till now, the grand heroes, holy saints, none of them is able to reach Sacred Chief. How can Confucius’ martial art be as good as Sacred Chief? Marquis Guan is the measure of braveness, but how can he measure up against Sacred Chief’s wisdom? Even though Zhuge’s stratagem is high, how would he fare with a sword against our Sacred Chief?”

The sect’s disciples cheered loudly and they called out, “Confucius, Marquis Guan, Zhuge Liang, who can compare with our Sacred Chief!”

“After our divine sect unites the Jianghu, we’ll get all the statues of Confucius out of the culture temple and all the Guan Yu’s statues out of the martial temple” Bao Dachu said. “We’ll erect Sacred Chief’s statues in their places!”

“Long live to Sacred Chief, long live!” Shangguan Yun shouted. “Our child and grandchildren, eighteen generations of our descendants, all of them will follow Sacred Chief.”

The crowd called out at the same time, “Long live to Sacred Chief, unify the Jianghu! Long live, unify the Jianghu!”

Ren Woxing heard his subordinates flattering him endlessly. Although some of these praises were rather fantastical, he thought he could use some of them. He thought, “Some of these talks aren’t wrong. Zhuge Liang’s martial art is definitely not my match, and when he conducted the six campaigns out of Mount Qi, he wasn’t successful at all. So talking of wisdom and knowledge, is he any better than me? Guan Yu crossed five passes and slayed six generals, this is brave. But if he were to fight me alone, how could withstand against my ‘Art of Essence Absorbing’? Confucius only had no more than three thousands disciples, while my subordinates number in the thirty thousands. He led three thousands disciples running here and there, and ran out of food and couldn’t do anything. I led tens of thousands of people to across the world and go whereever I wish without any problem. Confucius’ ability and wisdom when compared to Ren Woxing’s aren’t that far apart.”

Hearing the cries of ‘Long live, unify the Jianghu! Long live, unify the Jianghu!’ shaking the ground, the people around the mountain also started to call out. The echoes resounded throughout the mountain. Ren Woxing smugly stood up.

When the sect’s disciples saw him stood up, they all paid their respects by prostrating on the ground. All of a sudden, Peak of Morning Sun became quiet and there wasn’t the slightest noise heard. Sunshine covered Ren Woxing’s face and his entire body. The majestic looking Chief of the Sun Moon Sect looked like a god. Ren Woxing laughed aloud and said, “If only I could live forever like to…” When he spoke till here, he was suddenly mute. He moved his energy to say the word ‘today’, but he felt his chest contracting and the word couldn’t come out from his mouth. He pressed his chest using his right hand wanting to press down the blood bubbling up on his throat but he felt dizzy and the sunshine dazzled him.