Chapter 108: I'm Just a Puppet

Chen Lang is gone, but things are still continuing to ferment.

There was still a group of disciples in the Tianjian Sect who were marching and demonstrating. They only knew that Chen Lang was captured by the Pingtian Sect, made into a puppet, and brought to the sect by the Southern Sect Leader to mock him.

And what about the Tianjian Sect? They did nothing. They watched Chen Lang being brought in and then being taken away. They wanted to rescue him, and even some elders tried to stop them. They were helping the evildoers, which was shameless and weak.

The news soon spread outside, and some people commented that the Tianjian Sect was not as courageous as a man who dumped manure.

The Tianjian Sect quickly responded to the rumor, and the Elders' Council issued a notice stating what had happened.

But after watching it, many disciples were even more disdainful. How could their comrade who had risked his life to save them in the outer sect trial suddenly defect to the Pingtian Sect?
The designation was forced.

They saw with their own eyes that Chen Lang fought with the flag-raising people on the battlefield and almost died.

Besides, if this is true, the Tianjian Sect should not let him go. There must be some hidden story behind it.

According to unofficial historical records, Chen Lang was actually the illegitimate son of the leader of the Tianjian Sect and the Empress Dowager of the Pingtian Sect. The Empress Dowager learned of Chen Lang's identity on the battlefield and wanted to recruit him into the Pingtian Sect. However, the leader of the Tianjian Sect had personal feelings and had no choice but to let him go.

As for the Council of Elders, everything was very calm afterwards. Zhong Haoran went into seclusion after returning, and no one dared to ask about it. After what happened that day, he did not leave the sect directly, and he was lucky enough to stay in seclusion.

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After Chen Lang was taken away by the Southern Sect Leader, he came to a town.

The old town looked very dilapidated, with leaky houses, broken bricks and tiles, cracked doors and windows, and many signs of burning everywhere.

A row of human heads were hung on the pillars at Caishikou, with their hair tied with thick hemp ropes. Their skin and flesh were shriveled, and their eyeballs were enlarged, like dead fish that had been hanging for half a year. They swayed in the wind like a string of wind chimes.

Chen Lang raised his head and looked around. Such scenes could be seen at every street corner. This should be a way for the Pingtian Sect to divide its territory. When ordinary people or monks outside saw this warning, they would naturally retreat if they knew what was good for them.

Although it was his first time here, he had heard of some of the customs of the Pingtian Sect.

These alchemists, whose hands are stained with countless blood, cannot openly establish their own sect, as that would lead to their being wiped out by their enemies. They usually have no settlements and live wherever they rob, like a group of grassland herdsmen living in tents.

However, there were a few new and grand restaurants. When Chen Lang rushed there, monks in twos and threes had just walked out of them, holding white banners in their hands.

"We're here. This is where we're stationed."

The Southern Cult Leader led Chen Lang into the hall. The tables and chairs inside had been removed and placed in a row on both sides. There was a floor mat in the middle leading to the steps that originally served as a stage. On the stage were several large mahogany chairs.

A dozen people were sitting on both sides, discussing something just now, but when the Southern Sect Leader came, they all bowed and greeted him.

"This is Chen Lang, from the Tianjian Sect. He is a natural flag bearer. You should have heard of him." The Southern Sect Leader introduced.

“So young.”

"Is it only the foundation-building level?"

Many alchemists sat at the desks, looking at Chen Lang. They heard that a talented person had come to Pingtian Sect, who could master eight thousand souls without any training and reached the level of the Southern Sect Leader. Although the Queen did not announce it, the news had spread.

"Boy, I don't believe you can control eight thousand souls. Do you dare to demonstrate it?"

As he spoke, a red banner was thrown over.

The man wore a black mask and had an eagle-like face. His voice was sharp and hoarse, and it sounded like it had been processed.

Chen Lang took the blood flag and looked over. Now with his amazing spiritual perception, he could judge that most of them were in the late stage of foundation building, and a few of them already had the aura of golden elixir.

These people were looking at him with great interest.

"Just show us your skills as a self-introduction." said the Southern Leader.

"Does this count as sending out work materials? Then I'll take it as such."

Chen Lang twirled the banner in his palm, then walked to the large mahogany chair in the middle of the stage, turned around and sat down.

He crossed his legs, played with the blood flag, and glanced at everyone.

"Since you asked me to introduce myself, I will do it." The alchemists stared at him, their expressions changed. Only the one who gave him the blood flag remained calm because of the mask he was wearing.

"Boy, that's where the Southern Cult Leader is."

"Has our southern branch changed its leader? Why didn't I receive any notification?" The eagle-faced masked man laughed hoarsely.

There were monks from other sects who came to join the Pingtian Sect, and there were even quite a few of them, but most of them knew the rules before they came and were extremely reserved. This was the first time they had seen someone so bold.

The Southern Sect Leader smiled indifferently, "He is someone that the Queen has paid close attention to. His soul-controlling ability surpasses mine, so he is qualified to sit in this position. Isn't it true that our Pingtian Sect always judges people by their abilities and contributions?"

"What the leader said is fair, but this kind of joke is not allowed. He is just a foundation-building cultivator. No matter how talented he is in controlling the banner, there are still many things to be observed." A late-stage foundation-building Taoist priest looked at Chen Lang, "Even if you have some talent, do you think you can be qualified for the position of leader with this ability?"

Others also echoed that the Southern Leader himself could say whatever he wanted, but if they dared to agree, the body would appear in the river tomorrow.

"Okay, stop flattering me."

Chen Lang interrupted them and said, "I am Chen Lang, from the Tianjian Sect. I am just a puppet now. Puppets have no right to speak. Since I have come to the Pingtian Sect, we are all the same. There is nothing to introduce myself to.

The position has not been assigned yet, and the tasks have not been allocated. Oh, is this thing my future crime tool? "

Chen Lang held the blood flag in his hand.

"That's mine." The eagle-faced masked man stretched out his hand and took the blood flag from Chen Lang's hand.

"I told you, a good horse deserves a good saddle. I don't want such a bad one."

These words made the veins on the eagle-faced masked man's forehead throb, but he held back and said nothing.

Chen Lang looked at the Southern Cult Leader, "Has my banner not been distributed yet?"

He explained to Su Qingchan that the mission would begin soon and there would be a fierce battle, so he would need a handy tool.

"I have already asked the Queen for instructions." said the Southern Leader.

"Okay, then I'll wait."

Chen Lang asked again, "By the way, is there a place called Lotus Mountain?"

"That is our territory. We are currently engaged in a tug-of-war with the Tianjian Sect." A great alchemist said indifferently. He looked at Chen Lang and doubted that the Southern Sect Leader could be so restrained even though this kid had been sitting there for so long. Did he have such a good temper?

"That's right."

Chen Lang said to the Southern Sect Leader, "Go and inform the Queen that I want to go there to establish my career."

"Okay." The Southern Cult Leader nodded.

Soon, the simple meeting will be over.

"Wildfire, how do you feel? Are you interested in taking him with you?" The Southern Cult Leader smiled faintly and looked at someone.

"Hmph." The great alchemist flicked his sleeves. This guy is so arrogant. How dare I take him with me?
"Eagle, what about you?"

"Not interested." The eagle-faced man responded indifferently and left.

"Hey, it seems that no one is willing to take you. This is troublesome." The Southern Leader shook his head lightly.

Then, the Western leader came. When he saw that everyone had left, he whispered:
"How did you really bring him back? Didn't he take the opportunity to join the Tianjian Sect?"

He was surprised to learn that Chen Lang had returned after visiting the Tianjian Sect. How could the Tianjian Sect not stop him even though he had already returned to the sect?
Let alone the mark of the Queen Mother. The Tianjian Sect is not a small sect. There are Nascent Soul giants in charge. Even if the Queen Mother goes there in person, it may not be effective.

"I gave him a chance." The Southern Cult Leader looked indifferent.

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　My finger is swollen from being pinched, so I am typing a little slowly. I want to remind everyone not to scratch the car window glass with your hands, it hurts ╥﹏╥
　　
　
(End of this chapter)