Chapter 33

Whipping his horse to go faster, Su Fan finally returned to Huashan a few days later. As soon as he went up the mountain, Su Fan was dragged by his master, Xiong Qingyuan, to the Sword-Qi Piercing the Heavens Hall on Lotus Peak.

When Su Fan and his master arrived, the many elders in the Sword-Qi Piercing the Heavens Hall had already gathered.

Seeing Su Fan arrive, they greeted him one after another, and Su Fan hurriedly addressed them as uncles and senior uncles.

Then he found the last remaining seat and sat down.

As Su Fan sat down, Sect Leader Ning Qingyu flicked his sleeves, the great doors closed, and the elder meeting began.

Regarding Su Fan's inclusion, it seemed these elders had no objections whatsoever.

In fact, before this, Ning Qingyu had already informed everyone, and the elders present had no opposition.

Su Fan was young, and his cultivation had not yet reached the first-class level; logically, he was not qualified to enter this Sword-Qi Piercing the Heavens Hall.

However, Su Fan's capabilities had already left people with nothing to say. Although everyone did not know the detailed situation of the construction in Liaodong.

But the silver sent back was ready-made. In the first month after the New Year, Liaodong had sent back three thousand taels of silver, and more importantly, they all knew that Su Fan had concocted a furnace of Small Origin Pills.

And he had also cultivated a first-class martial artist.

Small Origin Pills and a first-class martial artist—with just this merit alone, who else could say anything?

The Huashan Branch in Liaodong was a subsidiary of Huashan. As the controller of the branch, Su Fan's authority was no less than many elders present, and perhaps even exceeded it; therefore, everyone felt close to Su Fan.

Especially after learning that the other party could concoct Small Origin Pills—everyone had juniors, and who didn't want to obtain a Small Origin Pill?

Small Origin Pills were top-tier pills that could increase the chances of a junior breaking through to first-class cultivation!

Although the Huashan Sect could also concoct them, it took several years to concoct one furnace, and a furnace only yielded two or three pills; there were too many monks and too little meat.

They knew Su Fan had a large amount of silver in his hands, and wanting to concoct Small Origin Pills was easier for him than for the Huashan Sect headquarters.

It was for this reason that when they saw Su Fan, the many elders all had smiling faces.

"Ahem!"

With Ning Qingyu's cough, everyone's expressions turned solemn.

Immediately following, Ning Qingyu announced a fact in a sorrowful tone: "Buyu is dead; some people may already know."

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

Ning Qingyu's words instantly stirred up waves on the calm lake surface. Even Su Fan was suddenly shocked, raising his head to look at Ning Qingyu, and from the other party's eyes, he saw a trace of sorrow and exhaustion.

Buyu, Zhou Buyu—who was he? He was the next-generation Sect Leader of the Huashan Sect, the current Young Sect Leader of the Huashan Sect.

And just like that, he died suddenly.

"Sect Leader Senior Brother, how did Buyu die?"

"When did he die? Who killed him?"

Some elders of the Qi Sect who did not know the situation were instantly furious; Zhou Buyu was the most outstanding disciple of their Qi Sect's next generation.

To die suddenly—this was something many elders could not believe.

Even some elders of the Sword Sect could not believe it, and murderous intent leaked from their faces. In any case, the elders of both the Sword Sect and Qi Sect recognized Zhou Buyu as the Young Sect Leader.

It could be said that Zhou Buyu was the consensus choice. Of course, even if there were a small minority who were unconvinced, they could not change the overall situation.

But now that Zhou Buyu had suddenly died, the Huashan Sect was about to face turmoil again.

After all, whether it was the Sword Sect or the Qi Sect, they all wanted their own disciples to become the Sect Leader.

Everyone had selfish motives. Because Zhou Buyu was the consensus choice, others could not change it, but now that he was dead, an opportunity had suddenly arisen.

However, everyone was now united against a common enemy, wanting to know exactly who killed Zhou Buyu. Killing Zhou Buyu was a provocation to their Huashan Sect.

No one could tolerate it.

After Ning Qingyu scanned everyone, he said: "Buyu died from the Poison Fiend Palm."

"Poison Fiend Palm, Poison Demon Shangren!"

"Damn it, it was actually him!"

Everyone's expressions changed, followed by a chill, and murderous intent soared.

"Sect Leader, you must avenge Buyu!"

An elder of the Qi Sect roared, "Even if it is Poison Demon Shangren, we must kill him!"

Zhou Buyu was not only Ning Qingyu's disciple but also the heart and soul of the Qi Sect. They had always wanted to keep the Sect Leader lineage under the control of the Qi Sect.

Now that Zhou Buyu was dead, it was equivalent to years of hard work being destroyed in one fell swoop. How could the Qi Sect elders not be angry? And more importantly, the Qi Sect had no outstanding people left; besides Zhou Buyu, the other inner sect disciples of the Qi Sect...

Either their strength was insufficient, or their ability was insufficient.

The Sect Leader of the Huashan Sect required not only strength but also a certain level of ability; otherwise, no matter how strong the strength, one could only serve as a hired thug.

"Buyu's revenge must be taken, but this matter needs to be discussed at length." Ning Qingyu looked at the elders who were all furious and nodded secretly, but his tone was very firm.

Poison Demon Shangren was one of the ten great elders of the Demonic Cult, and his ranking was extremely high; he was even more famous than the previously deceased Li Wufeng.

His strength was also above the other party's—a peak first-class expert. Three years ago, he made a move and killed the Bashu Sanren of Chuan-Shu with one palm. That Bashu Sanren was also a first-class martial artist; although a loose cultivator, his sword technique was no weaker than the elders of the major sects.

Yet, he could not last three moves in the hands of this Poison Demon Shangren.

With such an expert, if he, Ning Qingyu, did not make a move, how many people in the entire Huashan Sect could defeat him?

And the key was that he was also an elder of the Demonic Cult, with an even higher status.

"Discuss at length? Why?"

"No, Sect Leader, that was Buyu! He died; are we not even allowed to avenge him?"

"Bang!"

"I did not say we wouldn't avenge Buyu, but this matter needs to be discussed at length. This is not a small matter; it concerns our entire Huashan Sect."

"I am Buyu's master; I raised him from childhood. He died; do you think I am not sad? Do you think I don't want revenge?"

Ning Qingyu suddenly slapped the table, and the entire table shattered, which showed his current state of mind.

Everyone was instantly stunned.

"Moreover, Buyu's death is not as simple as it appears on the surface."

After a long time, Ning Qingyu added another sentence.

It left everyone somewhat confused. What was not simple about this? Wasn't it just the Demonic Cult seeking revenge, blaming the death of Li Wufeng on their Five Mountains Sword Sects, and then retaliating by killing the Young Sect Leader of the Huashan Sect?

Ning Qingyu looked at the many elders and secretly shook his head. After receiving the news of Zhou Buyu's death, he was the first to go there.

Although Zhou Buyu was indeed struck by the Poison Fiend Palm, he knew that this matter was definitely not that simple.

First of all, Zhou Buyu's descent from the mountain was secret; outsiders simply did not know. And since Zhou Buyu descended the mountain, he had been very low-key and would almost never be recognized.

How could he be retaliated against and killed by the Demonic Cult?

This matter was very strange. What he thought of was that the Huashan Sect had a mole from someone else.

Just this matter alone was something he could not tolerate.