Chapter 629: How Dare You Call Me by My Name!

Head of the Swordholding Hall?

Ye Zhiwei blinked in surprise.

While she was still stunned, she suddenly heard Ye Zhiwei laugh:

“I say, Jiu Yu, when did you get so insecure?”

Huh?!

Upon hearing this, not only Jiu Yu herself, but even the others froze.

What does Jiu Yu have to do with “insecure”?

You’d barely even need to remove one character!

“I didn’t!” Jiu Yu immediately retorted upon regaining her senses.

“Then why do you think Zhiwei will surpass you in the future?”

“When did I ever think that?!”

I, Jiu Yu Ancestor, am the number one prodigy of all heavens and worlds, the youngest Soul Transformation in history!

At that moment, Zhang Yunlu also realized and reminded:

“Senior Sister, once the Sect Master achieves Dao Union, the Head of the Swordholding Hall must be at the Sword Lord level.”

The Swordholding Hall, as Jianzong’s violent arm, is uniquely positioned among the sect’s four major institutions.

For the Alchemy Pavilion, Dharma Transmission Tower, and Discipline Hall, the lowest requirement for their top leaders is only Profound Enlightenment cultivation—though higher is fine too.

These positions don’t demand such strict realm thresholds as the Sect Master’s.

Moreover, the leaders of these three institutions usually also hold the position of one of Jianzong’s Four Elders.

But the Swordholding Hall is different: due to its extreme combat requirements, only a Sword Lord of the True Void realm can serve as its Head.

Usually, they don’t manage affairs—just hold the title—and don’t concurrently serve as Swordholding Elder.

The one who actually manages affairs and concurrently holds the Swordholding Elder position is one of the Deputy Heads.

“So what?” Jiu Yu said dismissively.

Huh?

She still hasn’t realized this?

Jiu Yu looked at the stunned group but said nothing.

She wanted to help Little Ye become Head of the Swordholding Hall, but she wasn’t going to push for it right after becoming Sect Master!

By the time Little Ye reaches True Void, I’ll surely already be True Void myself—maybe even stronger!

And now that I’m Sect Master, I’ll naturally have to find ways to change things…

Lin Xuanxuan stared at Jiu Yu and suddenly had a bizarre thought, followed by a strange image.

Jiu Yu holding the Sect Master’s token, sitting on the Sect Master’s throne, cackling like a great demon lord.

Before her, a crowd of Jianzong sword cultivators raised their swords, shouting, “No Sect Master lasts forever!” and “Today we change heaven and earth!” as they charged toward her…

Come to think of it, if that day ever came, the scene would be pretty dramatic!

Hmm…

No!

What am I imagining?!

Lin Xuanxuan quickly shook the bizarre image from her mind.

With the Sword Ancestor and Sword Sovereign Ancestor still around, if she dared do that, she’d be turned into minced meat!

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…

That afternoon, Jiu Yu took the group to Jianzong’s cafeteria for a good meal.

All the ingredients were brought by her—her best possible finds.

The main dish, the fish, was something she had begged for a long time before finally getting from Bie Xuening.

Most of the side dishes were generously sponsored by Xu Xing, who found her pleading with Bie Xuening amusing.

They were all rare spiritual plants Xu Xing had collected over the years.

As the only two alchemists present, Ye Zhiwei and Lin Xuanxuan felt pained just eating them.

As for the liquor, it was still the same jar given by the Charm Ancestor, though diluted by Li Ke.

The overall standard of the gathering was exceptionally high.

Jiu Yu, having shown off thoroughly, was extremely satisfied—she practically floated as she walked.

Of course, she didn’t forget her plan to get Zhao Ruohan drunk on Ye Zhiwei…

The two secretly swapped cups, replacing one with undiluted liquor to trick Ye Zhiwei into drinking it—but unsurprisingly, they were caught.

In the end, somehow…

Except for Zhang Yunlu, Lin Xuanxuan, and Ye Zhiwei—the three younger ones—

Jiu Yu, Zhao Ruohan, and Ye Zhiwei all got drunk.

Night fell, the moon bright.

A semicircular barrier, glowing with faint golden inscriptions, enclosed Jiu Yu’s cave dwelling; occasionally, the array patterns flickered faintly.

Outside the barrier,

Zhang Yunlu, Lin Xuanxuan, and Ye Zhiwei stood by the path, gazing at the dim structure within the array.

Occasionally, a flicker of light darted past a window—as if something luminous was swiftly gliding inside.

The Xuan Zhu fruit tree on the wooden rack outside emitted a hazy glow, adding further strangeness to the already eerie scene…

“What’s going on now…?”

A clear voice came from behind them.

All three turned—there stood a petite girl with a porcelain doll’s face and beautiful crimson eyes, hands behind her back, walking slowly toward them.

Lin Xuanxuan and Ye Zhiwei froze.

Who is this?

Zhang Yunlu immediately stepped forward:

“Lady Yue Ling, Senior Sister is drunk—we can’t control her, so we asked you to help.”

Jiu Yu got drunk again?!

Yue Ling’s eyes lit up.

Then I’ve got another excuse…

She gloated inwardly, but kept a calm, indifferent expression:

“Fine.”

After all, there’s not just Xiao Yunlu here—there are outsiders too!

As one of Jianzong’s Ancestral Swords, she must maintain her dignity.

“I’ll handle it.”

She walked slowly into the array, heading toward Jiu Yu’s cave.

Watching her back—nowhere near “tall”—the other two felt uneasy.

“Little Zhang, are you sure this person can handle a drunk Senior Sister Jiu Yu?” Lin Xuanxuan asked anxiously.

A drunk Senior Sister Jiu Yu is worse than…

“She can.” Zhang Yunlu nodded slightly. “Last time Senior Sister got drunk, she was the one who fixed it.”

Is she really that capable?

“Who is she…?”

“My Master’s sword—one of Jianzong’s Ancestral Swords.”

Jianzong’s Ancestral Sword?

So she’s one of the Immortal Ancestor’s swords?!

Ye Zhiwei beside her also froze.

She knew one of Jianzong’s Ancestral Swords was named “Yue Ling.”

But she couldn’t possibly connect the porcelain-faced, crimson-eyed girl before her with the legendary Ancestral Sword…

Ahead, Yue Ling was secretly listening.

Hearing Zhang Yunlu introduce her, she straightened her back even more.

That’s right! That’s right!

She was Jianzong’s Ancestral Sword—one of only two Immortal Swords in the Tai Xuan Realm!

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…

Soon, Yue Ling arrived at the cave entrance.

The door hung half-open, the interior dark, with faint rustling sounds audible inside.

So dark—why isn’t anyone lighting a lamp?!

Crash!

Fearless Yue Ling kicked the door open with one foot and strode in boldly.

After glancing around, her gaze locked onto a shadowy lump in the corner—her small face twisted with a strange expression.

“Jiu Yu?”

"Audacious ruffian, how dare you call out the sect master's name!"

But Chi Jiu Yu was crouched like a spider against the corner, glaring at her as he shouted.

Yue Ling: "..."

It's just drinking wine—how did it give me hallucinations?

But all your drunken hallucinations revolve around this—how much do you want to be sect master?!