Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Half a day had passed since he returned home. Chen Fusheng looked around his small yard and nodded in satisfaction. The crops in the fields were thriving, and the chickens were plump. The most eye-catching thing was the fishpond. After a spring, not only were the big fish fattened up, but there were also countless small fish. Since no one had been eating them, the fishpond felt a bit small.

He enjoyed a delicious grilled fish, did a quick harvest of the grains in the field, put them back into the brewing jars, and then went out.

"Junior Uncle, you've come out?"

"It's been a long time, Junior Uncle."

"What have you been busy with lately? I'm out of wine."

……

Chen Fusheng took half an hour to walk what should have been a ten-minute walk, but he thought it was worth it. As a businessman, he knew that harmony brings wealth and that it's good to be kind to others.

Upon arriving at the entrance of Lingyu Zhenren's "Lingyu Cave," Chen Fusheng was still pondering his business strategy. It seemed that the fact that the cave hadn't been open for over a year had actually made everyone eager to try it out, giving off a hint of scarcity marketing. He had gained a deeper understanding of business, realizing that the devil is in the details!

He pushed open the door and went straight in. He entered a room, picked up a few spiritual fruits, and ate them.

He was very familiar with this place and had never been polite. In the prehistoric world, a personal disciple was someone who was closely related to him and whose fate was intertwined with his own, and was valued even more than a bloodline descendant. As the closed-door disciple of True Person Lingyu, he was simply the one who received his master's "favor".

"Is this Fusheng? Come in directly," came the voice of Master Lingyu.

Chen Fusheng smiled. As a senior immortal, Lingyu Zhenren probably already knew when he arrived at the cave, so there was no need to rush.

……

At the secluded retreat of Lingyu Cave, Master Lingyu sat cross-legged on a futon with a peaceful expression, his eyes closed, exuding the air of the sect leader of Lingbao Sect.

"Master, your disciple Fusheng requests an audience," came Chen Fusheng's voice from outside the door. Lingyu Zhenren slowly opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his face.

"come in."

Chen Fusheng sauntered in, first greeting Master Lingyu, and then slowly sat down beside him.

Ling Yu took a closer look at Chen Fusheng, a hint of satisfaction appearing on her face. However, seeing his lazy demeanor and the occasional snacking on spiritual fruit, she felt a surge of anger, and her smile vanished instantly.

"how?

Was the Cold Wind Cave quite comfortable?

"Look at your delicate skin, how about I talk to Lingzi and ask you to stay a few more days?"

"Cough cough" Chen Fusheng slowly spat out the fruit pit from his throat and looked at Lingyu with dissatisfaction. "Master, am I really your disciple?"

I just got back, you should give me some time to process things, right? Besides, we already agreed on this, there's still a long way to go before the next time, you can't break your promise and betray your family!

"Hey, you're afraid of something too? I think you're just bored out of your mind. Look how long you've been cultivating? And you're still only at the Dao Integration Realm?" Master Lingyu immediately got excited and started lecturing.

Chen Fusheng glanced at Lingyu Zhenren speechlessly. Although he couldn't compare to those prodigies, he had cultivated to the quasi-immortal realm in a hundred years, which was at least genius level. "At least I'm stronger than you, right?"

He muttered a few curses in his heart, but on his face he looked like he had been taught a lesson and nodded repeatedly. Ling Yu looked at Chen Fusheng, who was completely indifferent and a complete scoundrel, and didn't want to say anything more. Moreover, he knew in his heart that although his disciple was usually a bit lazy, he had his own ideas about cultivation.

The two chatted amicably for a while, and then Master Lingyu suddenly said, "If you have time recently, go and visit your two junior disciples more often. I think they are quite close to you."

Chen Fusheng's smile faded, and his brow furrowed slightly. "What's wrong? Is the border between humans and demons not peaceful?"

Lingyu Zhenren rarely showed a trace of worry. "Peace? When has the border between humans and demons ever been peaceful?"

Seeing that Chen Fusheng wanted to ask more questions, Lingyu waved her hand to interrupt him, "Alright, you don't need to worry about these things. Your main task now is to break through as soon as possible."

Chen Fusheng knew he wasn't qualified at the moment, and even if he knew, there was nothing he could do with his cultivation level. He nodded, paused for a moment, and then asked with concern, "What about Senior Brother? How is he?"

Lingyu nodded with relief, "Your senior brother is alright, so you don't need to worry about him. After all, as a weapon refiner, he usually doesn't need to be involved. His cultivation level is more than enough to handle the situation."

Chen Fusheng returned home, his mind filled with his conversation with his master, Lingyu. It seemed the situation was indeed quite serious, otherwise Lingyu wouldn't have been in such a predicament. He was worried about his senior brother's safety. In fact, after hearing his senior brother Daolin's introduction last time, he had a feeling that something was wrong. Now, he was suffering from a lack of information and could only hope that his senior brother would return safely.

After a moment of random thought, remembering his master's arrangements, he casually sent out two telepathic messages, intending to check on the cultivation progress of his two junior nephews.

Before long, a cheerful chirping sound came from afar. When they extended their spiritual sense, they saw that it was indeed Ling Xian'er and Lu Ling'er running towards them.

"Uncle-Master, you're really back?"

Before they even arrived, Lu Ling'er's cheerful voice drifted in. Soon, the two little ones stood before him. Chen Fusheng carefully examined them; both had grown quite a bit taller. He first nodded in satisfaction at Xian'er, "Not bad, your cultivation has actually reached the sixth level of Qi Refining. However, don't be complacent. I see your spiritual energy seems a bit restless. Don't try to break through any more recently; it'll be better for you to suppress and refine it."

Chen Fusheng turned to look at Lu Ling'er, his smile vanishing instantly, his brows furrowing as he appeared extremely serious. "You barely broke through to the fourth level of Qi Refining in just one year, and your foundation is unstable? What happened, Ling'er?"

Lu Ling'er hadn't expected her martial aunt to be so strict. Her eyes were filled with fear. She looked at Xian'er for help, but received no reply. She sighed inwardly, rolled her eyes, and pitifully answered, "Martial aunt, I'm not quite sure about that either. I just don't know why I can't calm down. My cultivation is indeed a bit lacking. But martial aunt, besides Xian'er, my cultivation ranks second, right?"

As Xian'er listened to Ling'er's nonsense, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, her eyes filled with amusement. Chen Fusheng knew what was going on just by looking at their expressions. A Xuanxian spiritual vein could easily reach the fifth level of Qi Refining in a year if they put in a little effort. They must not have cultivated properly for a year.

That's true. With Ling'er's personality, if no one supervises her for a year, she'll go crazy and have a hard time calming down. Plus, she has relatives like Lu Dashan and Lu Tian, ​​and is backed by the Yuanyang Peak sect leader's lineage. I guess everyone will go along with her. It seems that, just as Master said, she needs to be disciplined. Otherwise, she'll go crazy for a few days.

“It’s easy to fix your inability to calm down,” Chen Fusheng said with a smile, watching Lu Ling’er’s performance without exposing her. “I didn’t expect you to be so distracted at such a young age. Fortunately, your uncle has a wonderful method to cure your problem. Go back and copy the Lingbao Scripture a hundred times and see how it goes.”

"A hundred times?" Lu Ling'er immediately jumped up. You should know that the Lingbao Scripture is the foundation of the Lingbao Sect. The basic introductory chapter alone has tens of thousands of words. A hundred times would wear out your hands.

"Uncle-Master, I think I can calm down now, so I guess I won't need this method anymore. Thank you for your kindness, Uncle-Master," Lu Ling'er quickly declined tactfully, her little face tense and full of pleading.

Looking at Lu Ling'er's appearance, Chen Fusheng found it somewhat amusing, but his face showed concern. "Alas, it seems that Ling'er is indeed quite ill. Your emotions are fluctuating too much. One hundred recitations may not be enough to cure you. In that case, let's add another fifty recitations of Uncle's 'Gou Jing'."

"Ah!" Lu Ling'er looked utterly hopeless, her voice trembling with tears, "Uncle-Master, I'm really not sick. I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have lied to you, but how long will it take to copy all this? Could you please..."

"What? Feeling it's not enough? Should we add some more?" Chen Fusheng hardened his heart. This time, he had to teach this little guy a profound lesson. Since his second senior sister had entrusted her to him, he couldn't ruin this promising talent.

Perhaps sensing Chen Fusheng's determination, he quickly said, "That's enough, that's enough," and then stood there dejectedly.

Chen Fusheng ignored her and said to Xian'er, "Since you don't need to cultivate diligently now, you can learn weapon crafting with me tomorrow. Originally, this was supposed to be taught to you by your master, but he can't come back for the time being, so I'll teach you first."

A hint of curiosity flashed across Xian'er's face, and she replied cheerfully, "Okay."

Although he was talking to Xian'er, he still kept a close eye on Ling'er's emotions. After all, she was still a young girl, and to be honest, his punishment was indeed a bit harsh. However, seeing that she still had the time to prick up her ears and eavesdrop, Chen Fusheng relaxed a little. Then he gave Ling'er a wry smile and cursed inwardly, "She has quite a good attitude!"

"Uncle-Master, what about me?" Ling'er quietly raised her hand and asked.

"what?"

Chen Fusheng looked at her with a puzzled expression, not quite understanding. Could this be a generational gap?

"Could I learn weapon crafting from you? Since Xian'er can learn, then I..."

Looking at the pitiful expression on his face and the stammering words in front of him, Chen Fusheng secretly praised, "It's a pity he's not an actor." His "Gou Jing" chapter on acting skills still has no successor, and isn't the one in front of him the perfect one?

My eyes lit up, and the more I looked, the more excited I became, reminding me of the saying, "A young, blank sheet of paper is easy to paint on."

Lu Ling'er felt a little uncomfortable under Chen Fusheng's gaze and said somewhat fearfully, "I won't learn it then, Uncle-Master..."

"Is my uncle thinking bad things?" Lu Ling'er didn't dare say the second half of the sentence, fearing she would lose both her money and her husband.

"Who said you can't study? Since you're so diligent, then you and Xian'er can get up tomorrow. But you can't skimp on what you copy, I'll check." Luckily, Chen Fusheng didn't know what Lu Ling'er was thinking, otherwise he would have been so angry he would have vomited blood. He would have made her copy the Lingbao Scripture five hundred times, no, a thousand times.

Xian'er, somewhat puzzled, quickly left Chen Fusheng's cave with Ling'er. "What just happened?"

Chen Fusheng, on the other hand, looked both gratified and amused. "No wonder my teachers in my past life always loved to criticize people. They would look resentful before criticizing, but radiant afterward. It was truly a miracle cure!"

After tidying up my belongings, I realized I wasn't quite enough. Since this was the last chance, I decided to prepare more. I pulled out several jars of "Erguotou" (a type of Chinese liquor) from underground, poured them into bottles, and happily headed out the door…