603 You Are The Bes (2/2)

”Really similar?”

Feng Yin meaningfully looked at Wang Lu and said, ”The current you reminds me more and more of a friend of mine who had gone for many years.”

Wang Lu asked smilingly, ”First tell me if it's a male or female?”

”Of course it's a male… The best man in Nine Regions.” Feng Yin said, ”Originally, my position should belong to him.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Lu put down his writing utensils and the documents because Daoist Master Feng Yin had already made the words very clear—he was talking about Ouyang Shang.

This was very strange. In regard to the matter of Ouyang Shang, except for Wang Wu, Wang Lu had never told anyone else. And he believed that Wang Wu would not easily reveal this secret. So, how did Daoist Master Feng Yin know?

Could it be that it was because he had gradually separated himself from disciple status, walking on the front of the stage, his temperament changed, which made people involuntarily think about Ouyang Shang?

It shouldn't be… in terms of temperament and characters, the difference between Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang was still quite big. Otherwise, people in Spirit Sword Mountain would've already long seen him as the reincarnation of Ouyang Shang.

Or could it be that his stellar divine eyes were sophisticated enough that he was able to understand all the secrets in the world?

That shouldn't be, either. Feng Yin's stellar eyes was an acquired magical ability, so it was basically hopeless for him to further it into the highest realm of understanding everything. His cultivation of divine eyes was only for the purpose to pave the way for Zhu Shiyao.

After mulling over it, Wang Lu actually wanted to know how did Daoist Master Feng Yin know his real identity. However, this question was not important. The more important thing was what would Feng Yin do after knowing the truth.

”Over the years, I have been wondering what would it look like if that person was in charge of Spirit Sword Sect instead of me. Every time I think about it, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.”

Hearing this, Wang Lu's heart turned heavy. He wanted to explain but found that the eyes of Daoist Master Feng Yin had become somewhat vacant, so he immediately realized what was happening.

What Feng Yin needed was not an explanation, but a quiet listener...

In the official history, Ouyang Shang perished together with the Earth Immortal, leaving behind the remnant of the golden generation, like defeated soldiers, to return to Spirit Sword Mountain to rebuild it. However, there were many things to be done on Spirit Sword Mountain, so how could a group of Jindan Stage disciples retain their sect's membership of the Five Uniques?

Everyone in Heavenly Sword Hall had made great efforts and sacrifices for it—among the Elders of Heavenly Sword Hall, the top three were already grey-haired and old looking. However, Liu Xian, Fang He, and the others at least had this Big Brother Feng Yin to shelter them from the winds and rains. Feng Yin alone, however, had to carry all of the difficulties.

In this way, it was easy to understand the repressed emotion and anguish in the heart of this Sect Leader of Spirit Sword Sect.

Thus, Wang Lu began to deal with the official documents again while at the same time quietly listened to Feng Yin's incessant talk. However, from the beginning to the end, he did not say a word.

Feng Yin's purpose of coming here, Wang Lu more or less could already guess it. As far as Feng Yin was concerned, as long as the Big Brother whom he worshiped was still alive in this world, there was no reason for him to continue to unjustly occupy the sect leader position—he naturally had to abdicate his position to the person who was more qualified.

However, for Wang Lu, Feng Yin's decision was unacceptable, whether it was just a whim or the result of a deliberation.

The reason for this was very simple—from the standard of a sect leader, he was far less suitable than Feng Yin.

It was true that, in some management methods and ingenuity, Wang Lu was more astute and flexible than Feng Yin. However, the leader of a sect needed not ingenuity and wisdom in management, but connections and prestige.

The present Spirit Sword Sect has not been the one that was born from the ruin one hundred and fifty years ago which was having nothing at all. The two were completely different. The elders of Heavenly Sword Hall had already become giants whose power shook the Nine Regions. And the sect had already made friends from all of the world in the past one hundred and fifty years and established cooperation with many top-rank sects, becoming a truly indispensable part of the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals.

And these sects recognized Sect Leader Feng Yin as the one in charge, not Ouyang Shang who should've died one hundred and fifty years ago, nor a young Jindan who had just recently came to prominence. Wang Lu's sudden succession to the top position within the sect would only make Spirit Sword Sect become a laughingstock in the eyes of countless people, and the sect's one hundred and fifty years of accumulation would dispel like flowing water.

Let alone Wang Lu didn't have enough energy to run a sect right now. His goal had never been to become the sect leader of Spirit Sword Sect. After going through another world, he had a more important goal.

Spirit Sword Sect had Feng Yin, Heavenly Sword Hall, Liu Li, Zhu Shiyao, and other rare geniuses. The sect's rising momentum had long been unstoppable. There was no essential difference between having Wang Lu or not. Nevertheless, there were some things that only Wang Lu could be able to do.

After no one knows how long it took, Wang Lu finally finished handling all of the official documents on his desk. Thus, he said to Feng Yin, ”Uncle Sect Leader, although my cultivation time hasn't been long, my knowledge could be considered as extensive. In my opinion, there is no one better suited to be in charge of Spirit Sword Sect than you. I implore you not to underestimate yourself and don't just obliterate the hard work of you and the people around you for the past one hundred and fifty years.

”At the same time, I also urge Uncle to prepare to continue the struggle because now is still far from when you can unload the burden. You have helped Spirit Sword Sect from its precarious position to this day, so you should know that any imaginary savior is not as realistic as yourself who is competent and with feet firmly planted on the ground. If you really think that there is someone in this world who can do better than you, then try to be as good as that person.”

Being persuaded by Wang Lu using the tone of one who was proud of his age and experience, Feng Yin didn't find it annoying. Instead, he merely softly smiled.

”You're right, I'm not a child anymore, but here I am having an unrealistic dream just like a child. Very well, since even you, the lead disciple, have said so, then I will continue to struggle for a few more years in this sect leader position. I only hope that when everything is over, that person… would not blame me.”