Sect Master, You May Call Me Mei'er From Now On

She had suddenly broken through. Naturally, she did not believe no outside force had been involved.

She had been unable to break through that barrier for over two years.

How could she possibly have broken through out of nowhere today?

Her beautiful eyes turned toward Chen Ning.

This time, she finally grew serious.

She also reflected for a moment on whether she had treated Chen Ning discourteously before.

Only when she recalled nothing improper did she set her mind at ease.

Xiao Mei was not a direct descendant within the Devil Race, which was why she had been sent to infiltrate the Dragon-Seeking Sect.

But if there was a chance to soar into the heavens in a single bound...

She, too, harbored ambitions for the throne of the Devil Race's king.

She had always dutifully passed intelligence to the Devil Race before, partly because it was her duty.

And partly because she wanted to temper herself in the mortal world and seek fortuitous opportunities.

Now, she had an opportunity.

She would surely seize it.

Chen Ning was her good fortune.

He possessed a secret treasure and could casually brew top-grade liquor. She had drunk only half a jar.

And she had broken through the bottleneck that had held her back for two years.

If she could follow Chen Ning, this young sect master, with unwavering resolve...

Then both their futures would be limitless.

She did not covet the secret treasure Chen Ning possessed.

Even if she obtained his secret treasure, there would be too many risks and uncertainties.

Possessing a treasure was a crime in itself. It would make her too conspicuous and expose her identity.

As far as she knew, there were far too many people eyeing the secret treasure.

That would be even less secure.

She would be better off devoting herself to assisting Chen Ning.

She would help him secure his position as sect master.

When the time came, perhaps she could truly take control of the Devil Race as well.

And judging by Chen Ning's conduct over the past few days, his taking the initiative to help her break through her bottleneck clearly meant he wanted her support.

If she could gain Chen Ning's help in the future and take control of the Devil Race, what of becoming his most loyal subordinate?

Xiao Mei was quick-witted and grasped the crux of the matter in moments.

Just then, Chen Ning happened to wake up and saw Xiao Mei beside him, her expression shifting.

He immediately grew a little nervous.

This witch isn't thinking about how to silence me, is she?

"Sect Master, you're awake."

Xiao Mei walked over, her graceful body swaying, and spoke languidly.

"Mm. What time is it now?"

"Sect Master, it's already noon. Was my bed comfortable?"

"It was all right."

Chen Ning's face reddened. He had originally put Su Mei on the bed last night.

But since he could not get out, Chen Ning could not mistreat himself, so he had carried the witch back onto the floor and slept in the bed himself.

Xiao Mei did not mind. She had set up the restriction on the room herself and could guess why he had done it.

She simply had not expected the liquor's potency...

To be so terrifying.

"Well, Hall Master Xiao? My liquor's pretty good, isn't it?"

Chen Ning changed the subject and asked casually.

"It was incredible. That liquor got me so drunk I made a fool of myself in front of you, Sect Master."

After saying that, Xiao Mei added, "Sect Master, you may call me Mei'er from now on."

Xiao Mei's red lips parted slightly, and when she said her own name, her voice was so soft and enchanting it could melt one's bones.

Chen Ning nodded. "Sure, no problem. Mei'er, you can come to my place for more liquor in a few days."

Not only did she show no intention of silencing him,

she was also very polite and courteous.

Chen Ning was naturally more than happy with that.

It seemed the effects of the strong liquor had fully shown themselves.

If nothing else, he could at least make a rough guess that Xiao Mei probably was not the culprit who wanted to kill him.

But he could not let his guard down.

An undercover agent of the Devil Race was terrifying indeed.

Who knew what methods she might have for tormenting people?

At that moment, atop a mountain peak,

Eighth Elder Lin Xiaotian listened with his eyes half closed as a man below him reported.

"Eighth Elder, it's absolutely true. I saw that Chen Ning go to the Law Enforcement Hall safe and sound with my own eyes."

Han Zhuang looked thoroughly regretful as he added, "That fellow's life is really tough. He even managed to survive that."

The Eighth Elder lifted his eyelids and said calmly:

"Forget it. The best time to get rid of the boy has passed."

"Don't lose heart, Eighth Elder. As I see it, although we can't get rid of him now, he certainly won't be able to hold on to the position of sect master."

Lin Xiaotian grew a little interested and looked at Han Zhuang, motioning for him to continue.

"The boy has no cultivation whatsoever, so he can't win the people's support to begin with. Besides, he has no backing at all anywhere in the sect, and none of the elders has any connection to him. If we force his hand on the Azure Cloud Platform three days from now..."

At that point, Han Zhuang gave Lin Xiaotian a meaningful look.

"Once Chen Ning has been deposed, a new sect master will have to be elected. When that time comes, heh heh..."

After Han Zhuang finished, Lin Xiaotian was silent for a long while. Then he spoke sternly. "How dare you propose such a defiant act?"

Han Zhuang knew the other man was not truly angry. He merely smiled and said, "Rest assured, Eighth Elder. I can take care of everything for you. All you need to do is nod."

"Say no more. You may leave."

Lin Xiaotian swept his long sleeve and drove Han Zhuang away.

But Han Zhuang knew full well that this meant the Eighth Elder had given his tacit consent.

Among the mountains, immortal birds and beasts played from time to time. At the foot of the mountain, a few Dragon-Seeking Sect disciples of the Eighth Elder's faction could occasionally be seen diligently practicing.

Lin Xiaotian closed his eyes in thought.

But his heart could not calm down for a long time.

He had been with the Dragon-Seeking Sect for over thirty years, yet the highest position he had attained was eighth elder.

Why couldn't he ascend to the position of sect master?

If the position had been passed to one of the seven ranked above him, he would have accepted it.

But instead, it had been passed to a mere mortal with no cultivation and no backing.

He could not accept that.

"Then why not... drive him down from that lofty perch..."

Lin Xiaotian's face was cold and stern.

His robes stirred without a breeze.

As long as he drove Chen Ning from that position, Lin Xiaotian would gain plenty of benefits from it, whether or not he himself could ascend to the top.

Besides, Han Zhuang was right. He was just a piece of trash with no cultivation and no backing.

Deposing him would be easy.

Three days from now, on the Azure Cloud Platform, who would speak for him?

What backing did he have?

Then he would have no choice but to slink away and get off the sect master's seat.

The day was growing late.

When Chen Ning returned to his residence, he saw two figures enter his courtyard from a distance.

Suspicious, Chen Ning extended his spiritual sense to investigate and saw two drunken figures staggering around the courtyard.

"Two drunks?"

He walked into the courtyard and saw that, sure enough, one was old and the other middle-aged. Both were hopping back and forth, no longer behaving like human beings.

Then he saw the distiller on the ground, broken by a collision.

Chen Ning understood.

Those two had surely stolen a drink of the strong liquor he had distilled.

And from the look of them, they had drunk quite a lot.

Chen Ning was instantly furious.

He stepped forward and kicked the old man over.

Only after falling to the ground did the old man notice Chen Ning. He flew into a rage and slurred, "You dare kick this old man?"

"Do you... do you know... who this old man is?"

"Why should I care who you are? You think stealing gives you the right?"

Chen Ning grabbed him by the collar and was about to question him further, but the man had already passed out drunk.

"Hahahahaha... interesting, interesting."

Beside them, Li Changtian threw back his head and laughed, finding the scene before him utterly comical.

"Think I was talking about him and not you? You dare laugh?"

Chen Ning went over and punched Li Changtian to the ground.

With the alcohol still in his system, he too fell asleep.