Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Chen Fusheng and Dao Lin hurriedly finished the ceremony, gave instructions on the follow-up matters, and then quickly flew to the main hall of Yuanyang Peak with Xian'er, Lu Ling'er and the other children.

When they arrived at the main hall, it was packed with people, including several elders who usually secluded themselves in seclusion.

As soon as Chen Fusheng and his companion stopped, they were startled by the glaring eyes of the crowd. Even Dao Lin, a Taoist who had cultivated for a thousand years, was so intimidated by the scene that he didn't want to speak. He had originally wanted to train his junior brother by having him take the lead, but when he turned around, he was so angry that he almost laughed.

As soon as Chen Fusheng entered the main hall, he sensed something was amiss. Being adept at reading people and putting on airs, he immediately lowered his head, closely following Dao Lin's steps, muttering to himself, "I'm invisible, I'm invisible..."

He had seen this technique online in his previous life; he had heard that actors sometimes relied on this kind of mental suggestion to get into character.

However, Chen Fusheng was unaware that methods must be appropriate to the situation. Most people in the hall were staring intently at these future immortal talents, their eyes gleaming. Apart from Xian'er, who remained calm and collected, eliciting nods of approval from the elders, the other newcomers were completely bewildered. They were already terrified of being in an unfamiliar environment and facing so many people, and seeing Chen Fusheng, who was usually so righteous, now acting so cautiously, they trembled, their faces filled with fear. "Have we stumbled into a wolf's den?"

Even Lu Ling'er was being very careful, with tears welling up in her eyes, which broke the hearts of the immortals. Even Lingdong Zhenren rolled his eyes at Chen Fusheng, saying, "What a drama!"

Chen Fusheng was almost impressed with himself at this moment. With his intelligence and acting skills, he could make a living even without time travel, and he was definitely much better off than a ninth-tier actor. "Sigh, I chose the wrong major!" However, he didn't see the look in Xian'er's eyes behind him, which was full of questions. "This martial uncle is so strange!"

Furthermore, he believes that to thrive and live long in the prehistoric world, he has summarized three key points:

First, never be a show-off; the nail that sticks out gets hammered down. While he had nothing to do, he carefully recalled historical figures who died young, like Yang Xiu, whose talent was as high as the sky but whose fate was as fragile as paper—a true nail that stuck out…

Second, one must have good acting skills and quick wit, but cannot be the lead actor. He strongly agrees with the saying that one's life depends entirely on acting skills, but the lead role has too many scenes, too much attraction, and is not easy to hide.

Thirdly, to survive, one must have many trump cards, which he considers the most important point. The primordial world is vast, life is difficult, and surviving healthily and peacefully is even more challenging. Leaving aside the sages who can predict the fate of the world with a snap of their fingers, they not only possess martial prowess, but more importantly, they are shameless. For example, there's Zhunti (who seems to have everything, using the normal method of bullying the weak); and there's the Three Immortals of the Jie Sect (loyal, possessing powerful magic weapons, strong backers, but dying quickly).

These are also the three principles of his own "Fusheng Sayings," also known as "The Great Law of Preserving Life in the Primordial World." He has already filled it with quite a bit of information and plans to pass it down as a family heirloom for his lineage!

However, he was unaware that precisely because of his brilliance, Lingzi had intensified his punishment.

Dao Lin was defeated by Chen Fusheng's shamelessness. After his commotion, his discomfort from before disappeared instantly. "Disciple Dao Lin greets Master and all senior uncles and masters. This time, our Lingbao Sect has admitted a total of 32650 new disciples, including 32102 outer disciples and 548 inner disciples."

Dao Lin stopped, and Chen Fusheng looked at his senior brother's closed eyes, indicating that it was his turn. "Senior brother, you are really too lazy. It takes two people to make such a small report. It's a waste of manpower."

He cleared his throat, stepped forward to stand alongside Dao Lin, and bowed to Ling Yu Zhenren and the others. In his mind, he recalled the scene of him giving a report to the whole school as a student representative when he was in elementary school. That was the peak of his student days.

"Disciple Fusheng greets Master and all senior uncles and masters. This time, our Lingbao Sect has recruited a total of nineteen immortals: one Xuanxian Fire Immortal, one Xuanxian Water Immortal, six Zhenxian Immortals, eleven Tianxian Immortals, and five hundred and twenty-nine superior-grade immortals, including one first-grade immortal..."

Chen Fusheng had just finished speaking, bowed, and stood still. All he wanted was a bottle of Wanglaoji herbal tea. "It's too dry. Senior brother is too cunning. I should have spoken first. It seems that having too many disciples is not a good thing."

Master Lingjian was overjoyed. He hadn't expected the new recruits to be of such high quality, with a large number of outstanding individuals. There were nineteen Immortal Seeds alone. Unlike previous years where there were two or three Celestial Immortal Seeds and a True Immortal Seed if one was lucky, this time was different. Even the "Mysterious Immortal Seeds" came in pairs, based on the principle of striking first.

"Senior Brother Sect Leader, look at how my Sword Peak hasn't taken in any disciples for years. The area is vast and sparsely populated, and we still don't have a successor. I think Lu Ling'er is exceptionally talented, and Xian'er carries sword energy. They are clearly destined for my Sword Peak. My Sword Peak won't take in any more disciples, just the two of them. The others can be given to our other junior brothers and sisters."

Lingdong Zhenren's usually gentle and kind face twitched as he listened to Lingjian Zhenren's words. "This is simply shameless," he said sarcastically. "Senior Brother Lingjian, if your Sword Peak has 30,000 to 40,000 people and that's considered a small number, then the other peaks are practically bald. Moreover, Xian'er and Lu Ling'er are both female, so according to the rules, they must belong to my Fairy Peak."

Seeing this scene, the other elders didn't wait any longer and all stepped forward, each offering valuable insights.

Chen Fusheng watched with great interest, minding his own business since it wasn't his concern. He didn't want to hire an apprentice as a nanny, as the drawbacks were too great. If he had a plate of peanuts and a bottle of old wine, that would be perfect!

He had never known there were so many things going on between the peaks; it was an information explosion, more than he had discovered in a hundred years.

"Junior brother, how has your senior brother usually treated you?"

"Junior brother, you absolutely have to do your senior sister a favor this time, right?"

"Hmm, Senior Sister has emerged from seclusion?" Chen Fusheng looked around and saw Senior Sister Daoling behind True Person Lingyu. She was wearing a red linen robe, a Daoist crown with a white jade hairpin, and holding a long whip. This was his second senior sister, who shared the same master.

Chen Fusheng sensed something was wrong. His senior brothers and sisters simultaneously sent him telepathic messages. His senior sister, who had been in seclusion for a long time, had not even been notified by their master to attend the initiation ceremony, yet she was now in the main hall. Moreover, he had been basically raised by his eldest senior brother and second senior sister since childhood, and he knew his second senior sister's strong-willed nature better than she did herself. Otherwise, she wouldn't have immediately gone into seclusion after seeing his eldest senior brother's cultivation advance by one level.

"Oh my, Senior Sister, when did you come out? You broke through so quickly! Senior Sister is truly amazing! How come I didn't hear anything? Otherwise, I would have prepared a banquet to celebrate for you. How about tonight?" Senior Sister is impatient, so I first sounded out her.

"It's alright, senior brother. Just tell me what's wrong, and I'll do my best to help you if I can." If I can't help, please don't ask.

Chen Fusheng responded quickly, indicating a two-pronged approach.

"Almost there. This time, I've fulfilled a wish. Wait for my notification later, just do as I say," Dao Ling stated simply and bluntly. Could it be that he had made a promise in his words just now? It's truly a case of a scholar arguing with a soldier—reason is useless. Chen Fusheng now felt the sense of crisis drawing ever closer.

"What do you mean 'not bad'? Have you forgotten when you were seven, you fell into a hole, and who pulled you out? When you were eight..."

Chen Fusheng glanced at Dao Lin, who was still looking serious beside him, and the black lines on his forehead increased. "If you hadn't scared me back then, would I have fallen down? I secretly dug my sixty-second secret room for more than two months, and you exposed it. You still have the nerve to say that."

However, Dao Lin's voice kept coming through my ears. He was already talking about being forty-six years old. Could he be Tang Sanzang in his previous life? I took a quick look. He had shaved his head. Sigh, he really does look a bit like him!

……

"What is it? Please tell me, brother," Chen Fusheng gave in, feeling that Monkey King had a tough time. It seemed that he had to prioritize the importance of the ear-closing technique.

"You know that your senior brother cultivates a water vein, and he still doesn't have a disciple. This time, Xian'er is a water vein cultivator, and she's also a 'mysterious immortal seed,' which perfectly meets your senior brother's requirements. So you must find a way to help your senior brother later. Besides, she's your own niece! You can't just ignore her. Moreover, your senior brother has decided that she can take the blame for you three times in the future."

Dao Lin gave Chen Fusheng a knowing look, and Chen Fusheng was somewhat tempted. He secretly glanced at Xian'er's calm face, which, combined with her meter-tall figure, was simply irresistibly cute! A perfect scapegoat! This was much more useful than his senior brother, and besides, his senior brother was becoming increasingly difficult to manipulate!

However, he now understood why his second senior sister had rushed out of seclusion. He looked up at the powerful figures on the stage, whose debate had reached a fever pitch, and stroked his sparsely haired chin. "It seems I need to reassess the importance of disciples to these powerful figures."

Gritting his teeth, for the sake of world peace and the future, Chen Fusheng transmitted his voice to Daolin, "If three times isn't enough, at least thirty times." He sighed inwardly, "Alas, I'm still too soft-hearted. World peace also requires conditions."

"What?" Dao Lin almost lost his composure, turning to look at Chen Fusheng, who remained completely calm and collected. "Is this how you bargain? Not only did you raise the price tenfold, but don't you think having such an adorable junior disciple is your greatest happiness? How could you raise it so much? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"When did you travel here?" Chen Fusheng almost blurted out, but luckily he stopped himself in time. "It's all my fault," Chen Fusheng thought, feeling a mix of relief, shock, and self-reproach as he watched Dao Lin learn internet slang so quickly. "Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut! Immortals have such strong learning abilities."

After exchanging glances for a while, with one demanding an exorbitant price and the other trying to negotiate, they finally reached an agreement: "Fifteen times," which was reasonable and fair, and Xian'er was bought without her knowledge.

……

"Alright, stop arguing. Look at how old you all are, still calling yourselves peak masters and elders. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by your disciples? The Supreme Elder just said that this generation of disciples will be the Gui Dao generation."

Lingjian and the others were not embarrassed by Lingyu Zhenren's reprimand. They all sat back in their original seats, each of them reverting to their dignified appearance as enlightened immortals.

Master Lingyu's lips twitched, and he glared at Chen Fusheng. Ever since this disciple joined the sect, there had been no shortage of trouble at every meeting.

"The Dao generation, step forward!" With Lingyu Zhenren's command, Dao Lin and Dao Ling stepped forward one after another. Only those who had become immortals could have their own Dao titles. Chen Fusheng looked at them and silently thought to himself, "It'll be soon."

Dao Lin and Dao Ling, as the senior brothers and sisters of the Dao generation, are both True Immortals and disciples of the sect leader. Their qualifications are sufficient, otherwise they would not have been summoned by True Person Ling Yu. Moreover, their spiritual veins are one water and one fire, and their search for Chen Fusheng is actually due to their concern.

As he expected, Xian'er became Dao Lin's disciple, and Lu Ling'er did not become Lu Dashan's disciple in the end, but instead became Dao Ling's disciple. Perhaps Lu Dashan himself felt that it was better to become Dao Ling's disciple, after all, they were from the same lineage, and she was a lady, and she had entered the sect leader's lineage, which was the direct lineage of the Lingbao Sect. In the end, the sect leader's lineage was like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, and had the last laugh.

Although Chen Fusheng said a few words at the end, he knew in his heart that this matter had probably been arranged perfectly by his master, Lingyu Zhenren, long ago. First, let everyone argue, then call out Daoling, then let him preside over the punishment of each person equally, and finally use the Supreme Elder as the trump card to settle the matter.

He stole a glance at Master Lingyu and saw that the old Taoist seemed to be glancing at him. He quickly lowered his head and thought to himself, "No wonder he is a sect leader. He is really amazing! I have learned another trick."

Master Lingyu glanced at Chen Fusheng, a smile playing on his lips, and said with a serious expression, “Alright, now that you have become disciples, then teach and learn well. A teacher’s duty is to impart knowledge and resolve doubts, and more importantly, to teach according to aptitude. I hope you can cultivate many talents for our Lingbao Sect.”

Dao Lin and the others bowed in unison and shouted, "Respect the Sect Leader's command!"

"Alright, all of you, step back!"

Chen Fusheng has truly gained a lot this time, so he must quickly return to seclusion to meditate and comprehend, for he cannot break through his cultivation barrier until he becomes an immortal.

"Chen Fusheng, stay," Lingzi Zhenren's demonic voice rang in his ears. Just as Chen Fusheng was about to pretend he hadn't heard it, he covered his head and flew out of the main hall.

"Those who flee the scene will be punished even more severely."

He withdrew his left foot and looked at his senior brother and second senior sister.