Successors

Hearing the words of his teacher, Gao Hai began suddenly coughing, causing the old woman to slightly laugh.

"Fine, I won't bully you anymore, you can have this, I'm going into seclusion..." said Yan Xueqin as she casually threw the Immortal Rank Artifact, the Water Scepter, into Gao Hai's hands before disappearing, causing Gao Hai to suddenly freeze in place.

As for some sort of ceremony?

With the rules of the Holy Land of the Five Elements, the moment Gao Hai became the disciple of Yan Xueqin, he was fated to become the next Palace Master as long as nothing happened to him.

If someone important was unsatisfied with Gao Hai, they would have said it at his apprenticeship ceremony, which the other four Palace Masters, as well as their disciples, had attended.

And if someone unimportant was unsatisfied with Gao Hai, they better not say a word, lest Yan Xueqin hear word of it and come out of seclusion.

After freezing for a few moments, Gao Hai, who had actually become one of the Five Palace Masters of the Holy Land of the Five Elements without anyone knowing, finally recovered, and let out a faint sigh.

A moment after that, Gao Hai's spiritual sense sunk into the scepter in his hands, causing the eyes of the four other Palace Masters, who were in their respective Palaces, to suddenly turn to him.

After noticing that it was just Gao Hai succeeding his master, and not something more significant, the four of them turned their attention onto more important things.

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Interestingly, at the same time as that change in power was happening, another one, similar in scale, was taking place, just with somewhat different circumstances.

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As he stared at the fatty that was currently snoring in front of him whilst still holding onto his wine gourd even in his sleep, Xin Ren, the leader of the Unrestrained Faction of the Yin-Yang Temple couldn't help but shake his head.

A moment later, Xin Ren suddenly used his Dao Saint realm cultivation base to send a shock into the mind of his disciple, hoping to wake him up, only for an awkward silence to follow.

After seeing that this did not work, Xin Ren then took in a deep breath, and created a mental connection between him and his disciple only a moment later.

"Wang'er, wake up, the sect is being attacked!!" said Xin Ren, the sound of his voice being amplified over a million times in the mind of his disciple.

A moment later, Wang Lin suddenly began moving, causing a certain amount of hope to appear on Xin Ren's face, only for that hope to be dashed as Wang Lin unconsciously scratched his belly before continuing his sleep.

Seeing this, Xin Ren, who had become quite a bit annoyed thanks to this farce, finally played his trump card, and suddenly snapped his fingers.

The moment he did so, the smell of wine suddenly began spreading from Xin Ren's fingers, causing Wang Lin to instantly open his eyes.

A fraction of a moment later, Wang Lin saw the scene before him and realized the trap he had just fallen into, causing him to close his eyes once again.

Sadly for Wang Lin, though, now that he was awake, Xin Ren had a lot more cards in his hand that he could play.

For the entire rest of the day, the once peaceful Yin-Yang Temple was filled with the sounds of a pig being butchered.

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If Xin Ren from the Yin-Yang Temple, who had a hard time making his disciple wake, saw how easy of a time Wang Ming, from the Heaven Scrying Temple which had the same origin as the Yin-Yang Temple, had with his disciple, he would shed tears of blood.

Unlike Wang Lin, who wanted to continue to sleep, and was completely unwilling to succeed his master even though his cultivation was more than sufficient, Wang Ming was almost having the opposite problem.

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"Master, You're too old, you should focus on your cultivation so that you can live for a few more years, don't worry, disciple will take care of the Heaven-Scrying Temple, in your place," said Yun Qi as he stared at the old man in front of him, feeling his heard slightly ache at the state of the old man.

Even though he knew that his disciple's worry was genuine, as he had prolonged his life through external means for a long time, and had long since reached the end of the rope, Wang Ming couldn't help but become uncomfortable as he listened to his words.

"You ungrateful brat, is this how you treat your teacher after your cultivation surpasses his, sending him to die alone in seclusion?" asked Wang Ming, causing Yun Qi to fall silent.

Although he truly wanted his teacher to get some rest, after listening to his words, Yun Qi let out a faint sigh and shook his head, no longer intending to argue with him.

As he was not able to find any sort of worthy successor, Wang Ming had used the accumulation of the Heaven-Scrying Temple to live nearly twice as long as normal Major Transcendence Cultivators.

Although it was worth it in the end, as he was able to find and nurture Yun Qi, who had reached the Dao Saint Realm and would be able to lead the Temple for a long time, this also meant that Wang Ming's time was nearly over.

In fact, although he didn't tell this fact to his disciple, Wang Ming felt as though he would die the moment he stopped working for the benefit of the temple, as after all this time, his obsession with the Temple had become far too deep.

Seeing the silent, and unhappy look on the face of his disciple, Wang Ming finally shook his head.

"Fine, since you don't want this old man here, I'm temporarily entering seclusion, I need to do a divination anyway," said Wang Ming, causing Yun Qi's eyes to widen, as the words 'do a divination' struck him like a bolt of lightning as he watched the old man walk away.

A moment later, Yun Qi couldn't help but slightly shake his head, a disappointed look on his face.

"It's his choice..."