Chapter 161: Sect Election, No Limits on Means
Chen Lang was very unhappy. He had finally made such a great contribution to the Tianjian Sect, but not only was he not rewarded, he was also forbidden to use the flag.

What a bunch of sons of bitches.

When I finish the main storyline, I will come back and kill you all.

Never mind, the mission is important.

Chen Lang pondered for a moment and decided that judging from the situation, this mission shouldn’t be too difficult. The opponents were all disciples from the same sect, and their highest cultivation level would not reach the Golden Core stage.

This is also the reason why he plans to do it in advance.

However, the specific level of the opponent still needs to be carefully inquired. Chen Lang has been in the sect for nearly half a year, but he has spent very little time there, so he doesn't really know much about this aspect.

He first returned to Wangyue Mountain, but the gate was closed and Zhong Haoran was not there.

Chen Lang had no choice but to change his plan and ask a passerby.

Then he came to the Goddess Peak.

Goddess Peak is very quiet and there are not many people here today. The last time I came here, there were still many female disciples walking around, and some of them were quite pretty.

Suddenly, a vine sprang up from the ground and wrapped around Chen Lang's ankle.

Then another vine came with a whistling sound and lashed at his face.

Chen Lang grabbed the vine and looked around, "I'm not looking for you, don't get in the way."

“Get out of here.”

Zhao Yuerou's face was cold, and she formed a seal with her hands. Three vines appeared from behind her, rising into the sky, straight as swords, with a green glow, giving off a very novice and playful look.

Chen Lang glanced and the San Sheng Disk emerged from his palm. After a few moves, he tied up Zhao Yuerou with vines and carried her up the mountain.

"Where are the people? Why is Junior Sister Yuerou the only one to pick me up?" Chen Lang arrived at the house on the mountain, but no one greeted him.

Several female disciples appeared and were horrified when they saw it. "Chen Lang, put Senior Sister Zhao down!"

"She was the first to do it."

Chen Lang said, looking around, "Is Su Qingchan here? Where is your peak master? I want to ask something."

"Su Qingchan is not here, and the peak master is in seclusion. Please come back another day." said the female disciple.

"is it?"

Chen Lang took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and stuck it into the ground. Suddenly, black gas spread along his ankles to the surroundings. The sky became gloomy, and cold wind blew into the yard, and whimpering sounds were heard.

"stop."

The next moment, countless sword lights tore through the haze and fell from the sky. When Chen Lang saw it, he took the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

This really scared the female disciples. In just a moment, they smelled the strong smell of death, as if they had just walked through the gates of hell.

Goddess Peak Master Murong Jing came and saw Chen Lang, and Zhao Yuerou, who was carrying him on her shoulders and holding her mouth tight to endure the grievance, and sighed softly:
"You really don't regard the sect as your own home."

"Nonsense." Chen Lang said, "I treat them as my fellow disciples, but they treat me as a bargaining chip. They don't appreciate it at all."

"Have you ever treated them as fellow disciples?" Murong Jing asked, "Think about what you have done. So many innocent disciples were kidnapped by you, and some died in vain. You only care about your own achievements. Aren't their lives also lives?"

This is why she didn't want to see Chen Lang. Many people were kidnapped from the Goddess Peak this time, and they all had complaints. As the master of the peak, she had to make a statement.

But she is just a disciple and has to act according to the attitude of the elders.

Chen Lang shook his head. “Please understand clearly. I kidnapped them, but most of them are still alive. If it weren’t for me, hundreds of them would have died.”

After hearing this, Murong Jing was speechless for a moment, and then just waved to the female disciples, "You go down first."

"Can you put me down first?" Zhao Yuerou asked coldly.

Chen Lang threw her onto the long coffee table next to him. Murong Jing untied the vines for her in a few seconds and shook her head.

"Why do you do that? I just want you to tell him that Su Qingchan is not on the mountain."

"I was just testing my magical powers. I was holding back and he caught me off guard." Zhao Yuerou rubbed her wrist.

"Come on, don't hold back this time." Chen Lang, who was sitting next to him, hooked his finger.

"You're sick." Zhao Yuerou rubbed her wrist and left.

"The way you do things is indeed simple and direct." Murong Jing sat opposite, "But it's effective."

After Zhao Yuerou came back, she was in a bad mood, which was why she fought with Chen Lang. She thought they were going to have a big fight today, but unexpectedly Chen Lang solved the problem so simply and brutally.

"You are right. It was you who helped the Tianjian Sect reduce its losses this time. It was me who was inconsiderate and was influenced by their complaints."

Murong Jing generously admitted that what she said was inappropriate, "But Su Qingchan is really not here this time, wait until she comes back before you talk."

"Where did she go?"

"Go outside to practice and prepare for the ancestor worship."

"Is she going to participate too?" Chen Lang was surprised. This is the 82nd session. Could it be that in the plot, she went earlier?
"Her situation is a bit special. Granny Si hopes that she can try her luck sooner."

"That's great. I want to ask about this, too." Chen Lang said, "If she's not here, I'll ask you."

"I haven't participated in it for many years, so I can't provide you with any information." Murong Jing refused.

Chen Lang fell into a brief moment of thought.

"Why, do you want to tie me up too?" Murong Jing said, "I heard that all of Elder Zhong's disciples are extraordinary, but I never had the chance to learn from them. I'm happy to accompany you today."

"Forget it then." Chen Lang stood up and left, forget it.

"No need to see you off." Murong Jing said.

Zhao Yuerou came back after Chen Lang left. "Look at him. He doesn't understand anything. If I were you, I would beat him up."

"Don't humiliate yourself. You can't beat him." Murong Jing exposed her shamelessly.

"At least I took action, otherwise it would seem that our Goddess Peak is easy to bully."

"You seem easier to bully once you make a move." Murong Jing refuted mercilessly, "If you are like this, I am worried whether you can be qualified for the position of peak master in the future."

"..."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you from now on." Zhao Yuerou nodded in agreement. At least the peak master refused to tell Chen Lang the news. She was still very happy.

Not long after Chen Lang left, a paper crane suddenly appeared in the air, circling and floating towards them.

He grabbed the paper crane and opened it. It was a paper letter with beautiful handwriting on it.

"It's about ancestor worship in the ancestral temple." Chen Lang was very surprised and looked up, looking for the direction of the paper crane.

On the top of the mountain, Murong Jing, dressed in green, stood for a moment, then turned and left.

The content in the paper book is very detailed.

The entire process from the beginning to the end of ancestor worship was narrated, and some precautions were also mentioned.

The general situation is that ancestor worship in the ancestral temple is not a simple trial, and it is not even public, but a ceremony to rank the various families in the Tianjian Sect.

During the ancestor worship activities, each family would send their children to compete, but it was not as simple as a test of talent, but a competition of the sect's foundation.

This competition has no rules and no restrictions on means. The only default rule is that participants must be disciples and cannot exceed the Jindan level of cultivation.

At the same time, Murong Jing reminded in her letter that although the participants’ cultivation base was not high, it was very likely that means exceeding the foundation-building level would appear during the period.

After the ancestor worship is over, the names of the top ten contestants will be engraved on the ancestral stele in the ancestral temple and they will become official disciples of the Heavenly Ranking. They will have access to the sect’s most core resources, and that’s basically it.

"No limit to the means!"

"Then why do you still restrict me?" Chen Lang said.

Murong Jing seemed to be very clear about Chen Lang's thoughts and specifically reminded him that if he used the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he might be banned.

"Damn, it's great to have a family."

Chen Lang could understand the meaning of this handwritten letter, because it mentioned "family" no less than twenty times from beginning to end, which was clearly telling him that he was not suitable.

(End of this chapter)