obsidian!
The monks present were all knowledgeable people, and they could tell at a glance that the wine vat was entirely polished with obsidian.
Obsidian has the effect of hindering the prying eyes of the spiritual consciousness. Even if it is such a large stone, it is difficult for the spiritual consciousness of Jindan Zhenren to penetrate.
What's more, they still have "double insurance."
Wei Biao personally held a jade plate, on which were eight round, fist-sized stone balls with a gap in the middle, also made of obsidian.
In full view of everyone, he took out eight pieces of paper and showed them to everyone.
Except for one with the word [Han] written on it, the other seven are all written with [Leave].
Immediately afterwards, he folded the eight pieces of paper into long strips and stuffed them into the gaps of the eight stone balls.
Everyone stared at his every move without blinking.
Under such heavy pressure, when Wei Biao stuffed all the notes, a layer of dense sweat broke out on his forehead.
After bowing to his ancestor, he bowed and retreated.
The ancestor of Xiling had no expression on his face. He waved his sleeves, and the eight stone balls fell into the wine vat one by one, as if blown up by the wind, making a series of crisp clinks.
An isolation formation instantly fell on the mouth of the urn, and the sounds inside stopped abruptly.
"Okay," the ancestor said calmly: "Zhengli, let's start with you!"
"Yes." Hong Zhengli responded respectfully, took a deep breath, put his hand deep into the wine vat, and after a moment, he took out a stone ball and held it in his hand.
"Open it and take a look," the ancestor said with a smile: "If you win, everyone can save some time."
His grandson, Yan Chengye, the master of the Yangwei Hall, laughed twice, but found that no one was laughing except himself, so he laughed dryly again and shut up.
"If God's will is on me, it is my duty as a disciple!" Hong Zhengli said loudly, stretching out his fingers to twist out the note.
Then, when I opened it, it clearly said [stay].
There were sighs one after another. Hong Zhengli remained calm on the surface, but he was greatly relieved in his heart.
"Second one, who is coming?" asked the ancestor.
Everyone looked at each other, some were still hesitant, but Shuihong had already stepped forward.
"I come!"
After opening it, there is also the word [leave].
Shuihong laughed, not hiding her excitement.
"Shui Yatou, that's enough!" The ancestor yelled dissatisfied. Shuihong quickly covered her mouth and her smile faded.
"Next!" the ancestor continued to shout.
…
During this Presbyterian meeting, Yin Luxiang felt uneasy from beginning to end.
The ancestor suddenly summoned all the golden elixirs, and of course he knew exactly what was going on.
Then, after some comparison, he was shocked to find that the possibility of being chosen was very high.
First of all, among the eleven golden elixirs, the Fu Zhen Academy, the Alchemy Academy, and even the Hundred Beasts Palace are all managed by golden elixirs who are good at this. If they stay in the sect, they will play a greater role, and there is no possibility of selecting them.
So when he saw Dai Chenghong messing up his sense of proportion and being blackmailed by his ancestor, he was quite disdainful.
He deliberately wanted to remind his alliance that only the ancestor was present, so how could he dare to act rashly.
As for Zhenren Mu from Fuzhenyuan, he was even more confused. He jumped out and was slaughtered. He deserved it!
However, after deducting these three people, as well as Fan Hong and the ancestor's clansman Yan Chengye, there are only six people left.
Then, the leader Hong Zhengli was deeply respected by the ancestors, otherwise he would not have sat in the position of the leader for so long. It was impossible for the ancestor to send him there, so this person had to be eliminated.
Among the remaining five people, Gu Yanxi, Feng Ao, and Tan Zhenren were all in the early stage of Jindan cultivation. According to the ancestor's mentality, since he sent someone there, he had to choose a strong one, so these three were selected. The possibility is not high either.
In the end, it was just him and his arch-rival Shuihong.
Tsk tsk, he took a deep breath, he and Shui Hong seemed to be the most likely two people!
Because both of them are in the middle stage of Golden Core, their fighting skills are not weak, and they have many treasures!
Moreover, one of them is in charge of Zhenguo Palace, and the other is in charge of Baoyuan Palace. They have huge power in Xu State and have a lot of money!
In addition, due to the large jurisdiction of these two palaces, the Zifu under their control has built a lot of foundations. If he is selected, he will definitely bring some cronies with him, which will also strengthen Hanzhou's power.
After various considerations, the candidate was either Shuihong or Yin!
While he was thinking about it, he saw that Shuihong had finished drawing lots for the second time.
His heart tightened, and he watched the other party open it expectantly, but the result was a word "Leave".
Could it be that all my speculations were wrong, and that the ancestor really left everything to God's will?
Should I wait a little longer or go now?
It's better to be still than to move, just wait and see!
While waiting, Yan Chengye, Tan Zhenren, and Gu Yanxi came up one after another, each grabbing a stone ball. When they opened it, they all had the word "Leave" on them.
Yin Luxiang's expression changed, and only Lan Yuanzhan, Feng Ao and himself were left.
Can't leave it till last!
He immediately shouted: "I'm coming!"
However, this round was slow, and Feng Ao had already taken the lead, and there was another "leave" word.
Yin Luxiang's face became even more ugly. He and Lan Yuanzhan looked at each other, and they both stepped forward at the same time.
Lan Yuanzhen's physical skills were slightly inferior and he was half a body ahead of him.
Yin Luxiang took a deep breath, reached out his right hand, and quickly found two small balls in the urn.
His fingers were caressing back and forth between the two balls. He was at a loss for a moment. Which one should he choose?
Shuihong's chuckle sounded behind him.
Yin Luxiang gritted his teeth, grabbed one casually, and retracted his arm.
"Master Yin, open it and take a look." Lan Yuanzhan said with a smile. The twitching of his eyelids revealed his inner uneasiness.
Yin Luxiang was about to open it when he suddenly thought:
"There's no rush. How about Junior Brother Lan opening it with me?"
"That's fine." Lan Yuanhan smiled and took out the last stone ball.
In the spotlight, the two of them opened the notes.
Lan Yuanzhi, [stay].
Yinluxiang, [Han]!
After a round of drawing lots, the answer is revealed!
Yin Luxiang will lead the backup to Hanzhou!
"I'll give you three months to prepare and hand over affairs with Master Dou. You must arrive in Hanzhou on the tenth day of the first lunar month next year!"
Yan Xiling glanced at Yin Luxiang, whose face was pale, and ordered in a voice that could not be doubted.
"Disciple...obey!"
Yin Luxiang surrendered his hands and obeyed the order, but the bitterness in his heart was beyond words.
It seemed that in today's meeting, I was completely a clown, just to embarrass and tease him at this moment.
Thinking of this, his heart trembled. Is this God's will or man-made intention?
However, whether it is God's will or intentional, this ending cannot be changed.
…
Yunzhou, Dai Mansion
"Pa!" A slap hit the old woman's face hard.
"Are you even willing to give up the Dai family's reputation for a yellow-haired girl?"
"Chunci, what have you been hiding from me all these years?"
"It's useless for me to trust you so much, but you are trying to cover up the sky with one hand!"
"The affairs of the clan will be handed over to the third child from now on! You, go and take care of yourself!"
Dai Chenghong's angry shouts made the hall buzz with noise. The servants on the left and right were all trembling with fear and did not dare to breathe.
In the hall, the white-haired old woman knelt on the ground with a plop, trembling all over.
In the corner, there was a young man kneeling, also shivering and sweating profusely.
