Chapter 265

Chapter 265: Xia He, what are you doing?!

　　Streams of spiritual light entered the three jars.

　　When the final thread of light entered one jar, the three jars began shaking continuously.

　　On these jars were strange engravings resembling canals.

　　The light entering the jars flowed like water, gradually filling them up.

　　But some jars’ engravings weren’t fully filled; others not only filled but also shone brighter.

　　He Qingqing’s jar wasn’t completely filled.

　　Dugu Qiu’s jar was similar to He Qingqing’s.

　　However, Qin Qingwan and Yun’s jars were not only filled but also radiated dazzling light.

　　Still, compared to Xia Donghua, they were utterly overshadowed.

　　The jar marked “Xia Donghua” emitted light that completely eclipsed everyone else’s.

　　It seemed as if Xia Donghua was the radiant moon in the night sky, while the others were merely stars.

　　There was no doubt Xia was the “popular choice.”

　　Whether he truly was the “popular choice,” well, that was unknown.

　　What was clear was that Xia Donghua had decisively won this election, surpassing other competitors to become the Holy Son.

　　”Winter Huahua, it seems more people support you,” Xia He smiled at his son.

　　”The child is overwhelmed,” Xia Donghua quickly bowed respectfully and declared loudly, “Be it Senior Brother Chen or Younger Sister Qin, or even Younger Sister He or Junior Brother Dugu, all of them are more outstanding than me. They are more suited to be the leader of Heavenly Profound Gate, leading us into a new era.”

　　”Winter Huahua, you’re too modest,” an Elder stepped forward and said.

　　”Yes, Winter Huahua, excessive modesty equals arrogance,” the head of a hall said.

　　”Since everyone has chosen you, it shows you’re the popular choice. You must shoulder this responsibility,” a peak master spoke.

　　”Winter Huahua, your growth is visible to everyone. Your becoming the Holy Son raises no doubts about your abilities,” another Elder added.

　　Xia He nodded, patting his son on the shoulder: “That’s right. Since you’ve been chosen, you must bear this responsibility and not disappoint us and the disciples.”

　　Xia Donghua looked very moved: “Yes! Father! The child will dedicate everything for Heavenly Profound Gate! I won’t let down the previous sect leaders!”

　　”Good!”

　　Xia He turned around and announced to everyone: “All of you bear witness. From today onward, Xia Donghua is the Holy Son of Heavenly Profound Gate. Please take good care of him in the future.”

　　”Congratulations, Holy Son.” Everyone chimed in unison, cheering for Xia Donghua.

　　Whether Xia Donghua’s ascension to Holy Son was truly the popular choice or if there was any foul play, well, that wasn’t their concern.

　　After all, they weren’t disciples of Heavenly Profound Gate.

　　”Thank you, esteemed seniors, thank you, fellow practitioners. If I make any mistakes in the future, please kindly point them out and forgive me,” Xia Donghua replied with respect.

　　”Alright, go. Since you’ve been selected as the Holy Son, follow me to pay respects to the Guardian Spirit of Heavenly Profound Gate,” Xia He told his son, his eyes brimming with earnest hope.

　　Honestly, the acting of this father-son duo made Ming feel nauseous.

　　Indeed, like father, like son.

　　These two embodied the word “hypocrisy” to perfection.

　　”Yes, Father.”

　　Xia Donghua followed his father before the Guardian Spirit of Heavenly Profound Gate.

　　This spirit glanced at Xia He, then at Xia Donghua, its expression seeming somewhat vacant.

　　Ming wasn’t sure if it was his illusion.

　　He somehow felt this sect’s Guardian Spirit wasn’t very intelligent. “Isn’t it supposed that such a guardian spirit should possess intelligence?” Ming asked Wu.

　　Wu shot Ming a glare: “Guardian spirits are like people—each has a different personality. How do you know they lack intelligence? Maybe they just don’t feel like talking?”

　　”…” Ming thought it made sense.

　　In everyone’s view, the Guardian Spirit extended a hand and placed it on Xia Donghua’s head.

　　The three treasures of Heavenly Profound Gate trembled, as if acknowledging Xia Donghua as the Holy Son.

　　And at that moment, Xia He suddenly raised his head, stretched out his hand, and directly inserted it into the chest of the Guardian Spirit.

　　The Guardian Spirit stared blankly at Xia He.

　　Others also watched in astonishment, unsure what Xia He was doing.

　　And the next second…

　　Xia He pulled out the Guardian Spirit’s heart.

　　Its heart was crystal-clear green.

　　Green blood slowly trickled from the corner of the Guardian Spirit’s mouth.

　　Then, Xia He took out a box from his storage bag. Inside was a black heart.

　　Xia He shoved the black heart into the Guardian Spirit’s chest without hesitation.

　　The wound began healing, accepting the new heart.

　　”Aaaaah!!!”

　　The Guardian Spirit, once queen-like, spread her arms wide and screamed towards the heavens.

　　The Guardian Spirit appeared corroded.

　　Her hair, her skirt, gradually turned black.

　　On her snow-white skin, cryptic runes spread.

　　Xia He’s movements were extremely fast, the entire process taking less than half a breath. It was executed seamlessly.

　　”Xia He! What are you doing?!”

　　An Elder realized something and slammed his hands on the table, rushing toward Xia He.

　　Even though this Elder didn’t understand why Xia He did this or what the black heart was, he knew that continuing like this would cause problems for the Guardian Spirit and the Heavenly Profound Gate.

　　But just as the Elder took a few steps, his feet froze in place.

　　Looking down, he saw a longsword piercing through his body.

　　”Qingwen! You actually!!!”

　　Judging by the markings on the sword, even without turning around, the Elder knew who it was.

　　He never imagined his most trusted nephew would kill him!

　　Elder Qingwen approached him and said slowly, “Uncle, times have changed. You old folks need to step aside!”

　　Qingwen flipped the blade upward, splitting the Elder in half! “Kill!”

　　At Qingwen’s command, restless cultivators drew their weapons and slashed at the surrounding guests.