation is absolutely intolerable and unacceptable to the many forces of the Holy Sword Sect.

Especially at this moment, the sect leader who was standing behind him, feeling uneasy because of the grief of the other party, was even more worried about this.

Back then, this sect leader was undoubtedly a favored child of heaven in his time.

It's a pity that fate played a trick on him. Although he was extremely talented, he had no successor.

None of his descendants had the talent to catch up with him.

When he witnessed Wuxiang, who was in his prime and had extraordinary strength, and Wuji, who was just beginning to show his talent and had unlimited potential, the sect leader couldn't help but feel a strong sense of crisis deep in his heart.

In his opinion, between Wuxiang and Wuji...only one of them can survive in the end!

"Thank you for your concern and care, Sect Master..." Wuji had a gloomy face, although he said some seemingly polite words.

Because he was kneeling and saluting towards Wuxiang at this moment, the sect leader behind him could not see the true expression on his face at all. He mistakenly believed that Wuji was completely unaware of the current situation and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, if Wuji has already known all the inside stories, then the sect leader would probably no longer be able to tolerate this person.

It is better not to know.

After all, as the leader of a sect, he shoulders the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the entire sect. Naturally, he does not want to lose two gifted and powerful genius disciples at the same time.

Thinking of this, the sect leader couldn't help but sigh: "Alas..."

Then, he showed a guilty look on his face and muttered to himself, "I have an unshirkable responsibility... I really feel ashamed of you two brothers."

After a brief pause, the leader seemed to have made a difficult decision.

He said to Wuji solemnly: "How about this, I will temporarily keep your brother's position as the elder for you. When your cultivation breaks through to the peak of the Refining Void Realm, the position of the elder will be yours!"

When Wuji heard these words, his body began to tremble violently involuntarily.

His eyes widened, his heart filled with anger and disbelief.

He couldn't accept the fact that the murderer who killed his relatives could be so shameless as to take things that originally belonged to their family and try to make him grateful.

At this moment, Wuji thought of how his brother had regretted many times before his death that he had extraordinary brute strength but lacked strategy and wisdom.

And now, facing such a sinister, cunning and extremely hypocritical person, he felt even more powerless.

Suddenly, Liu Yuntian's face with a hypocritical smile appeared in Wuji's mind without warning.

He couldn't help but ask himself over and over again in his heart, if the same thing happened to Liu Yuntian, how would he deal with it with his scheming and means?

"My Lords, you are joking. If Liu wants to gain a foothold in the world, he still needs to rely on you!"

"How dare Liu, who lives in a poor and barren land, have the rebellious heart to depose Shi and establish Mu?"

“Although the profits from salt and sugar are huge, they are actually reserved for the capable!”

"Liu is just keeping a few for you."

"I hope you can give me some face and accept this share of salt and sugar..."

Wuji suddenly came back to his senses.

The trembling pupils suddenly stabilized.

Then he gently wiped away the tears on his face,

He forced a smile and turned back slowly, "Master, you are so kind to me."

"Wuji is grateful."

"But Wuji's power has declined, and he has lost his brother's protection..."

"However, if the Sect Master can take care of me, Wuji is willing to give up the position of elder!"