“Please, become the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Sect Master of Tianfu Immortal Pavilion!”
Hearing this, Dong Kui was quite surprised.
The immortals around in Tianfu Immortal Pavilion quickly reacted and expressed that this was improper.
The sect had nearly a million years of history and tradition.
How could an outsider be allowed to take the position of Sect Master?
It was completely unreasonable!
But the old woman raised her hand and said, “Unreasonable it may be, but next time the sect faces a crisis, who will defend it?
You? Or you?”
Each time she pointed at someone, that person quickly nodded and stepped back, not daring to say another word.
Then the old woman turned to block the sides and told Dong Kui the real situation of the sect.
Tianfu Immortal Pavilion started with talismans and charms and at its peak was undoubtedly the strongest sect in the northern Heavenly Realm.
But that was before. Ever since the calamity in the Heavenly Realm, everything changed!
Although Tianfu Immortal Pavilion was not reduced to ruins like other sects,
its Sect Master and several elders had all disappeared!
At first, the whole sect wasn’t alarmed.
After all, the stronger the immortal, the later they would awaken.
Perhaps with the revival of immortal power in the realm, they would return.
But unexpectedly, even immortal kings had awakened,
yet no senior members of Tianfu Immortal Pavilion showed any sign of returning—not even one elder.
This caused the sect to enter a precarious state.
The old woman herself had been the disciple of the former Sect Master, named Huang Yehua.
Though only at the early Golden Immortal stage, in this situation she had no choice but to grit her teeth and act as acting Sect Master.
Barely keeping the sect alive.
But as time went by, enemies of Tianfu Immortal Pavilion somehow learned about the absence of senior leaders.
They came to seek revenge.
Huang Yehua resisted desperately, even using secret arts that consumed her lifespan to boost her cultivation, combined with the sect’s array, barely repelling their attacks.
But over time, Huang Yehua grew weaker.
At that time, Dong Kui arrived with her immortal king realm power, so they had no grounds to refuse her entry.
They could only let Dong Kui in.
But later Huang Yehua found Dong Kui really only came to read books.
This both relieved her and gave rise to some other thoughts.
If this immortal king could be kept in Tianfu Immortal Pavilion, it would be an honor for the sect!
So Huang Yehua began to show goodwill toward Dong Kui.
But today, other immortals had their eyes on Tianfu Immortal Pavilion.
Huang Yehua sacrificed much of her already limited lifespan but still couldn’t hold them off.
She no longer had time to endure.
She wanted to entrust the whole sect to Dong Kui—not for any other reason, just to keep the sect’s legacy alive.
The sect’s nearly million-year history was hard-earned and must not be broken in her hands.
As long as the sect survived, nothing else mattered!
Dong Kui softly asked, “Why me? Aren’t you afraid I might covet the sect?”
Huang Yehua smiled and shook her head.
“I have no choice left.
Besides, from the books you’ve been reading, I can tell you yearn for the Netherworld.
You have no real interest in the sect’s affairs.
Even if I take ten steps back and say, with Tianfu Immortal Pavilion’s current state, if you really want to do something, no one can stop you.”
To persuade Dong Kui to accept the position of Sect Master,
Huang Yehua explained that although the sect lacked top-tier strength,
it still had rich resources.
This was the main reason outsiders coveted Tianfu Immortal Pavilion.
Plus, a thousand disciples made it no small force.


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