Chapter 1740 - 1741: You Are the Buddha
Mr. Bei finished speaking, and everyone was momentarily stunned, unable to react.
The next second, the entire place became abuzz with excitement.
Nuannuan was the first to applaud.
"Uncle is invincible in the world; he should become the new Martial God, the new council chair."
Mr. Bei nodded to Nuannuan, as a gesture of thanks.
Before expressing this opinion, he had already considered Nuannuan's attitude.
Nuannuan's relationship with Yang Fei was extraordinary, so naturally, she fully supported it.
Just as Nuannuan finished speaking, Xue Mingtai laughed aloud.
"On behalf of the Silver Snow Building, thank you, Miss Nuannuan, I also agree with Yang Fei becoming the new chair of the Dragon's Chant Temple Council."
Hebrew respectfully walked up to Yang Fei and bowed deeply to him.
"Congratulations on becoming the new Martial God, serving as the council chair of Dragon's Chant Temple. Our Immortal Race wishes to fully support."
Before Hebrew could finish his words, Ye Mingkong and Luminous Pearl knelt down, bowing to Yang Fei.
"Congratulations to the Main God on becoming the council chair, invincible in the world."
Mr. Bei smiled at Yang Fei.
"The Ancient Six Clans, aside from the Dragon Race which has yet to arrive, have already agreed. We ask Leader Yang not to decline any further."
Up to this point, Yang Fei was still a bit dazed.
He hadn't expected Mr. Bei to propose rebuilding the Dragon's Chant Temple Council at this moment.
However, the Dragon's Chant Temple Council primarily restrained the Ancient Six Clans' experts from disrupting modern civilized society's order at will.
Considering this, Yang Fei was quite willing to take on the role of council chair.
Feeling smug inside, yet appearing very humble.
"Everyone praises me too much; I lack virtue and capability, how can I lead the crowd?"
Not far away, An Zichen snorted lightly and said indifferently.
"Anyone who defies Yang Fei is an enemy of Silver Snow Building, I dare say how many of you have the guts."
To An Zichen, the position of Dragon's Chant Temple council chair was a title left by her father, the Martial God.
This represents the honor of the Silver Snow Building; if taken by someone, An Zichen would first be unwilling.
In fact, without An Zichen speaking, no one could oppose.
Among the Ancient Six Clans, the Night Clan and Immortal Race became Yang Fei's servants, unable to oppose.
The Dragon Race's Dan Dan was as close as a brother to Yang Fei, would not oppose.
Yang Fei himself had bestowed great grace upon the Wu Clan and Wolf Clan, so these two clans naturally wouldn't oppose Yang Fei's chairmanship.
As for within Silver Snow Building, the various experts would not make things difficult for Yang Fei.
All the experts present were strong figures in their own right, their words carried weight.
Everyone briefly discussed, bowed to Yang Fei, and collectively shouted.
"Please, Leader Yang, undertake this heavy responsibility, leading the world's martial artists."
Yang Fei pressed his palms together, gesturing for everyone to stand up and speak.
He also knew if he did not take on the chairmanship, the Ancient Six Clans would continue their endless battles, and world peace would remain a hollow phrase.
Yang Fei graciously embraced everyone with fists.
"In that case, I shall temporarily assume the role of council chair."
"In the future, when a great sage emerges, I will hand over the office of council chair to him, thank you all for your support."
The crowd erupted in applause.
Mr. Bei calmly said, "Although a decision has been made among us few, forming the Dragon's Chant Temple Council should not be done hastily."
"I believe we should hold a grand meeting to announce to the world the establishment of the Dragon's Chant Temple Council."
An Zichen, Xue Mingtai, and others exchanged glances.
Xue Mingtai lightly nodded to Mr. Bei.
"If you have a good suggestion, please speak, let everyone consider it."
Mr. Bei respectfully saluted everyone with utmost calmness.
"Upon our return, announce the establishment of the Dragon's Chant Temple Council, issue invitations to the world's prominent experts for the Dragon's Chant Temple Conference."
"We must re-establish the authority of the Dragon's Chant Temple Council, publish council rules, establish the Council of Elders, to supervise Earth's experts' behavior."
After Mr. Bei finished speaking, received unanimous applause from the crowd.
Hebrew's lips moved slightly.
Just as he was about to say something, he saw Yang Fei's subtly amused expression, was startled, and dared not speak.
Yang Fei, being quite casual by nature, became somewhat annoyed hearing how troublesome this affair would be.
Mr. Bei saw through Yang Fei's difficulty, chuckled, and saluted Yang Fei.
"If the council chair doesn't disdain me, allow me to organize it."
"My Magic Wolf Mercenaries roam the world, no matter the faction, must show some respect."
Yang Fei felt relieved and nodded.
Yang Fei knew the Magic Wolf Mercenaries were powerful; having them organize the conference was the best choice.
However, Yang Fei was also a bit worried; though the Magic Wolf Mercenaries were formidable, their prestige might not be enough to override the world's experts.
An Zichen clearly noticed Yang Fei's concerns.
She gracefully walked up to Yang Fei and smiled at him.
"My Dragon Island is willing to unite with the Magic Wolf Mercenaries to organize this grand event."
Xue Mingtai slightly bowed to Yang Fei and smiled.
"Let me lead my colleagues from Silver Snow Building to assist An Zichen and Mr. Bei."
Yang Fei nodded, feeling slightly more at ease.
Mr. Bei was shrewd, An Zichen's Dragon Island underground forces dominated half of East Asia.
In addition, Xue Mingtai was a very clever person.
He was politically adept, balanced; these three coming forward, would undoubtedly get things done well.
The crowd gathered, initially discussing the specifics of the Dragon's Chant Temple Conference.
Ten years ago, the Dragon's Chant Temple Conference convened, those present were not eligible to attend.
Yet, ten years later, those present had become the organizers.
Thinking of this, everyone felt quite thrilled.
As darkness began to descend, Yang Fei realized staying overnight on Mount Everest was not pleasant.
He waved his hand and shouted.
"I've tasked these few with the Dragon's Chant Temple Conference; now shall we descend the mountain?"
Everyone loudly cheered; although not afraid of the cold winds on Mount Everest, it wasn't comfortable.
Mr. Bei glanced far away and sighed.
In the distance, the so-called Great Thunderclap Temple had collapsed, becoming a ruin.
After some time, these remaining broken bricks and tiles would likely be blown away by mountain winds, making the Great Thunderclap Temple utterly vanish.
Mr. Bei recalled the dangers of this expedition and felt somewhat melancholy.
"Regrettably, we didn't find the Heavenly Secret, otherwise we could all break through to the True Martial Realm."
Everyone sighed somewhat; after this event, the Great Thunderclap Temple would likely never reappear.
An Zichen looked at Yang Fei, recalling the Nine-Rank Lotus he obtained beneath Spirit Mountain, her heart stirred.
She gracefully walked to Yang Fei and whispered something into his ear.
Yang Fei was taken aback.
"What, that's impossible?"
An Zichen looked at him deeply.
"After Spirit Mountain's collapse, all fortunes concentrated on the Nine-Rank Lotus. With it, you can allow everyone to obtain the Heavenly Secret."
Yang Fei was shocked looking at An Zichen: "How do you know?"
An Zichen slightly shook her head.
"Fool, the Yan Ru Scripture clearly states that the so-called Heavenly Secret is actually the remnant fortune of the Jile World."
"Now that you've obtained the Nine-Rank Lotus, you are like a Buddha, capable of delivering whoever you wish."