"Today is the feast of my Lv Songliang's title."
"All of you have come from afar to look up to me, Lv Songliang, and the Lv family."
"I, Lu Songliang, hereby thank you."
The majestic words resounded through the four corners of the earth.
At this point, Lv Songliang nodded his head slightly in thanks to the crowd.
"Alright, not much to say."
"Before the title feast officially begins, I, Lu, will only say one sentence."
"Once upon a time, I was a clergyman. In the future, I, Lv Songliang, will be the title!"
Phew!
On top of the platform, Lu Songliang stands proudly with his hands crossed.
A pair of old eyes looked around.
His lofty words were like rolling thunder, ringing in everyone's ears.
No one knew what kind of spirit was in Lv Songliang's heart at this time. And what glory is this solitude?
He practised for half a lifetime and finally became a title.
After years of hard work, he finally poured out the flower of his dreams.
No words can express the joy, the boldness and the unspeakable sense of accomplishment.
As Lu Songliang's lofty words fell, a moment of thunderous applause followed.
The great and powerful of the four directions all rose to their feet and applauded in congratulations.
"Congratulations to Lao Lu, finally a title~"
......
"In the future, your entry into the Martial Temple will be well deserved."
....
For a time, the hall was full of clamour.
The sounds of congratulations and admiration were endless.
And at this time, music began to ring out all around, and there were bells and drums ringing.
In the midst of the stirring music, the feast of titles had undoubtedly begun.
"Next, I'd like to invite the special envoy of the Martial God Hall to make an early sealing of my grandfather."
"The official title feast will be held in half a year's time, in the land of Yan Mountain!"
On the high stage, there was Lv Hua's voice ringing out.
After speaking, Lu Hua walked off the stage, leaving the stage in front of him to Lv Songliang alone.
As Lu Hua's words trailed off, among the crowd, a hale and hearty old man, holding a document written by the Martial Palace's master, the Sword Saint, slowly ascended the high stage.
Yes, the person in front of him was the senior envoy sent by the Martial God Hall, the one on the ranking list, the tenth ranked Ancestor He Chen.
The fact that the Martial Hall had sent such a heavyweight over for an unofficial title feast showed how much importance the Yanshan side attached to Lu Songliang.
After He Chen ascended the stage, he exchanged pleasantries with Lv Songliang.
Afterwards, he turned around and looked around at the audience.
Then, he slowly unveiled the scroll in his hand and read it out in public.
"Lv Songliang, a native of Lin'an, Jiangbei Province."
"Cultivating martial arts for half a lifetime, with no regrets in the beginning."
"Heaven's way of rewarding one's hard work, eventually becoming a title."
"The old man is getting stronger as he grows older, and would rather lose his head than lose his heart; the poor man is getting stronger as he grows stronger, and will never lose his ambition."
"This day, I wish to appoint Lu Songliang as the seventh title master of Yanxia, to enter the Martial Hall, and to be the pillar of the nation."
"The title, Qing Yun!"
Boom!
The seal is announced and the whole arena is in an uproar.
The world was in an uproar.
Voices of congratulations, admiration, envy....
All kinds of sounds and waves converged into a stream.
So much so that the whole world was trembling.
After a long period of uproar, He Chen, who was on the platform, bowed slightly and presented the scroll with both hands: "Please accept the title of "Qing Yun", Master Lu...".
The clanging sound was like gold and stone falling to the ground.
As He Chen's words fell, the giants of martial dao off the stage also rose to their feet and respectfully said, "Please, Old Lu, enter the Martial God Hall, receive the title of "Qing Yun" and become my Yan Xia Pillar Nation!
....
"Please, Lu Lao, enter the Martial God Hall and receive the title of "Qing Yun" to be the Pillar of Yanxia!
.....
"Please accept the title of "Qing Yun" and protect my Yanxia."
.....
At first, it was just the sound of voices in twos and threes.
In the end, hundreds of people across the entire island worshipped and requested. They were all asking for Lu Songliang to receive the title and take up the martial art of Yanxia.
What is a popular request?
This is it!
What is deserved?
This is it!
Even He Chen was astonished by Lu Songliang's powerful prestige and popularity in the Yanxia martial arts world.
But in the face of the crowd's worship, Lu Hua stood with his hands in the air.
So arrogant and lofty above his lips, it was higher than the heavens!
Lu Songliang had undoubtedly reached the pinnacle of his life at this time.
An ancient emperor's ascension to the throne was no more than that.
Offstage, Lv Hua's heart surged as he watched these scenes, and his eyebrows were filled with yearning and fervour.
"One day, I, Lv Hua, will be like my grandfather, standing at the pinnacle of power and basking in supreme glory."
Lu Hua's eyebrows and eyes were firm, and he roared low in his heart.
"When the Yanxia Pillars?"
"Old dog of the Lu family, does he deserve it too?!"
However, just as the feast of titles was reaching its climax, a majestic cold voice quietly exploded at the end of the sky.
Suddenly, a majestic cold voice quietly exploded from the end of the sky.
No one knew what kind of coldness and chill there was in this sound.
As soon as it sounded, it swept across the world.
The grass and trees stopped swaying and the breeze stagnated.
Even the water of the West Lake was almost frozen under this chilling intent.
"Eh?"
"What people?"
"How dare you!"
"How dare you speak disrespectfully to Lu?"
"A death wish?"
These sudden words undoubtedly caused the crowd to tremble.
For a moment, all of them turned around, full of indignation, and looked towards the source of the sound.
Lu Hua also looked up, his palms clenched beneath his sleeves, killing intent rampant in his heart.
Even his grandfather's feast of titles dared to be disturbed.
Lu Hua had decided that no matter who the other party was, he would make sure that they would lie dead here later as a warning to others!
In the midst of the anger of the crowd, a blurred figure slowly appeared in the crowd's line of sight.
As it was too far away, the crowd could not see his face at all.
All that could be seen was that the man was dressed in black and trousers, with a slim figure, walking slowly.
The breeze blows the tips of his hair on his forehead and his feet are on calm water, but he is walking like a man on level ground.
The water is not wet.
He walks with his hands in the air.
The watery sun shines down on him, but casts a shadow on the ground.
From afar, he looked as if he were a ghost, walking on water.
"Well?"
"He's... He's..."
At first, when he saw the figure in the distance, Lu Hua only felt a little familiar.
Soon, as the figure of that person got closer and closer, that inexplicable sense of familiarity also grew stronger and stronger.
Until finally, the figure in the distance slowly reunited with the person in his mind.
Boom~
At this moment, it was as if thunder was falling.
Lu Hua's entire body immediately trembled, his brain buzzed, and his old eyes stared huge.
"No~"
"It can't be him."
"Definitely not, never could it be him~"
As if he had gone mad, Lu Hua was filled with fear, shaking his head and shouting.
Of course, he wasn't the only one who had a similar reaction.
For example, Chu Wenfei, who was in the middle of the crowd, was breathing rapidly, his body began to tremble, and his eyes were almost bleeding.
"Could it be him?"
"No way, I must have been wrong."
"Isn't he dead?"
"I must have been mistaken."
"Or, just the resemblance~"
"Yes, it must be, it must be."