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Jing Yuanzi died very peacefully.

As one of Penglai's middle generation to first take command of Tianyuan, his future had been boundless.

Among the peerless talents of his generation, he had not merely always lagged behind Shushan's Golden Generation. Even among his own sect brothers, he had only ever stood neck and neck with them, with no absolute gap between them.

But after the Heavenly Pass, things were different. A single enlightenment, a single stroke of fortune, could put someone hundreds of years ahead of others. After taking command of Tianyuan so early, he had pulled far ahead of his peers.

If he could consolidate that advantage, then once Cangsheng stepped down, Jing Yuanzi would have an excellent chance of taking the position of Penglai's sect leader.

Over these years, Jing Yuanzi's status within the Penglai Supreme Sect had indeed been like that of a "crown prince." The leadership of the foremost righteous immortal sect in the human realm had already been beckoning to him. Half of Jing Yuanzi's backside was practically hanging over the seat already.

This battle against Shushan had been precisely his battle to establish his name.

If he could defeat Daoist Yan in a head-on clash, then no one of his generation would remain capable of standing against him. He would become the belated number one of his generation! From then on, the title of Penglai Crown Prince would be completely secured.

Though his plan had not been fully realized, he had at least fought Daoist Yan to a draw, and returning home with that would still count as a military achievement. But Empress Feng's intervention had made the fight unfair.

That was also why Jing Yuanzi had been so furious.

That resentment was also why he had vented his anger on the iron-eating beast.