Chapter 5126 — The Snow Sword Sect's Backing
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Two generations running, the title of number one in the Foundation Establishment stage had gone to the Snow Sword Sect. On that point alone, the sect's depth was no small matter; among the Primordial Alliance's ten minor sects and clans, it stood at the very peak. If it could muster even one or two more Nascent Soul old monsters, challenging the four great sects and clans would not be out of the question.
For Xue Jianming, however, this was no blessing. He had always styled himself the Snow Sword Sect's heir apparent, and with such a junior uncle pressing down on his head, no one in his position could be in good spirits.
Given the choice, Xue Jianming would never have allowed the sect leadership to send such a junior uncle. Unfortunately, his father was only a vice sect master of the Snow Sword Sect—high in both standing and real authority, yes, but far from the point of covering the sky with one hand. And Leng Leng's master was no ordinary figure either, certain to fight tooth and nail with every argument at his disposal. That the Snow Sword Sect had ultimately dispatched Bing Wushuang, a man of neutral inclination, was likely the product of both sides balancing and compromising with each other.
Bing Wushuang regarded Xue Jianming with a flat expression, his voice cold. "From today on, all of the Snow Sword Sect's training disciples answer to me. You are no longer the senior fellow disciple in charge."
"Yes, this disciple understands." Xue Jianming nodded hurriedly. He dared not act presumptuously before Bing Wushuang—and besides, this had been his own proposal from the very start. Ever since crossing blows with Wei Zhao last time, he knew full well that his own strength offered no hope of revenge, so his only recourse had been to seek aid from the sect.
Of course, aid was not something one could simply ask for. Without a plausible justification, the Primordial Alliance alone would have blocked it. And the justification Xue Jianming gave was this: his dantian had been crippled, no disciple of the Snow Sword Sect could fill his shoes as senior fellow disciple in charge, and a headless host was prone to mishaps. He therefore requested that the sect dispatch a new senior figure to lead them.
At first hearing, the reasoning was entirely reasonable, so the Primordial Alliance raised no objection and let the Snow Sword Sect send out Bing Wushuang as the new junior uncle in charge—on one condition. Bing Wushuang could command only his own Snow Sword Sect disciples; he was absolutely forbidden to meddle with the training disciples of the other Primordial sects, and still less to contend for authority with Xin Yi'an. Xin Yi'an, after all, was the officially recognized junior uncle in charge of this mundane-world training expedition.
"Where is Leng Leng? Bring her to me," Bing Wushuang said bluntly. Apart from leading the Snow Sword Sect's training disciples, another important task on this outing was to send Leng Leng back to the太古小江湖.
The sect's command outweighed heaven itself. Ever since word came that Leng Leng had defied orders and refused to comply, the Snow Sword Sect's high leadership had been in an uproar, split into two factions that quarreled daily and brawled every third day. Vice Sect Master Xue had sworn to bring her to justice and vent his son's grievance, while Leng Leng's master fought back with arguments every single time. Yet whatever the final verdict, one point was not open to negotiation: Leng Leng must be escorted back as quickly as possible. Otherwise, repeated defiance would be treated as betrayal of the sect, and even her master would not be able to shield her.
"That... I'm afraid that won't be possible..." Xue Jianming shook his head, his face a mask of difficulty.