Four of the Seven Peaks Are Mine, Heh Heh

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After the most highly coveted disciple, Hao Shuai, had finished paying his respects to his master, the peak leaders present looked toward the two remaining children, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu—or, more accurately, toward Lin Jingyu.

They figured that if they couldn't get a genius disciple like Ancestor Qing Ye, an ordinary genius would do just fine.

But before anyone could speak, Cang Song, the leader of Dragon Head Peak, was the first to cup his hands toward True Lord Dao Xuan. "Sect Leader Senior Brother, please let me take Lin Jingyu as my disciple. I'll teach him with all my heart and help him grow into a fine young man, so we can console the spirits of everyone who died in Grass Temple Village."

True Lord Dao Xuan pondered for a moment, recalling how Cang Song had just backed him up. He promptly said, "Junior Brother Cang Song makes a fair point. Let Lin Jingyu become your disciple."

Cang Song smiled slightly. "Thank you, Sect Leader Senior Brother."

The others watched and silently sneered at the two men for colluding. But Sect Leader Dao Xuan had already spoken, and the Dragon Head Peak faction was powerful, so they had no choice but to swallow their disappointment.

Dao Xuan paused, then looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who stood there at a loss. "What about this remaining child?"

Shang Zhengliang coughed and closed his eyes. Tian Yun stared at the ceiling, as if he'd suddenly noticed how beautiful its patterns were. Tian Buyi gave an awkward chuckle, then abruptly grew sleepy and was about to drift off. As for Zeng Shuchang, the leader of Wind Return Peak, whose chance to speak had been snatched away before he could get a word in, he simply entered meditation, as though he'd never been