Chapter 223: A Servant Disciple Ascends to the Elder Council! Unprecedented and Never to be Repeated!
Before this battle, skepticism regarding Han Lie’s individual championship had been rampant.
It wasn’t just the disciples of the Myriad Pill Hall; members of the Overlord Hall and other factions had harbored significant doubts. After all, Zhuo Hongyi had surrendered far too quickly. Neither side had truly exerted their full strength, leading many to believe that Han Lie’s title was hollow—a victory handed to him on a silver platter.
But now?
After witnessing Han Lie clash head-on with Old Ghost Black Sha—who had wielded seventy percent of his terrifying power—those controversies evaporated instantly.
Based on Han Lie’s performance against the Elder, it was clear: had they fought seriously, Zhuo Hongyi, even at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, would likely have been nothing more than an appetizer for him.
“Grand Elder, this really wasn’t necessary…” Han Lie said.
Chi Lian shook her head. “As the primary overseer of the Sect Comprehensive Competition, I must ensure that every champion’s title is beyond dispute. Otherwise… people might think I am manipulating the matches.”
Although Chi Lian rarely cared for public opinion, she felt compelled to clarify matters where Han Lie was involved.
Han Lie smiled faintly and said no more.
“Alright. Go back and recuperate properly. The Heavenly Spirit River Baptism will be held in half a month—do not miss it.”
With that, Grand Elder Chi Lian turned to address the assembly of disciples, instructors, deacons, and Hall Masters. Her voice rang out with finality: “I hereby declare this session of the Sect Comprehensive Competition successfully concluded.”
The moment Chi Lian departed, Zhuo Hongyi, Qin Lan, and Xiao Qingge rushed forward, surrounding Han Lie in a flurry of concern.
“Brother, are you alright?”
“Han Lie, how do you feel? Are the injuries deep?”
Faced with their anxious inquiries, Han Lie feigned ease, shaking his head with a light chuckle. “Nothing serious. I’m just drained. A little rest and I’ll be good as new.”
Hearing this, the women finally breathed sighs of relief.
Not far away, Su Meiyu watched the scene quietly. A gratified smile touched the corners of her lips.
Thinking back, it wasn’t long ago that Han Lie was merely an invisible nobody at the Qi Refining Stage. In just over a decade, he had transformed into the most dazzling existence in the entire Heavenly Void Sect.
From a lowly disciple of the Servant Department to the pinnacle of the sect’s power structure as a member of the Elder Council.
It was a feat unprecedented in history, and likely never to be repeated.
“The saying holds true,” Su Meiyu murmured to herself as she turned to leave. “The world of cultivation belongs to the young. It is time for us old folks to clear the stage.”
It was a long while before Han Lie, supported by Zhuo Hongyi, finally left the martial practice square.
“Han Lie, shall we return to the Violet Heaven Palace?” Zhuo Hongyi asked softly.
“No…” Han Lie stopped her quickly. He pondered for a moment before saying, “Let’s go to your place.”
He didn’t dare take Zhuo Hongyi and the others back to his small wooden hut in the Violet Heaven Palace.
“Alright.” Zhuo Hongyi nodded, having no objections.
Since breaking through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage, Zhuo Hongyi’s residence had been upgraded from a simple house to a sprawling manor.
Before they could enter the gates, Han Lie glanced back. He spotted Han Feng trailing them from a distance, accompanied by several Senior and Junior Brothers from the Myriad Pill Hall.
“Bro… Brother Mo.” Han Feng waved awkwardly.
Han Lie beckoned him over. “If you have something to say, just say it.”
“Brother Mo, it’s nothing much, really.” Han Feng smiled sheepishly. He retrieved an exquisite wooden box from his Storage Ring. “I saw you looked pretty weak earlier. I have a High-Grade Spirit Gathering Pill here. It should help accelerate your spiritual power recovery.”
“Alright, I’ll take it.” Han Lie didn’t stand on ceremony. He accepted the box and nodded. “If there’s nothing else, you should head back.”
“Right. Then… I’ll get going. Rest well, Brother Mo! Get well soon!”
Han Feng was tactful enough not to linger. He quickly departed with his entourage of eager disciples.
“Your brother is quite sensible now. Helping him out back then wasn’t in vain,” Zhuo Hongyi remarked as they watched the group disappear.
“Oh, that’s right! Wasn’t Brother Mo’s little brother the one who got set up last time? If Brother Mo hadn’t run into him, he would have been in big trouble,” Xiao Qingge chimed in, recalling the incident.
It had happened during her first date with Han Lie. They had stumbled upon Han Feng being framed and extorted for 100,000 Spirit Stones.
“He seems to be doing well enough in the Myriad Pill Hall now. At least he’s not mud that can’t be plastered to a wall,” Han Lie chuckled. “Enough about him. Let’s go inside.”
Half a month later.
With the aid of the Spirit Gathering Pill, Han Lie had fully replenished his expended spiritual power. He was back to full health—and then some.
More importantly, the intense battle with Old Ghost Black Sha had served as a catalyst. His cultivation base had solidified and improved significantly compared to half a month ago.
“Not bad at all.”
Han Lie grinned, stretching his limbs. After tidying his appearance, he emerged from the secret chamber.
In the pavilion of the manor’s courtyard, Zhuo Hongyi, Qin Lan, and Xiao Qingge had been waiting for some time. Seeing him emerge, they immediately rose to meet him.
Han Lie flashed a bright, warm smile. “Fair Immortals, has the Heavenly Spirit River Baptism for the top ten begun?”
“Just in time. The Grand Elder sent someone to remind us moments ago,” Zhuo Hongyi said with a smile. She handed him a golden Storage Ring. “By the way, this contains the 3 million Spirit Stones reward for your individual championship.”
“Haha! 3 million? I could spend a lifetime and not finish this!” Han Lie joked, stowing the ring away.
Jokes aside, 3 million was a fortune for the current Han Lie. At the very least, he wouldn’t have to worry about resources for his secluded cultivation anytime soon.
“You two go ahead. I just took up my position as a deacon, so I have some handover work to complete,” Qin Lan said apologetically.
“Understood.”
“Then Hongyi and I will head out. Qingge, you stay here and wait.”
“Okay! I’ll wait right here for Brother to return!”
Han Lie and Zhuo Hongyi bid farewell to Qin Lan and Xiao Qingge, heading straight for the Elder Council.
At the entrance of the Elder Council, the other eight winners of the top ten—including Bai Ling and Han Feng—had already assembled.
When Han Lie arrived with Zhuo Hongyi, a charming smile bloomed on Bai Ling’s exquisitely beautiful face.
She had heard the rumors about Han Lie defeating Old Ghost Black Sha and his impending promotion to the Elder Council. Initially, she had found it hard to believe. It wasn’t until she investigated and heard the fervent discussions of the Inner Disciples that she confirmed it wasn’t mere gossip.
She genuinely regretted not being there to witness such a spectacular battle.
Who could have imagined that Han Lie would challenge Old Ghost Black Sha during the Elder Selection—and actually win?
Where was the logic in that?
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