#194 - One more identity

A new moon hung in the sky, a crescent hook slanting in the western corner, its silvery light faintly reflecting Ning Yongnian's upright figure.

Liu, Wei, Xu, Buddhism.

This Emperor of Da Ning was well aware that he had no chance of dealing with these four forces simultaneously, but he could make them fight each other, while he only needed to reap the benefits.

However, no one is a fool.

So Ning Yongnian needed to create a situation, a situation where no one could stay out of it and had to participate in the great storm that would sweep through the entire Da Ning.

Currently, with the death of Xu Shixing, the Xu family had already entered the game.

Then there would be the Liu, Wei, and Buddhist factions...

"Whoosh!"

A small golden dot suddenly appeared in the sky, and accompanied by a few rapid eagle cries, a golden-feathered eagle slowly landed on Ning Yongnian's left arm, flapping its wings.

He opened the small iron tube tied to the eagle's claws and took out a short message from it.

Ning Yongnian read it repeatedly several times, and then a faint smile appeared on his face.

"It should be very lively, I really want to see it with my own eyes."

When clues and traces all pointed to the imperial palace, the Xu family still pretended to be ignorant and did not act rashly.

It was unknown whether they were waiting for a clear result or waiting for a suitable opportunity.

Of course, these things had nothing to do with Wei Changtian, who was far away in Shu Prefecture.

Although Wang Er had already sent a letter about this matter, how the Xu family acted had nothing to do with him. What was more important now was how to deal with the conspiracy from the Liu family.

"..."

"Grandpa, I'm going to have to trouble you again this time."

In the secret room, Wei Changtian said a little embarrassedly, "The intelligence says that the Liu family may send a Rank 2 expert this time, and I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it when the time comes."

"Hahaha, no problem!"

Qin Zhengqiu laughed twice, his face flushed, "Anyway, I have nothing to do on Nine Summit Mountain. Since the Liu family has such murderous intentions, then this time, we might as well kill them so that they dare not plot against your grandson again!"

"That's what I think too."

Wei Changtian touched his nose, "Grandpa, if possible, bring more experts from the Tianluo Sect this time."

"Okay."

Qin Zhengqiu nodded concisely, and then hesitated, as if he had something to say.

Wei Changtian asked in confusion, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Cough, Changtian, I have something I want to discuss with you."

Qin Zhengqiu thought for a moment and said solemnly, "After the Liu family's matter is over, I want you to be the Saint of the Tianluo Sect."

"Me?"

Wei Changtian looked surprised.

"Saint?"

The so-called Saint and Saintess are actually reserve successors of larger sects and cults. Their status is similar to that of princes in the imperial palace, but they don't value bloodlines as much as the succession to the throne.

Although the specific candidate is still decided by the sect leader, if their children are too incompetent, then this title will often fall on other disciples in the sect who can win over the public.

Fortunately, Qin Zhengqiu's children are all quite promising, so the current Saint of the Tianluo Sect is Wei Changtian's second uncle, Qin Maoqing.

And if there are no accidents, he will take over the position of the Tianluo Sect leader after Qin Zhengqiu passes away.

"Grandpa, this matter may not be appropriate..."

Wei Changtian never expected that Qin Zhengqiu would suddenly want him to be the Saint.

Although it sounded pretty awesome, wasn't this making him offend people?

"Haha, Changtian, you don't have to worry."

Seeming to have guessed Wei Changtian's concerns, Qin Zhengqiu smiled and said, "I have already told Maoqing about this matter, and he has no objections."

"Uh, but..."

Wei Changtian originally wanted to find another reason to refuse, but when he saw Qin Zhengqiu's expectant expression, he hesitated for a moment.

Wasn't this old man thinking that he would become an immortal in the future, so he was preparing to "bind interests" in advance?

Although the direction was wrong, Wei Changtian had inadvertently guessed Qin Zhengqiu's intentions.

Honestly, he was unwilling to provoke these troubles.

Other sects would be fine, but the Tianluo Sect was, after all, the number one "Devil Sect" in Da Ning!

Coupled with his already terrible reputation, if he really became this "Devil Son", wouldn't he be shouted and beaten by everyone in the future?

But then again, Qin Zhengqiu had indeed helped him a lot...

"Grandpa."

After thinking for a moment, Wei Changtian made a decision.

"If you really think I can take on this important task, then I'll give it a try."

"..."

"Hahahaha! Good, good, good!"

"Then this matter will be, cough, so it's settled!"

"Cough! Cough cough!"

The hearty laughter echoed in the secret room, showing that Qin Zhengqiu was happy from the bottom of his heart.

It was just that those few coughs seemed a little painful.

Wei Changtian hurriedly asked, "Grandpa, are you okay?"

"Cough, I'm fine."

Qin Zhengqiu waved his hand with a smile, "I'm old, and my body is not as strong as young people after all."

"Oh..."

Wei Changtian muttered to himself, thinking, could it be that Rank 2 martial artists still get sick?

"Grandpa, is it that your previous injuries haven't healed yet?"

"That little injury has long been healed."

Qin Zhengqiu shook his head and didn't continue this topic, "Changtian, since you have already agreed, then I will arrange it after I go back."

"The specific date will be tentatively set on the day of the Jingzhe on February 14th."

"Ah?"

Wei Changtian was stunned.

Today was already the 26th day of the first month, and there were less than twenty days until Jingzhe.

He originally thought that such a big event would have to wait for a year or two.

"Grandpa, isn't it a bit... too hasty?"

"Anyway, it's a matter of time, and I can feel more at ease if I finish it sooner."

Qin Zhengqiu was quite insistent.

At ease?

It sounded like he was arranging his funeral.

Wei Changtian was speechless for a while, but he didn't dwell on it anymore.

"Okay, then I'll do as Grandpa says. Before that, do I need to prepare anything?"

"There's nothing to prepare, just be there."

Qin Zhengqiu pondered for a moment and added, "However, there may be disciples who are not convinced at that time, and I'm afraid you will have to personally subdue these people."

"Oh, this is simple."

Since defeating Xiao Feng, Wei Changtian could be said to be full of confidence in battles between the same ranks, so he didn't take this matter to heart.

He nodded to show that he understood, and was about to ask something else.

But an idea suddenly jumped into his mind at this time.

"Grandpa, there seems to be something wrong."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"It's just... according to the current situation, after Jingzhe, I will be the Saint of the Tianluo Sect."

Wei Changtian raised his head, his expression complicated.

"And my mother is the Saintess..."

"Then how should this seniority be calculated?"

"Mother? Senior sister? Or..."

Qin Zhengqiu: "? ? ?"