Xianxia: The Sect Master Is My Girlfriend

Chen Zhutian’s eyes were filled with excitement.

This demon-slaying assembly was organized by him, with invitations sent to various sects, including the Central Heaven Sect.

He didn’t have much hope, thinking at best an inner disciple might come.

But to his surprise, Lin Langyue herself showed up!

With her presence, the influence of this assembly was sure to reach new heights!

“Fairy Lin, since you’re here, why don’t you take the lead for this assembly?” Chen Zhutian humbly offered.

Lin Langyue shook her head. “I’ll let you do it. I’ll just listen.”

She was just passing by with her disciples to broaden their horizons and had no intention of stealing the spotlight.

“Very well.”

Chen Zhutian nodded.

…

Everyone took their seats.

Chen Zhutian stood on the central stage and said, “Thank you all for allowing me to preside over this demon-slaying assembly.”

“Well said!”

“Brother Chen is being modest!”

Applause erupted from the audience.

After all, Chen Zhutian, as the senior disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, held some prestige among the crowd.

With a satisfied glint in his eye, Chen Zhutian continued, “As you all know, recently, demonic sects have become increasingly rampant, with conflicts between the righteous and demonic paths growing more intense.”

“Three months ago, Elder Wenren Tuo of the Slaughter Prison, in his pursuit of the Dao of Slaughter, massacred an entire city, turning Huyang City into a ghost town!”

“And then there’s Liu Xunhuan of the Hehuan Sect, who abducts young maidens to boost his disciples’ cultivation, leaving chaos in his wake!”

“Just a month ago, the Yin Corpse Sect poisoned a village’s water supply, turning all the villagers into half-human, half-demon creatures to create corpse puppets!”

“Such heinous acts are utterly inhumane and go against all morality!”

Chen Zhutian’s voice was heavy with grief, tears welling in his eyes.

The audience was equally outraged.

Anyone with even a shred of decency would find these atrocities unacceptable.

After composing himself, Chen Zhutian declared, “Thus, the purging of demonic sects is an urgent matter!”

“This is not just a mission for the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, but for all the righteous sects! It’s a clash between good and evil!”

“Through this demon-slaying assembly, we must do everything in our power to restore peace and justice!”

His passionate speech carried the air of a true hero.

“Count me in!”

“We must purge the demonic sects and restore order!”

“For the sake of righteousness!”

The crowd responded fervently, as if they were all embodiments of justice.

Of course, how genuine their words were is anyone’s guess.

…

Li Ran, sitting among the audience, frowned slightly.

So far, he found nothing wrong with the demon-slaying assembly.

The deeds of the demonic sects were indeed intolerable.

If these people were genuinely willing to unite against the top demonic sects, they could indeed be called righteous.

‘So why does the system say they’re hypocritical?’ Li Ran wondered.

…

Chen Zhutian looked at the crowd with satisfaction, clearly enjoying the attention, and motioned for silence.

As the crowd quieted down, he continued, “I propose that we start our demon-slaying efforts with the ‘Red Blood Hall,’ a demonic sect notorious for its atrocities!”

…

Li Ran was taken aback.

Hadn’t they just been talking about the Slaughter Prison and the Yin Corpse Sect? Where did this Red Blood Hall come from?

“Brother Luo, what’s the deal with this Red Blood Hall? I’ve never heard of it,” Li Ran asked.

Instead of answering directly, Luo Yong asked, “Is this your first time attending a demon-slaying assembly?”

Li Ran, puzzled, replied, “You mean this assembly happens regularly?”

“Of course.”

Luo Yong nodded, “The demon-slaying assembly happens almost every year, usually organized by disciples of top sects. This year, it’s Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion’s turn.”

“Every year?” Li Ran asked, “Then why are the demonic sects still so rampant?”

“Who said we were actually targeting the real demonic sects?”

Luo Yong looked around, then lowered his voice, “The so-called demon-slaying assembly is just a formality, a chance for the sects to make a name for themselves. We never actually go after the real demonic sects.”

“Two years ago, the assembly targeted a group of bandits, but publicly claimed it was a second-rate demonic sect called ‘Kuixing Sect.'”

“Last year, we killed a few rapists and said it was the ‘Northwest Branch of the Hehuan Sect.'”

“As for this ‘Red Blood Hall,’ it’s just a bunch of bandits outside Qingzhou City. After the assembly, we’ll kill them and then go home.”

“Ordinary people wouldn’t know if it’s a demonic sect or not…”

Li Ran was speechless.

“Wow, so it’s not a demon-slaying assembly but more of a fame-gathering event?”

“Right on, it’s a fame-gathering event,” Luo Yong said bluntly. “See those storytellers over there? They’re all pre-arranged. Once this assembly is over, Chen Zhutian’s name will be known far and wide as a hero.”

…

Li Ran was at a loss for words.

All those grand speeches were just to give the storytellers something to work with.

The weakest among them was in the late Qi Refinement stage, and the strongest had reached the Golden Core stage, yet they were all here just to deal with a few bandits…

“How ridiculous,” Li Ran muttered, shaking his head.

Luo Yong patted him on the shoulder, “I felt the same way my first time. You’ll get used to it…”

…

At this point, Chen Zhutian asked, “What do you all think of my proposal?”

“The Misty Cloud Sect agrees,” Lin Qianyi said softly.

“Tian’gang Sect agrees.”

“I’m in!”

Chen Zhutian then looked at Lin Langyue. “What about you, Fairy Lin?”

Lin Langyue replied indifferently, “I have no objections.”

“Great! Since everyone agrees—”

Before he could finish, a lazy voice interrupted, “Sorry, I have an objection.”

Everyone turned to see a young man wearing a pig-headed mask, lounging with his legs crossed, while Luo Yong beside him was drenched in sweat.

Chen Zhutian frowned, “And you are…?”

The pig-headed young man replied, “I am the chief disciple of the Hardness Sect, Jier Bangying.”

…

Chen Zhutian felt the voice was familiar and asked, “Brother Jie… do you have any objections?”

The pig-headed young man said, “There’s nothing wrong with demon-slaying, but I think we should change the target.”

Chen Zhutian was confused, “Change the target? To whom?”

The pig-headed young man cleared his throat, “How about the Slaughter Prison?”

“…”