Chapter 3146

All the fellow disciples intend to imitate Hong Zun's move; winning or losing doesn't matter, but they can enjoy the feast.

Moreover, if Hong Zun can be this sword immortal, why can't they?

The only issue to note is the scheduling.

Otherwise, if several conferences were held at the same time, everyone would have to attend the feast, and Ye Zhangqing would be unable to be in multiple places.

Lin Potian transmitted his idea to Qin Shan Hai, saying it once, but received no reply.

He turned his head suspiciously, only to see that this guy was already eating with oil dripping from his mouth.

"Damn it, we're talking about serious matters."

Seeing this, Lin Potian's face darkened. "I'm here racking my brains, and you're over there just eating? If you're going to eat, at least say something."

Lin Potian felt he had a problem, a big one; at this point, still thinking about these things—how could one not focus while eating?

He immediately stopped wasting words with Qin Shan Hai, lowered his head, and started eating heartily.

The others were the same, eating with oil dripping from their mouths.

For a while, the courtyard was filled with the sound of chewing; only after the dishes on the table were completely cleared did everyone leisurely take out fine wine and begin to drink slowly.

This has practically become a custom: when dining at Ye Zhangqing's place, who has time to drink alcohol? Isn't it always after one is full?

Moreover, if Ye Zhangqing is in a good mood, one might even get two extra side dishes to go with the drink—that's a gain.

Anyway, when drinking at Ye Zhangqing's place, you basically don't need any dishes.

If you want to alternate a bite of dish with a sip of wine, you won't even get a chance to have a hot bite.

After the meal was finished, the atmosphere instantly became harmonious; jars of rare immortal brew, seldom seen on the market, were passed around among everyone.

"Fellow Daoist, care for a sip of my Seven-Flower wine?"

"Isn't that what women drink? I don't want it."

"Fellow Daoist, I have some top-grade Heavenly Immortal wine."

"Wait a moment, I'm stuffed; let me take it easy."

When drinking, no one fought over it; people sat together in small groups, drinking while chatting idly.

At this moment, Qi Xiong, Wu Shou, Shi Song, Zhao Tianqing, Tianhe, and a few others sat together.

Qi Xiong was also calculating in his mind; the Sword Immortal conference organized by Hong Zun was still quite good.

Although there had been an accident in the middle, the feast was indeed enjoyed—and they even had two servings.

Could he also imitate and organize one himself?

But what should he organize? As a sect leader, holding something like Hong Zun's Sword Immortal or Blade Immortal conference would be inappropriate.

Wouldn't that be actively narrowing his own path?

He originally had no clue, but after a few drinks, Qi Xiong suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Right, we shouldn't hold a Sword Immortal conference; what about organizing a Best Sect Master selection instead?"

At that time, let all willing sect masters from the Human Race and various Sects participate; then we just need to work out the rules, and it'll be done.

These aren't the main point; the selection can be casually arranged. Anyway, Qi Xiong himself being first would surely be deserved; the rest can be arbitrary—the main thing is to be able to enjoy the feast.

The more he thought, the brighter Qi Xiong's eyes became; the meal was already finished, and this cup of plain wine was boring, so he simply got up, invited Wu Shou, and left on some pretext.

No one thought much of it; after all, everyone had already eaten and drunk what they needed.

All the way back to his own Dong Fu, seeing Qi Xiong's excited expression, Wu Shou still asked doubtfully.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"You were fine just a moment ago; how could a meal excite you like this? And your timing is off—are you dense?"

Faced with Wu Shou's doubt, Qi Xiong first struggled to hide his excitement.

"Junior Brother, sit down first; let us brothers sit and talk."

After Wu Shou took his seat, Qi Xiong then smiled and began to speak.

"Junior Brother, what do you think of Senior Brother organizing a Best Sect Master selection? Would that have potential?"

"Huh? What?"

"The Best Sect Master."

"Best what master?"

"Best Sect Master."

"What sect master?"

"Damn it, I just want to enjoy the feast."

"Oh, Senior Brother, you should have said so earlier."

Immediately, Qi Xiong explained his initial idea to Wu Shou in full detail.

As for Wu Shou, he naturally trusted him completely; moreover, Wu Shou is the Sect's Grand Elder, with no subordinate hall under his charge, so he certainly couldn't organize another Sword Immortal conference like Hong Zun did.

Therefore, what Qi Xiong said was held back nothing.

However, in his excitement, he failed to notice that the more he listened, the brighter Wu Shou's eyes became.

By the end, when Qi Xiong finished speaking, Wu Shou's eyes were already shining.

"How about it, Junior Brother—does my idea have potential?"

"Yes, it definitely does."

In response, Wu Shou didn't even think twice, nodding repeatedly; this idea was simply superb.

Qi Xiong's words, heard by Wu Shou, were like a guiding lamp, lighting his path ahead.

Senior Brother can organize a Best Sect Master selection, then as the Grand Elder of the Dao One Immortal Sect, couldn't he also organize a Best Grand Elder selection?

Just as every Sect has a Sect Master, every Sect also has a Grand Elder.

Moreover, after hearing Qi Xiong's explanation, this damn thing even had the detailed rules worked out for him—seven out of eight—so Wu Shou wouldn't need to expend any more mental effort; he could just take it over and use it directly, which is simply wonderful.

Wu Shou's heart literally blossomed with joy, yet on the surface he remained composed as he spoke.

Indeed, it's still Senior Brother; the junior disciple never had this idea.

Facing Wu Shou's flattery, Qi Xiong grinned and said.

"You're just too honest; you've been like that since you were little."

Among the fellow senior brothers, Wu Shou's age is closest to Qi Xiong's.

Back then, when Shīzūn faked his death and left, many things were still thanks to Wu Shou's help, such as looking after the junior disciples.

After all, Qi Xiong had no time at all to attend to these trivial matters back then; he could only rely on the older ones looking after the younger ones, one by one.

He almost only personally handles cultivation and breakthroughs—these critical matters.

Thus, Qi Xiong's feelings for Wu Shou are the deepest; later Wu Shou became the Sect's Grand Elder, and indeed he is his most relied-upon right and left hand.

Like that old thing Hong Zun, every time he caused trouble outside, wasn't it Wu Shou who accompanied him to resolve it?

So, having just had a good idea in his heart, Qi Xiong didn't call anyone else; he only summoned Wu Shou, without hiding anything at all.

As for Wu Shou's reaction to this, he merely revealed a smile and said.

"Senior Brother, you know me."

"I know you too well; forget it, let's not talk about these today—just now, when I spoke to you, the junior disciple also thought it was a good idea, right?"

"Yes, how could it not be? This move not only can boost the Sect's prestige, but crucially we can also enjoy a feast—it's truly great."

Although he said that with his mouth, in his heart Wu Shou was thinking...

"To boost the Sect's prestige, it's not necessary to have the title of 'Best Sect Master'; being the 'Best Grand Elder' would also be fine."