If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Chapter 340 Junior Sister, Be Good! This sentence cannot be written carelessly!

The wind on the dueling platform hadn't stopped, and the empty Holy Son's Chair hadn't been removed.

As Mo Chengyue watched the robes of the peak masters on the high platform flutter, only one thought remained in his mind.

If he had known that attending the ceremony would be so exhausting, he should have buried himself in the pile of rare books in the library last night and hung a sign at the door saying "Do Not Disturb in Seclusion."

Holding the booklet, Lin Wanqing lowered her voice and asked, "Senior Brother Mo, they still haven't announced it? Are they going to argue until dark?"

Mo Chengyue said, "It's not that bad. The peak masters and elders understand the importance of dinner better than we do."

Xie Buci rested his forehead on the rib of his fan and laughed in a very unserious manner.

"Third brother, you're making the sect's important affairs sound like a fight for food in the cafeteria."

Mo Chengyue said, "The essence is the same. Whoever reaches for their chopsticks first, whoever takes which dish, and whoever takes too much will be watched by the people next to them."

Qin Wanzhuang glanced at him.

"Say less."

Mo Chengyue immediately sat up straight.

"OK."

Wenren Ji held his sword, his gaze still fixed on the edge of the battle platform.

"We will choose Shen Zhaoxuan."

Lin Wanqing immediately turned her head.

"Junior Brother Wenren, you think so too?"

Wenren Ji said, "Lu Qingheng is seriously injured."

Su Qingying's eyes were clear and sharp, and her white clothes, illuminated by the sunlight, had a texture like cold jade.

"Severe injury is not the only reason."

Yu Jianhuan leaned against the stone steps, her rose-purple skirt spreading gently in the wind, its beauty concealing a sharp edge.

"Shen Zhaoxuan is backed by Tianqing Peak, and what Tianqing Peak needs most right now is a face that can be accepted by people again."

Jin Qiaoqiao's phoenix eyes were half-closed, and the seven-colored glints in her hair shimmered in the sunlight.

"If Lu Qingheng sits on it, the disciples below will think they can sit on it too."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Mo Chengyue looked towards the outer gate seats.

There were still many disciples standing there. They dared not shout loudly anymore, but they were also unwilling to sit back down.

"It's a good thing for them."

Lin Wanqing asked, "Isn't it the sect?"

Mo Chengyue said, "For a sect, a good thing is only a good thing if it can be contained; if it can't be contained, it's a disaster."

Xie Buci continued, "Lu Qingheng's fire is very bright, and it's easy for it to burn the eyebrows of everyone."

Lin Wanqing whispered, "But he won so beautifully."

Qin Wanzhuang said, "Pretty doesn't mean suitable."

Lin Wanqing looked at her.

"Second Senior Sister, do you also think we should choose Shen Zhaoxuan?"

Qin Wanzhuang spoke crisply.

"If we only look at today's battle, I prefer Lu Qingheng."

Lin Wanqing hurriedly asked, "Then why?"

Qin Wanzhuang looked towards the high platform.

"The sect doesn't just look at today's battle stage."

Su Qingying said, "Shen Zhaoxuan protected Lu Qingheng before, and he didn't take advantage of his old injury to attack him severely today. He can give the outer sect an explanation and also give Tianqing Peak a way out."

Yu Jianhuan chuckled.

"The best part is that even though he's the Holy Son, the outer sect can't completely criticize him."

Jin Qiaoqiao said, "Because he held up that flag."

Mo Chengyue added a sentence.

"It looks much better for the person holding up the flag to sit on the chair than for the person folding the flag."

Lin Wanqing paused, pen in hand.

"Can this sentence be written?"

Mo Chengyue looked at her.

"cannot."

Xie Buci said, "Write it down, it sounds like it's worth spirit stones."

Mo Chengyue said, "Senior Brother, you are really suitable to be punished by Elder Chen by copying the sect rules."

Xie Buci immediately shook his head.

"Then forget it, my hands are only good for holding wine glasses."

Qin Wanzhuang said coldly, "It's also suitable for settling debts."

Xie Buci closed the fan.

"Second Junior Sister, today is the sect's grand competition; talking about money will only hurt our feelings."

Qin Wanzhuang said, "Mentioning you is even more painful to the eyes."

Wenren Ji said, "Shallow."

Xie Buci looked at him.

"Junior brother, you've become more talkative and aggressive today."

Wenren Ji said, "It's true."

Lin Wanqing tried to hold back, but still burst out laughing.

"I don't think we from Qingquan Peak really look like we're here to observe the ceremony."

Mo Chengyue said earnestly, "We're here to keep the atmosphere light."

Su Qingying glanced at him, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"The atmosphere you're maintaining is being overheard by the surrounding disciples."

Mo Chengyue turned his head to look, and several inner disciples next to him immediately turned their heads back to the battle platform.

One of them even pretended to be seriously adjusting his cuffs.

Another person whispered, "Did you hear that? The person holding up the flag looks better sitting in a chair than the person folding the flag."

The third person said, "I heard you clearly, but don't look at him, he'll notice."

Mo Chengyue remained silent for a moment.

Xie Buci patted him on the shoulder.

"Third brother, you've gone from guarding the Scripture Pavilion to becoming a wild fortune teller within the sect."

Mo Chengyue said, "This isn't a promotion, it's being put out to dry."

Lin Wanqing whispered, "Senior Brother Mo, what does 'air-dry' mean?"

Mo Chengyue said, "It means the person is still alive, but no longer fresh."

Yu Jianhuan laughed so hard that her body trembled slightly, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye became even more radiant.

"Junior Brother Mo, with that mouth of yours, no wonder some people want to hide you away."

Jin Qiaoqiao glanced at him.

"No wonder some people want to arrest you and take you back for questioning."

Mo Chengyue said, "Miss Qiaoqiao, you can just say the first half of the sentence."

Jin Qiaoqiao said, "I like completeness."

Qin Wanzhuang suddenly said, "The platform has moved."

Everyone looked up.

Jiang Wei, seated in the main seat, finally raised his hand to signal the elder to step down.

The peak masters had been communicating telepathically for a long time, and outsiders could not hear the content, but they could tell from their expressions that this agreement was not easy.

The elder from Tianqing Peak remained calm, his hand resting on the armrest, his fingertips no longer tapping.

The peak master of Xuanyu Peak lowered his eyes, showing no anger on his face, but he withdrew his hand slightly from under his sleeve.

The peak master of Bai Sang Peak remained gentle, while some people on Chi Xia Peak had unpleasant expressions, and Tian Lan Peak was very quiet.

Lin Wanqing asked nervously, "Does this mean they're going to announce it?"

Xie Buci replied, "Eighty percent."

Mo Chengyue said, "Ninety percent."

Lin Wanqing looked at him.

"What about the remaining 10%?"

Mo Chengyue said, "The remaining 10% is because the sect leader suddenly said he was hungry. We'll discuss that tomorrow."

Yan Chenyu raised her eyes from beside the high platform and glanced at Qingquan Peak from afar.

Mo Chengyue immediately changed his tune.

"Of course, the sect leader is always wise and would not do such a thing."

Xie Buci laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

Qin Wanzhuang said, "Master heard it."

Mo Chengyue said, "I praised the sect leader's wisdom; my master shouldn't blame me."

Wenren Ji said, "I feel guilty."

Mo Chengyue said, "Junior Brother Wenren, you really don't suit the taciturn persona today."

Wenren Ji looked at him.

"Personal image?"

Mo Chengyue coughed.

"It's about personal charisma."

Su Qingying said, "Stop being silly."

The elder deacon ascended the battle platform again, a jade tablet hanging from his sleeve, its radiance spreading across the platform.

The room gradually quieted down.

Someone at the outer gate seat grabbed the hem of his coat.

The disciples of Tianqing Peak stood tall with their backs straight.

No one from Xuanyu Peak made a sound.

The elder deacon announced, "The decision on the final battle for the Holy Son has been reached."

Lin Wanqing unconsciously leaned forward.

Xie Buci whispered, "They're here."

The elder in charge said, "Lu Qingheng's swordsmanship is commendable, and his character is admirable. He has won several battles in a row on the Sword Debate Platform, setting an example for the younger disciples of the sect."

Suppressed cheers came from the outer seats.

Someone whispered, "Did you hear that? The elder said that Senior Brother Lu has a commendable character."

Someone added, "This isn't a loser's assessment; it's the sect's recognition."

Then someone asked, "What about the Holy Son?"

The elder continued, "Shen Zhaoxuan is discerning and principled, showing restraint in battle and upholding discipline outside of battle. He has demonstrated responsibility in the various candidate battles and is qualified to temporarily assume the position of Holy Son."

The entire room fell silent for a brief moment.

Immediately, discussions arose from all directions.

"Shen Zhaoxuan?"

"It really is Tianqing Peak."

"But what about Lu Qingheng?"

"The elder just praised Lu Qingheng first; didn't that already give him plenty of face?"

"The Holy Son is temporarily in power. Do you hear me? He is only temporarily in power."

"Even in temporary captivity, he is still a holy son."

"But he's much more pleasing to the eye than Ye Wushang."

"Keep your voice down!"

Lin Wanqing was taken aback.

"Temporarily in charge?"

Mo Chengyue said, "A fine piece of writing."

Xie Buci waved his fan.

He sat down, but the chair wasn't fully given to him.

Qin Wanzhuang said, "Give Tianqing Peak a title, and also show some mercy to the sect."

Su Qingying said, "Lu Qingheng was not erased."

Wenren Ji said, "We can still fight."

Yu Jianhuan raised an eyebrow.

"The sect leader is truly adept at balancing things."

Jin Qiaoqiao said, "If you hold it steady, you won't spill it on yourself."

Mo Chengyue said, "So, besides the furniture industry, the catering industry is also very dangerous."

Lin Wanqing looked at him intently.

"Senior Brother Mo, this sentence shouldn't be written either, right?"

Mo Chengyue said, "You've finally grown up."

Lin Wanqing had just shown a relieved expression.

Xie Buci said, "She could write that a certain senior brother from Qingquan Peak believed that there is a profound principle even in holding a bowl."

Mo Chengyue said, "Senior Brother, you'd better sleep with one eye open tonight."

Xie Buci smiled and said, "Junior Brother, are you willing to part with it?"

Qin Wanzhuang looked over.

"I'm willing to give it up."

Xie Buci immediately sat up straight.

"I think the sect leader is wise."