Chapter 1608 - 1609: Sowing Discord
At this moment, the three Great Elders came together in front of Yang Fei, and Yuanben Hua bowed deeply to Yang Fei.
"Welcome, Sect Master!"
Yang Fei rolled his eyes, looking somewhat confused: "What Sect Master?"
Yuanben Hua took a letter of appointment from the hand of Fujino Tsuyoshi behind him and respectfully handed it to Yang Fei.
"To let the Sect Master know, last night, the Former Sect Master Qianye Zhuyi sent over a letter of appointment."
"The letter clearly states the appointment of Mr. Yang as the Martial Arts Sect Master of Qianji Style. Please, Sect Master, have a look."
As he spoke, he handed the letter of appointment to Yang Fei.
Yang Fei took it and shook his head repeatedly.
"This won't do, I'm just a new disciple of the Qianji Style, how can I climb to the high position of Sect Master? You'd better find someone else."
He said this while looking at Yuanben Hua with a faint smile.
"I think you're very suitable to take on the role of Sect Master."
Yuanben Hua was immediately startled: "Sect Master must be joking."
"The Sect Master has countless experts under his command. If you could take on the position of Sect Master, you would surely lead the Qianji Style to enter the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament and make a name for yourself."
"So, Mr. Yang, please don't refuse."
Yang Fei took the letter of appointment, pondered for a moment, and suddenly shoved the letter into Yuanben Hua's hand.
"I won't be Sect Master; I'll just give it to you instead."
Yuanben Hua was dumbfounded, looking at Yang Fei, thinking he was being sarcastic, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
"But the sect rules state, you cannot assume the position of Sect Master after the age of 40."
"Besides, I lack virtue and ability, so I cannot be the respected elder of the sect."
Yang Fei looked at Yuanben Hua lazily, a bit impatient.
"If I say you can do it, you can do it. What's all the fuss about?"
"If you really think I'm a talent, appoint me as an elder, that would be fun."
Finally, Yuanben Hua understood that this guy had no interest whatsoever in the esteemed position of Sect Master.
This sudden immense fortune made Yuanben Hua so excited he couldn't contain himself.
Decades of dreams became reality in an instant, giving Yuanben Hua an unreal feeling.
He took the letter of appointment with trembling hands: "Thank you, Sect Master, for passing the position."
Yang Fei patted his shoulder, looking deep into his eyes.
"I'm a disciple of the Qianji Style, of course, I'll contribute to the sect. Don't worry, this time the fame of the Qianji Style will spread throughout the world."
Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, Yuanben Hua's heart skipped a beat.
"Elder Yang, what do you plan to do?"
Yang Fei chuckled and lazily spun around.
"Our Qianji Style is a major martial arts sect; how can we let others provoke and bully us? Leave this matter to me."
He said, waving his hand: "Await my good news."
Yang Fei gestured, and over ten Evil Dragon experts followed him out of the Qianji Style Dojo.
Yuanben Hua's heart thumped, and he hurriedly followed.
"Elder Yang, may I know what you're going to do?"
Yang Fei turned around, giving him a mischievous smile.
"You'll soon find out. The rise of the Qianji Style starts with me."
He finished speaking and walked away without looking back.
Yuanben Hua stood there in a daze, watching over ten top experts surround Yang Fei, feeling a chill in his heart.
This group of fewer than 20 people, yet their momentum was like a mighty army, unstoppable, invincible.
If such a group really caused trouble, no martial arts faction could stand against them.
Yuanben Hua's heart was pounding as he quickly gestured for two disciples to go and find out the news.
At this time, Fujino Tsuyoshi's voice reached Yuanben Hua's ears.
"Eldest Senior Brother, no wonder you've always spoken for him. It turns out you two had already agreed; this position of Sect Master was already in your pocket."
Yuanben Hua knew that Fujino Tsuyoshi misunderstood him, so he turned his head and looked at Koizumi.
Koizumi's eyes also turned very cold, staring at him coldly.
In an instant, the relationship between the three Great Elders became immediately delicate.
Yuanben Hua sighed, spreading his hands helplessly.
"If I say, I knew nothing about this, would you two believe me?"
Fujino Tsuyoshi turned his head, snorted, and did not answer.
Koizumi's face became increasingly grim, coldly saying.
"Would believing or not believing make a difference? Congratulations, Eldest Senior Brother, on obtaining the position of Sect Master."
He said, looking around coldly and speaking in a frigid manner.
"Lately, I've been unwell, so I'm requesting leave from the Sect Master to go home and recuperate."
Yuanben Hua was taken aback and hurriedly grabbed Koizumi.
"Don't go; this matter is very strange. We need to unite and get to the bottom of it together."
"Why would he pass the position of Sect Master to me? What exactly does he intend to do?"
Koizumi ignored Yuanben Hua, shrugged off his hand, and turned to leave.
Fujino Tsuyoshi sneered, "Eldest Senior Brother, we should be asking you, what exactly are you up to?"
Yuanben Hua was at a loss for words, wanting to explain but not knowing how, and couldn't help but sigh, looking up speechlessly at the sky.
Yang Fei successfully sowed discord among the three Great Elders and walked out of the Qianji Style Dojo, suddenly bursting into laughter.
"Brothers, tonight we give the little devils a real beating!"
He said, gesturing for everyone to come closer, and whispered a few words.
Everyone, upon hearing Yang Fei's words, looked at each other, and suddenly burst out in laughter.
"Damn, the Chief Instructor is really cunning, but I like it."
"Causing trouble, hitting people, and not having to take responsibility, I like this sort of thing."
"I've long wanted to deal with the little devils, and this time it's justified, it's really satisfying."
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A group of Evil Dragon experts cheered and surrounded Yang Fei, walking to the end of the long street.
At the Iron Mountain Style Headquarters, located to the east of the Island Sports Stadium, was a storefront remodeled into a headquarters.
At this moment, the Martial Arts Sect Master of Iron Mountain Style, Kamejiro, was listening to a disciple's complaint, both shocked and furious.
"What, Liio Sheng was beaten to death? Is it the work of the Qianji Style disciples?"
The disciple knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing.
"Reporting to Sect Master, it was indeed the Qianji Style disciples who caused the death of Eldest Senior Brother, I saw it with my own eyes outside the door."
Kamejiro's face turned an angry shade of yellow.
"Alright, alright, even if you come to challenge the dojo, you can't be so ruthless, Qianye Zhuyi, you and I are irreconcilable."
Liio Sheng was a hard-trained young talent of Iron Mountain Style, the top martial arts genius.
Kamejiro had high hopes for Liio Sheng, hoping he would secure a place in the forthcoming Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, bringing glory to the sect.
However, Liio Sheng was innocently killed, making Kamejiro grieve to the core, more painful than losing his own son.
At this moment, a young man, with a cigarette in his mouth, lazily entered the storefront.
He knocked on the iron door of the storefront, saying blandly: "Anyone here? I'm here to challenge."
"Challenge?"