Chapter 1377 — Two Generations of Hierarchs Confront Each Other
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Wei Suifeng coughed and coughed. He was the founding patriarch of the Heavenly Sacred Cult, and on the matter of installing a new Hierarch, the cult, high and low, had indeed told Shen Mu nothing.
Shen Mu stared at him. Wei Suifeng coughed for a long while, coughed until he was nearly spitting blood, and still could not bluff his way past it, so at last he could only say, "Your authority was never usurped. Aren't you still alive and well?
" Shen Mu glared at him, his face black. "I am barely seventeen, and I am already the old Hierarch?
When exactly did you depose me? The least you could have done was give me a word! " Yuchen Zi shut his mouth at precisely the right moment and said no more, thinking, "The Heavenly Sacred Cult has always carried on like a pack of demons. They installed a Hierarch without even informing the old one.
In any other sect, that alone would have split it apart long ago!
But this is their own internal affair; it is not for me to stick my nose in.
" Shen Mu said in a fury, "But I am still alive. Before installing a Junior Hierarch, should you not have informed me first? " "Who was to know whether you were alive or dead? Who was to know where you were? " Wei Suifeng's temper rose as well. "After you became the Sacred Hierarch, you ran wild in every direction. If you were not courting death, you were on the road to courting it!
When did you ever come back to the Heavenly Sacred Cult? While you were gone, everyone was guessing.
They said there was a fifty-fifty chance you lived and a fifty-fifty chance you were dead.
Only when you appeared and they could observe you were they able to determine whether you lived or died! Surely we could not wait until after you were dead to install a Junior Hierarch? " Shen Mu muttered, "Install him, then.
Why lose your temper? Only, you might have given me some notice .
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. " Something stirred faintly in Shen Mu's heart.
Wei Suifeng sent men to invite Granny Zhu and Wenyuan. A short while later Granny Zhu came walking over, leading a youth with red lips and white teeth, handsome and elegant beyond compare. Shen Mu hurried forward to salute him.
"Patriarch, it has been a long while.
" The youth Wenyuan laughed. "Hierarch, please, no such ceremony. I am the Junior Hierarch now, and you are the Hierarch.
In name, I am still your disciple! " Shen Mu stood dumbstruck, frozen like a wooden rooster.
This youth was none other than the Heavenly Sacred Cult's Youthful Patriarch, who at some unknown time had reincarnated, been reborn as a youth, and become his disciple in name!
Granny Zhu blinked her eyes and smiled.
"Wenyuan is doing quite well these days, and he is outstanding at the Academy of Hearing the Dao.
Of course, I am Shen'er's teacher, which makes me his patriarch as well. " She felt rather pleased with herself. In those years Wenyuan had been her patriarch, and because he always wore the appearance of a youth, he was called the Youthful Patriarch. Now the wheel of fortune had turned, and she had become the patriarch of Patriarch Wenyuan! The group reminisced for a while, and then Granny Zhu said, her words heavy with meaning, "Wenyuan, strive to finish off the old Hierarch as soon as you can, and you will be the new Hierarch! " Shen Mu laughed.
"I'm afraid there is no hope of that in this lifetime .
. . " Granny Zhu shot him a ferocious glare, and Shen Mu hastily shut his mouth.