A life of leisure is worse than a life of flowers and splendour

Back then, he'd found his second disciple, Qingfeng, as a little beggar on the roadside while leading his eldest disciple, Yunhai, down the mountain for training. At the time, due to chronic malnutrition, the six-year-old Qingfeng was as thin as a four or five-year-old. The two raised him like their own child, carefully nurturing him and doting on him, leading to his current lawlessness. Within the sect, he was a frequent visitor to the Law Enforcement Hall, and outside the sect, he was a troublemaker. But he wasn't a bad person, often helping others when he saw injustice, or finding an excuse to beat someone up when he disliked them. His blows were always quite severe, often bringing up the parents.

The worst incident nearly crippled someone. If he hadn't run fast, he would have been beaten to death by the parents who rushed over. Even if he had run away, he would have been beaten back. Xuancheng Zhenjun gave away so many valuable things that he almost lost everything. From then on, he learned something: before beating someone up, first understand the background and see if he can bear the consequences.

Whenever he visited other sects, people would take a detour upon hearing that True Man Qingfeng had arrived. This had been the case since he established his foundation. No matter which sect he visited, he would first go to their arena to play for a few days, fighting with a reckless style that few would fight him. Later, when he arrived, the arena simply deserted. His return was a headache for the sect leader. Would the elders come to Xuancheng and ask him to assign Qingfeng more tasks? In short, they had to find a way to send people away. It was better to harm others than to harm one's own people.

This young disciple seemed a bit too honest. The eldest disciple didn't seem to like him very much, and the young disciple was still a homebody. Thinking of this, he glanced at the eldest disciple with dissatisfaction, and Yun Hai Zhenren's skin tightened in fear. He couldn't tell the young disciple about the eldest disciple's affairs, lest there be any dirty talk between the brothers and sisters.

Wushuang was sent out by his master in a daze. He always felt that there was something he didn't understand. Why was the eldest brother being punished?

A few days later, the secret realm was bustling with activity. Another group of disciples had returned from their training. These disciples, all at the Foundation Establishment stage, were imposing and radiant. Among the crowd, Second Aunt and my cousin stood out. They appeared slightly disheveled, their clothes stained with dust and grass, but their spirits were excellent. Their eyes, bright as stars, shone with a glint of joy and excitement. It was clear at a glance that they had gained a great deal from their training.

At this moment, the entire sect was eagerly awaiting the return of the last batch of Qi Refining disciples. Once they returned, they would all return to the sect together...

In fact, this place is not far from the sect. Many high-level disciples have already returned to the sect on their own, but it is still quite far for low-level disciples. Although it is in their home territory, there are so many people who have heard about this secret realm and have come here, and it is a mixed bag. Naturally, someone has to stay here to take charge. The master stayed, and the eldest brother was still being punished by the master, so Wushuang also stayed.

During this time, Master received word from the Grand Elder that matters at the Hehuan Sect had been resolved. Mo Yu had been dismissed from his position as Sect Leader and sent to the Cliff of Repentance. The position of Sect Leader was being temporarily assumed by Zhenjun Zhengyang of Jianfeng. However, Zhengyang was reluctant, agreeing only to temporarily assume the position, and the selection of a new Sect Leader would have to wait until everyone had gathered to select a new one.

Wushuang doesn't care who is the leader, as long as it doesn't provoke him.

After receiving the last batch of disciples, everyone boarded the spaceship back to the sect. This time, Dao Sect was the closest, so the most people entered and naturally benefited the most. The secret realm divided everyone into different dimensions based on their cultivation level, so any encounters were always with cultivators of the same level. All they knew was that there were cultivators of different levels, but they had no idea if there were any higher-level cultivators.

After thinking about it, Wushuang finally gave a fairy peach to the Great Supreme Elder. Wushuang felt that he was a good person. Since he could be his backer, he certainly hoped that his backer would become more powerful and long-lasting.

Wushuang naturally wouldn't foolishly send the peaches over himself, but his master personally delivered them. The return gift was even more astonishing, its generosity far exceeding imagination.

When the master and disciple returned to the sect, they had originally planned to stay for a few days. Daoist Master Xuancheng needed to attend to some pending matters, but he then decided to take his young disciple to the Tianji Pavilion for a short stay. The purpose of this trip was, firstly, to refine the crucial natal magic weapon, and secondly, to repair the young disciple's exquisite, shattered jewelry. After all, this outing had yielded a bountiful harvest, yielding many rare and valuable items. If these treasures were incorporated into the jewelry, they would surely create even more marvelous effects. At this thought, Daoist Master Xuancheng's face lit up with anticipation and delight.

He also had several Beauty Fruits, which he could use to refine Rejuvenation Pills. Rejuvenation Pills were far superior to the counterfeit Rejuvenating Pills available. One Rejuvenating Pill permanently preserved the appearance of the moment it was taken, while counterfeit Rejuvenating Pills only lasted for about fifty years, requiring another pill to maintain youthful appearance. If he missed the pill, he would never regain his youthful beauty again unless he reached a higher level. The women were all gone, and although his young disciple was still young, it would be safer to take one pill in the future, thousands of years from now, or even longer. If that didn't work out, he could sell it for something more useful. After all, it would be up to his disciple to decide what to do with the pills.

Master Xuancheng had not yet finished the work he was doing when he received an urgent report that his second disciple was lying at the gate of the sect, dying like a bloody man. He hurried over in a hurry.

If it weren't for the identification badge and the aura, he wouldn't have been recognizable as a human. His bones were broken, and his meridians and dantian were damaged to varying degrees. Even if he were rescued, he would have taken a long time to recover. If he hadn't taken the Black Water Blood Lotus, he would have died long ago. He was so badly injured, and no one knew how he managed to recover.

This man was so badly injured that no one dared to touch him. Xuan Cheng Zhenjun's hands trembled, not knowing how to start. This was exactly what Wushuang saw when he arrived. His master, who had always been domineering and confident, looked a little older. The sadness on his face made Wushuang's heart ache.

While no one was paying attention, she took out a Nine-Turn Red Extreme Ganoderma, broke off a piece, ground it into powder with her spiritual power, and put it into the spiritual honey water. She approached the second senior brother and fed it to him. Previously, because she was far away and the strong smell of blood covered it, Wushuang had not noticed the burning smell. Now that she was close, the smell of burnt barbecue hit her nose. After feeding the second senior brother the spiritual honey water with the Nine-Turn Red Extreme Ganoderma powder, the second senior brother's weak and almost inaudible breath finally strengthened a little. Wushuang quickly fed him a few more mouthfuls. She also took the opportunity to use her spiritual power to check the second senior brother's physical condition. It would have been fine if she hadn't checked, but when she did, Wushuang gasped.

This body is full of holes, and there is a lot of empty fire spiritual power running around in the body. The master has been trying his best to control it, but this fire spiritual power seems to be extremely overbearing, even the master cannot completely control it. He can only block it slightly to prevent it from continuing to hurt the second brother's body.

Xuan Cheng found the time to give his second disciple a cup of Gu Yuan tea. This was a gift from his youngest disciple to him. He himself was reluctant to drink more than a few sips. After tasting it once, it was gone. He also saw the youngest disciple feeding the second disciple just now. He didn't ask. He knew that the youngest disciple had a lot of good things in her hands. The ones she gave were naturally good things for swimming. He accepted it for the second disciple first. He would return this favor when the boy woke up. What if, what if he couldn't wake up? Xuan Cheng didn't dare to think about it. His heart couldn't help but ache when he thought about it.

After downing a cup of Guyuan Tea, the fire spirit energy seemed to have tamed down considerably. True Man Qingfeng's aura had noticeably steadied. True Lord Haoze of Danfeng had also rushed over, still carrying the lingering scent of elixir, clearly having hurried from the alchemy room.

After checking on Master Qingfeng's condition, he couldn't help but frown. He then pulled out his needle bag and plunged golden needles into Second Brother's body. He practiced his technique, injecting a wisp of vitality into Master Qingfeng's body, nourishing the damaged meridians and helping him absorb the medicinal power. The man who had been bleeding profusely had stopped bleeding, even shedding a layer of reddish-brown, charred skin. Most of the external injuries had healed, but the damaged meridians, dantian, and tendons and bones hadn't recovered much. There were simply too many injuries. If it had been just one broken bone, the healing elixir might have healed in a matter of hours, or even hours. But his entire body was broken, far more severely than when Wushuang had been picking the Tribulation Grass in the secret realm.

The man slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness gradually waking up from the chaos. He leaned against his master, grinning, revealing his large, bloodstained teeth, his face filled with excitement and joy. He looked at his master with bright eyes, his voice slightly hoarse, but full of excitement: "Master! I'm back! I brought back a treasure for my little sister!"

Then, he looked at Wushuang and whispered, "Junior Sister, I've specially prepared a gift for you. I'm sure you'll love it!" Before he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to reach for the treasure hidden in the ring. However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that his body was as if cast under a spell, unable to move at all.

"Oh, wait... When I'm a little better and able to move around, I'll take this gift out and give it to you personally." There was a hint of resignation in his words. Wushuang, standing beside him, couldn't hold back her tears, looking at her wounded Second Senior Brother, who was still so intent on giving her a surprise. She felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart, unable to imagine the hardships Second Senior Brother had gone through to prepare this gift for her, to find himself so seriously injured.