I don’t know if it was the ancestor’s original intention or whether it was unintentional. In short, these two reports from the Zhao family gave the sect a huge harvest. They successfully forced the two houses of alchemy and talisman formation, and had to agree to send a large amount of strategic resources.
So, at the ancestor's signal, Wei Biao announced that the sect would once again give the Zhao family a pension of 100,000 contribution points. In addition, when the Zhao family repaid the Dai family's debt, the sect also graciously said that the handling fee would be waived.
The sect was so sympathetic to the Zhao family that Dai Chenghong had no choice but to take a stand and waive the interest on the Zhao family's loan. As for the rest, she needs to go back and find out more.
The matter was settled.
The half-hour rest was over at this time.
The hall became quiet again, and everyone looked up, waiting for the ancestor to announce the result.
Of course, if you are really asked to do so, it is difficult to say whether you are willing to obey or whether you will defend yourself.
Yan Xiling's cloudy eyes opened, and with a flash of light, they regained their clarity.
He did not look at the crowd, but asked his confidants:
"Wei Biao, has anyone arrived?"
Wei Biao hurriedly replied: "Ancestor, you are already waiting at the foot of the mountain."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let him come up quickly!"
"Yes." Wei Biao responded, turned around and left the hall.
The elders looked at each other and couldn't guess who it was, but they were invited by their ancestor to attend the sect's elders' meeting.
Their doubts did not last long, and the answer was soon revealed.
An old man with a rosy face and snow-white hair strode in.
This man came to the palace, bowed and saluted Yan Xiling: "Junior Dou Xichang, I have met my ancestor!"
It turned out to be the golden elixir from Qingzhou, the 800-year-old Dou Xichang Dou Zhenren!
He is a guest elder, what is he doing here?
The real people greeted him and secretly speculated.
Dou Xichang sat down at Wei Biao's seat, and Wei Zifu stood aside.
The hall was silent again.
Yan Xiling's eyes scanned the entire audience, lingering on each elder's face for a moment, with undisguised disappointment on his face.
Finally, his eyes fell on the leader.
"Zhengli, how long have you been the leader?"
Hong Zhengli's heart skipped a beat and he said respectfully, "It's been one hundred and ten years since I returned to my ancestors."
Unless someone dies or withdraws from the Yunxiao Sect's various palaces and head positions, they are elected once every Jiazi and are allowed to be re-elected. Hong Zhengli has been elected as the leader for two consecutive terms.
"Who was your ex?"
"It's Senior Brother Quan."
The Shi Quan Zhenren he mentioned was the previous leader, who died a hundred years ago.
"Well, how was the situation of the sect and the Xu Kingdom when he was in office?"
"This..." Hong Zhengli hesitated for a moment and replied honestly: "The government is well-organized and the people live and work in peace and contentment."
"In other words, I can do no worse than you?"
"No, no, Senior Brother Quan is much more talented than me." Hong Zhengli said humbly.
Yan Xiling snorted and ignored him, but looked at Yin Luxiang:
"Lu Xiang, how many years have you been the master of Zhenguo Palace?"
"One hundred and ninety years."
"Who is your ex?"
"Senior Sister Fang."
"I'm not doing any worse than you, right?"
"Senior Sister Fang is good at coordinating the overall situation, and I have benefited a lot from her."
…
"Yanxi, how many years has this Gong Chuan Yuan been in your hands?"
"Shuihong, how many years have you been in charge of Baoyuan Palace?"
"Yuan Zhan, how old is this man in charge of the Hall of Hundred Beasts?"
"..."
Except for Fan Hong, as well as Dai Chenghong and Mu Risheng, who had been excluded, every elder in the field was questioned by him. The questions are almost the same, they are all four questions: "How many years have you been working?" "Who was your predecessor?" "How did you do?" "How does it compare to you?"
Everyone answered in a polite manner, and the answers were almost the same. They neither exaggerated nor belittled their predecessors.
Each answer was quite satisfactory.
After asking, Yan Xiling stood up, walked to the field, and glanced at everyone again.
"I'm surprised. I heard you introduce yourselves just now. It seems that as long as you leave, the palace you are in charge of will not be able to survive and will collapse. In a word, it can't do without you!"
"But just now you said that your predecessors did no worse than you! Without you at that time, we wouldn't have seen these palaces collapse. Everyone was fine!"
"It can be seen that no one in our Yunxiao Sect is indispensable!"
"You guys don't want to take risks in Hanzhou, but you still find so many excuses! You have become like you in cultivating immortals. You are just like the officials in the mortal world. How can you still have any enterprising spirit to defy heaven and fight for your life!"
"For two hundred years, Hanzhou has only been supported by Kuang Nian Song. Normally, that's all. Now, the cracks in the magic cloud are expanding day by day, and there are more and more monsters. Do you think hiding in the sect and pretending not to be seen will be the end of the world? "
"Could it be that if the Demon King comes again, he will rely on people like Zhao Beiqing to fight with the talisman every time?"
"If it hadn't been for your procrastination, if Jin Dan had been present half a month ago, this Zifu would not have died!"
"You guys disappoint me so much!"
"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Since you are the Jindan Master of my Yunxiao Sect, the Great Elder, there are some things that you cannot escape!"
"..."
After a rash of curses, these real people lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.
The ancestor of Xiling vented his anger and became less angry. Looking at these arrogant people in the sect, he sighed:
"Since no one wants to go, there is only one way -"
"Draw lots!"
"Do you agree or not?"
No one answered. After a while, Hong Zhengli said bravely: "Disciple, I obey!"
With him taking the lead, others expressed their agreement one after another. Even if some people are unwilling to accept it, they can only go with the flow at this time and reluctantly agree.
"Okay!" The ancestor continued: "The person who is drawn will have his affairs taken care of by Dou Xichang!"
I see! Only then did the elders understand Dou Xichang's intention of appearing here.
"Then, what should we do in Qingzhou?" Yin Luxiang plucked up the courage and said, "In recent years, Sangzhou has been increasingly invaded. Without Ancestor Dou, I'm afraid..."
"Teach those gangsters in Sangzhou a lesson sometime so that they can remember a little longer!" the ancestor said with murderous intent.
Yin Luxiang immediately shut up and did not dare to say anything again.
Seeing no one objected, Yan Xiling continued:
"According to the current expansion rate of the Moyun Crack, in eight years the crack will exceed a thousand feet. By then, Demon Commander-level demons will be able to move freely."
"This time the leader of the Selection Hall was killed. According to the analysis of the Demon Control Hall, the demons should have mastered some of the power of the cracks and can send out individual high-level demons for harassment and investigation..."
"This ability will increase as the crack expands. The sect estimates that within five years, there will be no more than two demon kings sent at one time. The interval between each time will be at least one year, so -"
He said decisively: "The person selected this time must stay in Hanzhou for five years! Five years later, the sect will discuss again who should go on the expedition!"
"But at that time, I'm afraid it won't be just one person or two people. Maybe everyone will go to Hanzhou, and I will also have to go!"
"Drawing lots——"
Following his order, a dark, wine jar-shaped object appeared in the main hall.
ps: Everyone said, who should win the lottery?
