My Silly, Sweet Wife

After the roar, Dugu Yue slowly returned to normal, once again becoming the deep-eyed Second Master Dugu.

He glanced at the leveled Hefeng Valley in front of him, then looked at the scattered corpses of Wan Jian Villa’s disciples, and a bloodthirsty fervor flashed at the corners of his mouth.

”Ye Guichen, hehe, all your treasures belong to me now.”

After murmuring to himself, Dugu Yue ran quickly towards Wan Jian Villa like a monkey.

His speed was as fast as lightning.

In just half a day, Dugu Yue had returned to Wan Jian Villa.

Wan Jian Villa covers an area of more than ten square kilometers, and is the most powerful sect within a radius of eight hundred li.

Moreover, from the outside, Wan Jian Villa looks like a small town.

Seeing Dugu Yue return, the gate-keeping disciples immediately stepped forward to greet him.

Dugu Yue licked his lips when he saw the two disciples, a look of greed flashed in his eyes.

However, the greed quickly disappeared without a trace as Dugu Yue asked, ”Where is the Master?”

”Oh, the Master is in the conference hall, today several minor sects have come, seemingly discussing how to deal with the North Desolation Demon Clan,” a disciple respectfully replied.

”Alright, I understand.” Without any more words, Dugu Yue entered Wan Jian Villa straight away.

Through the main entrance, there was a flowerbed.

The flowerbed surrounded a pool of water.

In the middle of the pool was a stele, with a sword inserted into the stele.

It is said that this sword was originally inserted by the first Master of Wan Jian Villa, Feng Liujin.

Feng Liujin was once a beggar, but he had a very high talent in Sword Dao, and once by chance obtained a sword manual, from then on, he was unstoppable.

In just three years, Feng Liujin mastered swordsmanship that reached the heavens and the earth.

Then he spent ten years traveling widely to learn skills, reportedly finding the strongest Sword Dao master at the time, and studied in front of him for a year.

After returning, Feng Liujin helped the weak against the strong, forcefully built his reputation, and established Wan Jian Villa.

However, no matter how strong Feng Liujin was, he remained a mortal, with a lifespan of no more than a hundred years.

Knowing that his end was near, Feng Liujin used his lifetime of learning to find a heavenly meteorite and inserted his sword into the meteorite.

At that time, he also declared that if anyone could pull his sword from the meteorite, they would inherit his legacy and Wan Jian Villa.

But over the years, no one has been able to pull out Feng Liujin’s Dragon Sword.

Not even Feng Qiansui, who was said to be second only to Feng Liujin in the Feng Family at the time, was able to pull out the sword.

Gradually, this sword became a legend, turning into the faith of Wan Jian Villa.

From the Master down to the most basic disciples, everyone in Wan Jian Villa felt that no one in the world could ever pull out this Dragon Sword.

Hence, no one believed they could truly inherit Feng Liujin’s Sword Dao.

Dugu Yue gazed deeply at the Dragon Sword, pulled the corners of his mouth, and muttered, ”Someday, I will pull this sword out. Hehe, then Wan Jian Villa will also be mine.”

However, to avoid exposing his ambition, Dugu Yue quickly suppressed his greed and strode to the conference hall.

Six or seven people were seated in the conference hall at that moment.

A burly man with broad shoulders and thick waist was sitting in the main seat.

The burly man’s round face and tiger-like eyes, wearing a long robe, emitted an aura of innate majesty.

He was the Master of Wan Jian Villa, Feng Jiuling, also Feng Chuchu’s biological father.

”Gentlemen, you are all esteemed sects in the martial world. Though we may not compare to big sects like Xuantian Sect, we are also cultivators, and we bear an irrefutable responsibility towards the havoc caused by the North Desolation Demon Clan.”

Feng Jiuling spoke with an overwhelming aura.

The others exchanged glances and nodded successively.

”Master Feng, what you say is absolutely correct. Although human cultivators and the Demon Clan are mortal enemies, we are nothing more than scattered grains of sand. I have heard that even the Emperor of the Daqian Dynasty has dispatched a hundred thousand troops to the North Desolation to deal with those demons. We must act quickly now, or else the martial world would think we are all cowardly turtles.”

”Exactly, although our sects aren’t large, we still need face and dignity. Previously, when Qin Cangqiong did not send troops, we could delay a bit. Now that he is deploying forces, we must not delay further. It is urgent to deal with the Demon Clan.”

The crowd discussed incessantly.

Feng Jiuling also nodded slowly, ”Although that’s true, if we truly go, we must elect an Alliance Hierarch. Only with a Hierarch can we lead the disciples of all sects, otherwise, we’ll appear weaker than Daqian’s Qin Cangqiong.”

”Master Feng, we have come this time to discuss this matter,” said someone dressed like a Daoist, standing up and bowing, ”But now, who has such prestige to take on the role of Hierarch?”

”Yes, yes, to become the Hierarch, not only must one’s cultivation be high, but they must also be virtuous and respected, and able to command the masses. This is somewhat perplexing.”

”What’s so perplexing?”

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Dugu Yue strode forward, ”Actually, choosing a Hierarch isn’t difficult. I think that our Master could easily assume this role.”

”Second Master, you’ve returned?” Seeing Dugu Yue return, Feng Jiuling’s face lit up with joy, and he exchanged a glance with Dugu Yue, as if to inquire how the matters at Hefeng Valley had been handled.