Chapter 3143: I still wanted to ask you

They, as fellow disciples, wanted to use this sword cultivator conference to bring fame to their master, but it was only just to bring fame, that's all.

As for the title of Sword Immortal, they never even thought of it from beginning to end.

After all, they know their master's capabilities well enough—how could they not know?

Letting the master go and bravely seize the Sword Immortal title? That's ridiculous; just gaining some fame would already be good.

But who would have thought? In the end, the master actually did take the Sword Immortal title, truly leaving a few people dumbfounded.

In fact, even before, several of them were already dazed; even Xu Jie suspected that the master hadn't gone off on his own with them?

Moreover, the master's ambition surpasses theirs; as soon as he acted, he pointed his sword at the Sword Immortal title—truly a case of greed exceeding one's grasp, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant.

But the master's move made things a bit awkward; anyone with eyes could see there was some hidden agenda.

Gazing blankly at Hong Zun still on the stage, as Lu Youyou's words fell, Zhao Zhengping and Liu Shuang remained silent, while Xu Jie sighed.

"Master truly lives up to being master; his appetite remains as great as ever."

Huh???

Hearing that, the three all looked doubtful; Xu Jie frowned and said.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Am I wrong?"

"No, I'm just wondering why the master insists on the Sword Immortal title—it's useless."

"You just don't understand; what kind of person is the master?"

"What kind of person?"

"I can be useless, but I must have it—just like the Sword Immortal title: everyone may not acknowledge it, but I cannot lack it."

"Then isn't it still useless?"

"Never mind all that; now that the master has bravely taken the Sword Immortal title, we should hurry and congratulate him."

Immediately, Xu Jie took the lead in clapping and cheering.

And his applause was clearly different from the others', genuine excitement; he even shouted loudly.

"Master is mighty, Master is the Sword Immortal, Master is mighty………………"

Beside them, Zhao Zhengping and Lu Youyou also shouted along; although Liu Shuang didn't shout, she still clapped.

But Hong Zun on the stage, hearing those disciples' cheers, felt his anger rising steadily.

A bunch of rebellious disciples—don't you see that Master's face is flushed?

However, at that moment, a towering figure as heavy as a mountain leapt onto the stage and grabbed Hong Zun in an embrace, exclaiming excitedly.

"Hong Brother, I knew you could do it; Hong Brother, you are the Sword Immortal."

Wang Tieshu………………

Being tightly held in Wang Tieshu's arms, Hong Zun only felt a sense of suffocation—what is this woman up to again?

Wang Tieshu didn't think much of it; she only knew that Hong Brother had won, he was the Sword Immortal, and that title was truly deserved.

In her heart, Hong Zun ought to be the Sword Immortal.

Wang Tieshu's action also left the crowd below with complex, indescribable feelings.

"Damn, we were just playing along with you, that's enough—how did you actually go ahead and celebrate?"

Seeing the two embracing on stage, to everyone it looked like they were genuinely celebrating—how could they take it seriously?

After finally breaking free from Wang Tieshu's embrace, most of the people on the field had already left, scattered here and there.

Even Qi Xiong and Ye Zhangqing had disappeared.

"Huff……………… Wang Tieshu, you want to kill me?"

He first took a deep breath, then turned to glare at Wang Tieshu angrily; hearing that, Wang Tieshu looked aggrieved and said.

"Hong Brother, I………… I'm just happy for you."

"Happy? Happy my ass—there's a big problem here."

As he spoke, Hong Zun turned to look for Qi Xiong's figure, but after scanning around, there was no sign of that old fellow.

Just as Hong Zun was gritting his teeth and cursing silently, the steward beside Qi Xiong stepped forward respectfully and said.

"Hall Master Hong Zun, the Sect Master has ordered you to go to the main hall after your celebrations; he has something to say."

Hearing that, Hong Zun immediately flew into a rage and shouted.

"He still has business? I'm the one who has business."

He cursed as he walked, heading for the sect's main hall.

Inside the main hall at that moment, Qi Xiong, Ye Zhangqing, Wu Shou, Shi Song, including Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie, and others had been summoned.

Hong Zun hadn't arrived; Qi Xiong first questioned Xu Jie.

In response, Xu Jie and the others didn't hide anything, stating their thoughts frankly.

After all, it was for the master's sake, not something bad—what was there to fear speaking about?

After hearing them out, Qi Xiong silently glanced at those present.

"So the first part was them, as disciples, wanting to bring fame to the master; what about the latter part?"

The later events, Xu Jie and the three others have already spoken about; they have nothing to do with them, and they simply didn't know.

Regarding that, Qi Xiong believed it, saying they simply lacked the capability.

But how then to explain the later events?

Still, Xu Jie spoke up.

"Sect Master, this is the disciples' speculation; in fact, the master had intended the Sword Immortal title from the start and had long prepared for it."

As soon as those words were spoken, Qi Xiong gritted his teeth and said.

"Indeed, it's just that old bastard pulling strings behind the scenes."

Xu Jie's speculation is sound and well‑founded, spoken coherently; it ought to be exactly so.

Old thing, greedy for empty fame, disregarding the sect's face, in front of so many people—you are utterly shameless.

Losing face yourself would be bad enough, but you drag the whole sect into losing face with you—good, truly my good junior brother, the sect's excellent hall master.

With such conduct, Hong Zun, how will you ever face the sect's ancestors again?

This matter must teach Hong Zun a lesson; otherwise, who knows what disaster he'll bring upon the sect later.

He secretly thought that he would not let this matter slide.

Perhaps over the years, this senior brother has never disciplined his junior, letting this old thing grow ever more arrogant.

Just as he was thinking that, Hong Zun also happened to stride into the hall. Seeing the situation, Qi Xiong immediately raised his brows, about to shout angrily, but Hong Zun was faster; upon seeing Qi Xiong, he sped up, covering three steps in two, arriving at the center of the hall.

Ignoring everyone else, he pointed at Qi Xiong and let out an angry shout.

"You with the surname Qi, what exactly are you trying to do? Today you've thrown away all my old face."

Huh???

The sudden angry shout actually left Qi Xiong unable to respond; for a moment he stood there stunned, his gaze vacant as he looked down at Hong Zun.

No, he's basically saying my words.

These words are exactly what he wanted to say; moreover, where does this guy get the nerve to speak so righteously?

Seeing Qi Xiong remain silent, Hong Zun became even more worked up and shouted.

"Speak up, speak up, how come you've gone mute now? I ask you, as this senior brother, as this sect master, how did you even get the position?"

"As a senior brother, you disregard your junior's face, and you didn't even consult me beforehand; you're unworthy of being a brother."

"As sect master, you even abandon the sect's upper and lower, disregarding the sect's honor; like this, how will you ever face the ancestors of my Dao One Immortal Sect?"

"Qi Xiong, you are practically a sinner of my Dao One Immortal Sect."

Huh??? For a moment, Qi Xiong was directly scolded into stupidity.