Junior Uncle is too cunning.

when……

when……

The main hall of Yuanyang Peak was already full of people. In the center of the hall sat a middle-aged man with long black hair and a long beard. His face was solemn, and he was wearing a Taoist robe. He held a jade ruyi in his left hand. He looked like a high-ranking and powerful person who had attained Taoism.

The Taoist priest glanced left and right, frowned, then quickly scanned the surroundings before turning slightly to ask those behind him, "Daolin, where is your junior brother?"

Dao Lin's lips twitched slightly, revealing a bitter smile. He glanced at his master, Lingyu Zhenren, took a small step forward, and said softly, "Junior brother just said he was feeling slightly unwell and arrived a little late."

Upon hearing this, Master Lingyu's face immediately turned ashen. "He's heard this excuse so many times he's sick of it." The jade ruyi in his hand trembled slightly, showing how angry he was. He turned and glared at Dao Lin. "He can't be sick? Look at what he's become of you! Doesn't he know what day it is? This time, we're going to teach him a lesson. You too, you'll come with us to receive your punishment later, hmph!"

"Yes, Master"

Dao Lin sighed inwardly. He knew it would be like this. What had he done to deserve this? Was it all his fault that his junior brother had become like this? Although he had mentored him for several years, he secretly glanced at Master Lingyu, "Isn't it all your fault..."

"Then why don't you hurry up and find him?" Master Lingyu said angrily.

Dao Lin turned and left, moving several times faster than usual, but his face showed some relief.

At first, the princes and the others were a little confused as Dao Lin left, but when they saw the usually composed Master Ling Yu's expression change and him secretly glancing up, they all understood what was going on. There was only one possibility for this situation in the Lingbao Sect. Once they realized there was nothing else important, they immediately returned to normal and stared straight ahead with serious expressions. At this moment, Lu Dashan and Fang Dong were standing near the entrance of the hall. They exchanged a glance and understood each other perfectly.

Master Lingjian looked at the people in the main hall, then at his senior brother beside him, and smiled slightly. "Although I shouldn't speak ill of my senior brother as his junior brother, ever since that little guy came, my senior brother, who used to remain calm even when facing the weight of Mount Tai, has gradually lost his composure. However, he has become much better at changing his expression and has become more approachable."

Master Lingjian chuckled inwardly, but he still had to defuse the situation to maintain the unity of the Lingbao Sect. He looked at Master Lingyu and said, "Senior Brother, everyone's here. Shall we begin?"

"Sect Leader, it's still..."

“Junior Brother Lingzi, the auspicious time has arrived. Let’s first see how this year’s disciples are doing. We can discuss the rest later.”

Before Master Lingzi could finish speaking, he was stopped by Master Lingjian. Seeing Master Lingjian constantly giving him meaningful glances, Master Lingzi wanted to continue, but was pulled back by Master Lingdong beside him. Turning his head, he saw that Master Lingdong didn't even look at him, but said to Master Lingyu, "Sect Leader, Senior Brother Lingjian is right. After all, accepting disciples is the foundation of the sect, and it's not good to delay the time."

Master Lingzi glanced at his still beautiful junior sister beside him, suppressed his anger, and reluctantly nodded to Master Lingyu, saying nothing more. Master Lingyu, seeing his junior brothers and sisters pleading for him, grew increasingly furious, his expression darkening. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and looked at Lu Dashan and Fang Dong, asking, "Nephew Lu, why don't you speak first? Do you have any capable people this time?"

Lu Dashan stepped forward, bowed slightly, straightened up, and said, "This time we..."

……

"Junior brother, junior brother, have you woken up?"

Dao Lin's voice preceded his arrival. He appeared before the gate of a secluded courtyard. After a moment of silence inside, he could only push open the door and go inside.

The courtyard was small, with two green willows growing in front of the gate, their branches drooping over the courtyard wall. To the right, several acres of land were cultivated with some flowers and plants. To the left of the gate was a rattan chair, on which a young boy was sleeping. He was covered with a thin layer of clothing, revealing half of his face. His hair was disheveled, and he looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was sleeping soundly.

Dao Lin looked at the boy's exasperation and laughed, which relieved his earlier anxiety. He shook his head, strode forward, and shook the boy's arm, causing the rattan chair to slowly rock. "Junior brother, junior brother, wake up! The initiation ceremony is about to begin."

"Ok?"

The boy slightly furrowed his brows, his nose twitched slightly, and the thin fabric covering his mouth moved, uttering a few indistinct letters.

Seeing that this wasn't working, Dao Lin raised his voice slightly, "Junior brother, junior brother, junior brother Fusheng, Master Fusheng..."

"Who is it? Don't you know it's very unethical to disturb someone's sleep? Is there something so important that you have to say it now?"

Chen Fusheng seemed a little angry. He was about to lift the veil to see the other person's face, but now everything was gone. No matter who that person was, he was determined to get back at him. But he would still try to reconnect the veil.

Dao Lin looked at Chen Fusheng, who still had his eyes closed, and his forehead was covered with a few black lines. He thought that he had been cultivating immortality for hundreds of years, but he had never seen an immortal cultivator like Chen Fusheng who was lazy to get out of bed every day. The world is full of wonders. Could it be that there is something wrong with my teaching methods?

"Why aren't you getting up yet? Have you forgotten what day it is today?" Dao Lin said irritably as he looked at Chen Fusheng, who had already woken up.

"Is today a workday? Wait, I remember I time-traveled, so I don't need to get up early at all. Right, I time-traveled..."

Chen Fusheng sat up abruptly and looked at Dao Lin. Perhaps because he had been in a state of dormancy for a long time, the morning sunlight was actually a bit dazzling. He raised his hand to shield his eyes and then slowly looked at Dao Lin. He was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a sword in his hand. His usually gentle and kind face was now tinged with some anger.

Chen Fusheng's heart skipped a beat. If something could make a kind-hearted person like Dao Lin act like this, it must be something serious. He immediately stood up, put on a smile, and cupped his hands in a fawning manner. "Oh, isn't this my beloved senior brother? It's been so long! I've missed you terribly. What brings you here so early in the morning? Please, have a seat."

Looking at Chen Fusheng's smiling face, Dao Lin felt an urge to punch him for some reason. Despite still having some youthful and delicate features, he managed to display the greasy workplace etiquette of a middle-aged man. Although he didn't know what workplace etiquette was, he still wanted to teach him a lesson.

He replied irritably, "You just met me yesterday, and you've already forgotten about me today, Young Master Chen?"

"Uh, how could I forget? I can't forget my senior brother, can I? I was just joking with him, hehe," Chen Fusheng's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and he smiled awkwardly. "Senior Brother Daolin has also gone astray. Alas, people's hearts are not what they used to be!" He didn't even realize that he himself was the culprit behind all of this.

"Alright, stop joking around. Hurry up and get ready. The initiation ceremony is about to begin. Stop joking. Master and several of your senior uncles were here just now."

"The initiation ceremony? Today? Oh no, oh no," Chen Fusheng's previous spirits vanished instantly, and his face turned bitter. As a transmigrator, Chen Fusheng was not a successful person in his previous life, but he was still a top student who graduated from a third-tier university. He was lucky enough to catch the last train of transmigration. Anyway, he had no ties in his previous life, and he was a carefree person. Transmigration was a good way out no matter what!

Even if they weren't born into royalty, they should at least be from wealthy landowning families. Unexpectedly, the timeline jumped too far, and they suddenly arrived in the prehistoric era. At this time, the war between the lich and the demons had just ended, and the human race had only just stepped onto the stage as the main characters. They still seemed somewhat immature. Moreover, the lich and the demons were not entirely without resistance. After all, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, so the situation was extremely chaotic.

Although he was still alone in this life, he was lucky. When he was young, he met the traveling Master Lingyu. Seeing that he had good talent and was all alone, he took him back to the Lingbao Sect. He thought that now he had a strong backer and his safety would be guaranteed. He could live a carefree and peaceful life without any problems. Who would have thought that the Lingbao Sect had strict rules and regulations, and that conservative old-fashioned Master Lingzi loved to find fault with him? Every time he thought about it, he wanted to cry, "I'm having such a hard time!"

If Dao Lin knew what Chen Fusheng was thinking at this moment, he would definitely beat him to a pulp. "You think it's difficult? How are others supposed to live?!"

After quickly tidying up, Chen Fusheng followed Dao Lin towards the main hall of Yuanyang Peak. The closer they got to the hall, the less he wanted to go. This was truly an ominous sign. Dao Lin watched Chen Fusheng slow down, a smile appearing on his lips, his gloating evident.

"Junior brother, hurry up, the sooner you go, the sooner you can be reborn in the Pure Land," Dao Lin urged, putting his newfound knowledge to use.

"Senior brother, that's an inappropriate word. You can't use that word here."

"Just get the gist of it. Why are you still worrying about those things now? We'll talk about it after this is over."

Chen Fusheng glanced helplessly at his unruly senior brother. "Can you just use that word like that?" he thought. "Plastic brotherhood," he thought. He'd really made a mistake in choosing friends. "Looks like I can't fool honest people anymore."

When Chen Fusheng and his companion entered the main hall, someone was reporting the results of the recruitment drive.

"We two were ordered to recruit students in the south this time, a total of 3178 people, including 62 of the highest rank and..."

"We two were ordered to recruit students in the west this time. There were a total of 4021 students, including 156 of the highest grade and..."

……

"Huh, it seems like there are more people this time than last time," Chen Fusheng said, calculating the number of disciples in his mind as he listened to the numbers coming from below.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, he felt that the voice seemed to have become much quieter. He quietly looked up and saw that almost everyone's eyes were on him. Looking at Master Lingyu Zhenren's dark face in the center of the stage, Chen Fusheng thought fiercely, "That old man Lingjian is too gloating. Not only did he not plead for him, but he also didn't know how to restrain himself. There will be no more wine next time." He turned his head slightly to look at Lingzi Zhenren, his eyes closed. He probably sensed his attention, opened his eyes, glanced at him, and then closed them again.

"You're going to be in trouble." This was the experience Chen Fusheng had summarized from years of fighting against the spirits. He could deduce the severity of the punishment by observing changes in the spirits' facial expressions. "Either they erupt in silence or the silent ones die." This expression had only appeared once, when he secretly went to his Uncle Lingdong's Fairy Peak. That time...

Chen Fusheng habitually rubbed his buttocks. "This is going to be a disaster. Chen Fusheng, why did you have to be so sleepy today? It's also Daolin's fault. He knows I have hypersomnia, but he didn't even bother to wake me up. So selfish. I'll skip the drinking next time. Sigh, if only I had an alarm clock. No matter how late I stay up, I'd still wake up on time the next day. I'll definitely make him do that next time..."

"Disciple greets Master," Dao Lin's voice rang in my ears.

"We've arrived? So fast! Chen Fusheng, what were you doing just now? Oh no, it seems I'll have to use my quick thinking skills."

Chen Fusheng quickly resorted to his amateur acting skills, his face pale with a forced smile, and weakly called out, "Disciple Fusheng greets Master, greets all Masters. I am truly sorry, I caught a cold last night while observing the celestial phenomena, and I am late, making all the elders wait for me..."

"Alright, this is getting more and more outrageous. You're not ashamed enough. Go back now!" Master Lingyu's eyes were practically spitting fire. He was getting angrier and angrier as he listened. This was utter nonsense. If it weren't for the many people in the main hall, he would have loved to chop this traitorous disciple in half with one palm.

Upon hearing this, Chen Fusheng smiled and said, "Done! I'm so clever." He probably didn't quite understand the meaning of "done" and "clever."

Lingjian Zhenren laughed as he watched Chen Fusheng act silly. Lingdong Zhenren also pursed his lips slightly. Lingzi Zhenren stared at Chen Fusheng with his eyes wide open, and his Dao heart, which had been cultivated for many years, almost became unstable.

Chen Fusheng quickly stood behind Lingyu Zhenren, cupped his hands proudly to Lingjian and the others, and acted as if it were nothing. The others in the hall did not have the same status as Lingjian and the others. Seeing the murderous aura on Lingyu Zhenren's face, they could only try their best to suppress it, and their shoulders trembled.

The worst off must be the colleague below who was still reporting, "The two of us were ordered to go north to recruit students..."

Even from a great distance, the intermittent sounds could be heard coming from the main hall.

……

Xian'er looked at Lu Ling'er, who was still fast asleep, and gently patted her. Recalling what they had talked about yesterday, she couldn't help but think, "I wonder who this junior uncle is. He sounds quite powerful..."