Countless voices of doubt rose up.
Especially those veteran core disciples who had eyed the position of tenth true disciple for years. Their eyes were bloodshot with rage, and they wished they could rush up Stellar Peak right now, drag that backdoor-entry brat down, and beat him senseless.
Meanwhile.
Ye Xingchen, the one who had stirred up discussion throughout the sect, stood atop the mountain that now belonged to him.
The wind swept away the clouds, and withered leaves danced through the air.
Before him stood a desolate mountain so barren even birds would not shit on it.
The weeds were taller than a man, half the main hall had collapsed, and the only spirit spring had long since dried up, leaving behind nothing but a puddle of foul mud.
"This is a true disciple's peak?"
Ye Xingchen kicked away a rotten piece of wood at his feet, staring at the tottering plaque as he fell into thought.
"Did that old bastard Qin Feng settle a personal score and make things difficult for me?"
"No, I need to go have a word with him!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Several streaks of light tore across the sky, carrying terrifying pressure as they smashed toward Stellar Peak like falling meteors.
"Oh? They came pretty quickly."
Ye Xingchen's expression changed in an instant. Smiling brightly, he went forward to greet them.
The streaks of light dispersed, revealing several figures.
Lei Lie, Luo Yuechen, Yuwen Hu...
Other than Sect Master Qin Feng, every important figure in the First Saint Sect had arrived.
The atmosphere was awkward.
These peak masters, who normally held their heads high above the clouds, now stood in the ruined square with expressions uglier than if they had swallowed flies.
They had not wanted to come.
Not in the slightest.
But that