Chapter 120: My Fate Is Determined by Myself, Not by Heaven
“This must be the work of a demonic cultivator!” an elder declared, a glint of cold steel flashing through his eyes. “The corpse of the Infinite Sword Sovereign has been drained of blood. Such a vile technique—who else but those deranged demonic cultivators would dare commit such an atrocity?”
Another elder furrowed his brow in contemplation before offering his own view. “Could it not be a conspiracy of the demon clan? Remember, the demons are equally inscrutable and cunning. Wicked arts are commonplace for them as well.”
As the discussion deepened, other elders joined in, speculating fiercely about the identity of the culprit.
In this tense atmosphere, a normally taciturn elder suddenly spoke. His voice was soft but carried an undeniable authority. “Whether demonic cultivators or demon clan, we must not be complacent. I propose we immediately dispatch elite disciples to secretly investigate this matter while strengthening the sect’s defenses to guard against unforeseen dangers.”
The Grand Elder nodded slightly in agreement. “Indeed, this matter brooks no delay. We shall proceed according to the Third Elder’s suggestion. With the unfortunate demise of our Sect Leader, we must swiftly select a new leader to stabilize the sect’s affairs. Furthermore, the upcoming sect competition draws near—this is a crucial moment to showcase our sect’s strength. We must not allow internal turmoil to tarnish our reputation and standing in the outside world...”
The Second Elder tapped lightly on the armrest of his chair, a sharp gleam flickering in his eyes, hinting at a hidden ambition stirring beneath the surface. He concurred, “The Grand Elder’s words are wise. We must expedite the election of a new Sect Leader.”
The other elders voiced their agreement to the election, and thus, the meeting transformed into a contest for the new Sect Leader.
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In the mountain range of the Boar Demon Clan, where spiritual energy was richest.
“Master, have you noticed any clues?” Jiang Yan asked with curiosity.
Lin Qi scooped up a handful of soil, inspecting it closely with a deep, thoughtful gaze. “Yes, this is a treasure land.”
“Immortal Master, then how can we restore the mountain’s fortune?” Li Dabao asked anxiously, his eyes full of hope.
Ji Chuxue also looked on with interest. Regarding the mysterious force of fortune, the Master seemed to hold unique insights.
“Don’t be impatient. Fortune is a most abstruse thing. Let me ponder it carefully,” Lin Qi replied.
After answering Li Dabao, Lin Qi turned his gaze to Jiang Yan. “Good disciple, did you find the Chaos Pearl?”
“Master, the Chaos Pearl is in the hands of Lin Ruyan from the Xuanling Sect...” Jiang Yan recounted how he nearly retrieved the Chaos Pearl from Lin Ruyan, only for it to be interrupted by the Late Sky Sword Sovereign.
“Heh heh heh, that’s precisely it. The Chaos Pearl must be causing trouble. It transferred part of the fortune to Lin Ruyan, allowing her to escape your pursuit. Without the boost of fortune, the Late Sky Sword Sovereign might not have found you so quickly. Now that the Late Sky Sword Sovereign is dead, Lin Ruyan’s side will suffer backlash, for seizing fortune is forbidden by the Heavenly Dao.”
Listening to Lin Qi’s explanation, Jiang Yan realized a startling fact.
This cultivation world operated under rules and contained entities vastly different from those described in the original book.
For instance, the Chaos Pearl and the beastmen were never mentioned in the original story.
He increasingly felt that the cultivation realm he now inhabited was no longer the world depicted in the original novel.
As for the heroine Lin Ruyan, she seemed more like a villainous character in this version!
Could it be that the author of this cultivation novel had changed?
If so, the new author’s imagination was truly astounding!
Yet no matter what role he played in the story, Jiang Yan resolved to remain true to himself.
Silently, he vowed: My fate is mine to command, not heaven’s. I will never become a puppet under anyone’s pen!
Whether as the second male lead, a villain, or an insignificant bystander—in my own story, I am the protagonist!
Just as Jiang Yan drifted into thought, Yun Yun’s voice broke through his reverie.
“Brother Yan, what are you thinking about?” she asked curiously, her bright eyes full of inquiry.
“Little one, I’m pondering how to restore the fortune of the Xuan Zhu Clan’s mountain range.”
Li Dabao asked excitedly, “Immortal Master, have you come up with any ideas?”
Jiang Yan glanced at the tightly bound Boar Demon Clan chief and smirked slightly. “To restore the fortune of the Xuan Zhu Clan’s mountain, I think we should leave it to Master to find a solution. But...”
“But what, Brother Yan?” Yun Yun pressed eagerly, her curiosity ignited, desperate to hear what Jiang Yan would say next.