Chapter 3150: Shut Up

Qi Xiong glared at the junior disciples below, his eyes wide with anger, saliva droplets about to spray onto everyone's faces.

Faced with the furious Qi Xiong, everyone fell silent.

After looking around, Qi Xiong finally fixed his gaze on Mo Yun, this guy who had spoken the most just now.

Raising his brow, Qi Xiong immediately snapped.

"Speak up—you're usually so talkative, why aren't you speaking now?"

Mo Yun replied with a hurt expression.

"Senior Brother, it's you who wouldn't let me speak."

"You……………………"

"Well I did speak—it's not me, Senior Brother, you're just too self‑interested."

"What did you say? I'm self‑interested?"

Just by speaking, he set Qi Xiong off completely—how he became Sect Master back then is unknown to outsiders, and you lot don't know either?

Back when the sect lacked successors, aside from Qi Xiong no one could steady the situation, so he had no choice but to become Sect Master.

After that, for the sect he could be described as devoted to the point of exhaustion, shouldering everything alone.

And now you're calling him self‑interested? You damn ……………………

A pent‑up frustration burst forth in his heart at this moment—over the years he's given everything to the sect, what has the sect given him in return? Apart from a bunch of troublemaking junior disciples, what else?

Besides, is he organizing this Best Sect Master selection just for that empty fame?

"All I want is to eat the feast."

"I know that—so why not let us go first?"

Upon hearing that, Mo Yun replied with a solemn expression.

"Senior Brother, since it's all about the feast, let's first hold some kind of Confucian Immortal Assembly—we'll still get to eat the feast."

"You……………………"

Seeing Mo Yun's serious expression, Qi Xiong laughed in anger—let you go first? Then what's left for me?

When the time comes, if Changqing kid outright refuses, what will he do?

Seeing these crafty little monkeys, whatever he thought of, they obviously thought of too.

They all wanted to be the first to grab their own share of the feast.

Left with no choice, he resorted to his final trump card—Qi Xiong's eyes reddened, and he spoke with a sorrowful expression.

"Fine, fine, you've all grown wings now—back when you cultivated, I taught you hands‑on."

"Hong Zun, back then you were timid—who kept you company during every thunderstorm?"

"Senior Brother, you……………………"

"And Qin Shan Hai, when you were weak as a child, who got you the spiritual medicine, who prepared your herbal bath, who constantly took you to see doctors?"

"Why draw your sword? Do you want to kill me?"

"Senior Brother, I'll return my life to you."

"You…………… get lost."

"And Mo Yun, when you were seven and couldn't speak, who taught you to talk hand‑in‑hand, who taught you to read?"

"Senior Brother, I was little back then—besides, if you hadn't taught me to read, you wouldn't be cultured either."

"Get lost—if I'd known you'd turn out like this, I'd rather you stayed mute your whole life."

Everyone present was called out by Qi Xiong one by one—each of you, back then, was raised by this Senior Brother, literally from diapers to adulthood.

Now that you've grown up, you've all forgotten.

As he spoke, Qi Xiong's eyes reddened, as if tears were swirling in them.

Seeing Qi Xiong like that, even the sharp‑tongued Mo Yun wore a complex expression.

What the Senior Brother said are facts; they acknowledge those kindnesses and keep them in their hearts.

Noticing the change in everyone's expressions, Qi Xiong, secretly blinking back tears, suddenly shouted.

"All I wanted was to hold the Best Sect Master selection first, and to eat once at Changqing kid's banquet—what's wrong with that?"

Seeing Qi Xiong like that, Mo Yun was the first to speak.

"Fine, fine, Senior Brother, you're being shameless—I definitely didn't say that, you go first, you go first."

"You damn ……………………"

Seeing Mo Yun's earnest face, although the goal was achieved, why does my heart feel so off?

"What do you mean I'm shameless? This is what I deserve."

As Mo Yun spoke, Hong Zun, Lin Potian, Qin Shan Hai and the others also indicated they wouldn't contend, letting Qi Xiong handle the Best Sect Master selection first.

After all, it's come to this point, people are almost in tears—what else can we do?

The junior disciples all nodded, indicating they'd let Qi Xiong go first.

Seeing that, although Qi Xiong felt a strange sensation, he finally decided not to think about it.

He simply stood up and threw out one line.

"Then that's settled—take it easy, we'll talk after I finish my business."

After saying that, he didn't wait for a reply, stood up and left; watching Qi Xiong's retreating back, Hong Zun, Mo Yun and the others exchanged glances.

Mo Yun spoke up.

"Senior Brother, you were just pretending to cry, right?"

"What do you say?"

"I say it's definitely fake—anyone can see that."

Just as Qi Xiong understands everyone, everyone naturally understands this Senior Brother Qi Xiong.

After all, he's already a Senior Brother—how could he be a stingy lamp?

Just like how Hong Zun feared thunder as a child—although it was indeed Qi Xiong who kept him company, damn it, they gave him alcohol to drink.

Back then Hong Zun didn't understand, but he heard Qi Xiong say, "Drink this stuff and you'll sleep well; once you're asleep, you won't be afraid."

So Hong Zun's drinking—bottom line, it's inseparable from Qi Xiong.

Besides, teaching Mo Yun to read and recognize characters is true, but the problem is that this guy taught Mo Yun to read—damn it, it was pornographic books.

At that time Mo Yun was seven or eight years old; he, damn it, did this—at least get him an enlightenment reader.

Finally Mo Yun found out that the book was taken by Qi Xiong from the Gōulán; he was too lazy to go buy from the study, so he just grabbed one at random.

According to his logic, anyway it's all about recognizing characters—what's wrong with reading anything? Once you know the characters, you can just go read other stuff later.

Besides, the book had pictures, which made it even more exciting.

In fact, it was exciting indeed; every time Qi Xiong taught Mo Yun to recognize characters, he himself ended up drooling.

Besides, Qin Shan Hai—when he was young he was weak and sickly; he took Qin Shan Hai to seek medicine.

To put it bluntly, damn it, isn't it just going from Zhu Feng to the Hundred Herbs Peak back then?

Moreover, once they got there, people would just dump him and leave, not coming to pick him up for ten days or half a month.

In the end, it was the old Peak Master of Hundred Herbs Peak who personally sent him back.

That said, although Qi Xiong's actions are unreliable, when there's something to do he really steps up.

Just like that one time, Qin Shan Hai was fighting a death match outside when Qi Xiong found out; he rushed up and fought desperately, and that time he almost got hacked to death.

It was also after observing that battle that Qin Shan Hai seemed to have opened his Ren and Du meridians, and in the end he earned the reputation of a blade maniac.

After a round of complaining, Hong Zun got up, tipsily stretched, and casually said.

"Let's go back once things are settled; wait until Senior Brother finishes this whatever Best Sect Master selection, then we'll take them on one by one."