Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Ge Yu looked at Chen Fusheng walking in from outside the door. He still looked harmless. Ge Yu was now unsure whether to hate him or thank him.

Just now, because of Chen Fusheng, I was not only contradicted by that junior Feng Jiu, but also aroused public anger, causing my reputation, which has been ruined for thousands of years, to be tarnished.

However, just when Dao Ling was criticizing him and the situation in the hall was about to escalate, he happened to appear again, which indirectly helped him out of the predicament.

Thinking of this, and looking at Chen Fusheng who was surrounded by a crowd, Ge Yu felt bitter. "Are you the devil among angels?"

Everyone sat down again, and Chen Fusheng gave a general account of his life over the past three hundred years. Of course, he only talked about his life as the main character Chen Fusheng. If you include the activities of his secondary character, he told the whole truth about about a... layer.

After receiving Feng Jiu's telepathic message, Chen Fusheng squinted at Ge Yu, who was sitting alone in a corner, chest out, head held high, looking straight ahead, appearing detached from the world!

He touched his chin with his fingers, surprised that the old Taoist priest was so vengeful and hated him so much. He silently increased Ge Yu's activity level and stopped paying attention to him.

Chen Fusheng got to work, asking questions and making announcements, instantly igniting the atmosphere in the hall.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Fusheng took out dozens of bottles of "Erguotou" that he had kept hidden away. Ever since he got "Wuliangye", they had been stored in his storage bag. No one drank them, and they were taking up quite a bit of space. Today, the atmosphere was just right, like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, so it was the perfect time to clean up... cough, drink!

Fueled by the alcohol, the conversation became even more heated. Even a senior female disciple from Fairy Peak started boasting, patting her chest as she stood in the middle of the hall and said, "A few years ago, I single-handedly killed a true dragon at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm in the Inner Sea. I killed it all by myself. Pretty impressive, right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. Chen Fusheng glanced at it, and as he patted it, his eyes were filled with turbulent emotions. His heart was also stirred. He didn't know if it was powerful or not, but it was truly ferocious!

Suddenly, Chen Fusheng felt a chill, glanced at the scene, and felt a surge of joy.

Dao Lin had his head slightly lowered, holding a wine glass in one hand, but there were two more hands around his waist, which he knew at a glance belonged to Dao Ling.

Dao Lin maintained a calm and composed expression, but the slight swaying of his wine glass revealed that Dao Ling had gone all out, after all, not everyone has Chen Fusheng's physique.

She glanced at him with pity, then looked at the men in the hall, and sighed, "Men..."

The slightly drunk senior sister was carried away by Dao Ling and the others, and even Chen Fusheng was glared at fiercely by Dao Ling!

Of course, this was just a minor incident; the drinking party continued, and people were frequently seen passing out drunk at the table, lying on their sides or sideways...

Although "Erguotou" has a high alcohol content, with their immortal powers, they can sober up with a little bit of circulation. However, sometimes it is not the alcohol that makes people drunk, but the person who makes them drunk.

People kept talking about their lost friends, weeping bitterly. Chen Fusheng also became somewhat silent. According to Daolin, as of today, a total of fifty-eight people have not returned, including forty Celestial Immortals, fifteen True Immortals, and three Mysterious Immortals.

Forty-two people have been confirmed dead, and sixteen are still missing. Excluding myself who returned today, there are fifteen people who still have a chance of survival.

The death list of the Lingbao Sect shows that although the human race had the upper hand this time, all sects suffered heavy losses. This is not an ancient battle where dozens of deaths are normal losses.

They were all immortals, with lifespans of at least three thousand years. They were the core strength that the Lingbao Sect had cultivated for many years. The death of more than forty of them was a devastating blow to a mid-to-high-level Daoist sect like the Lingbao Sect. It would take them several thousand years to recover!

Of course, this is precisely the cruelty of the battlefield: survival of the fittest. After this great battle, those who survived were generally able to improve their cultivation level.

Some may have reached a minor realm, while others have directly broken through to a major realm. People like Dao Lin have taken advantage of this training to advance to the Xuanxian realm. The most powerful of them all is Ao Ling of the White Dragon Clan, who directly advanced to the Golden Immortal realm and has since lived an infinite lifespan.

……

They waited in the same place for another two months, until Master Lingyu returned with the elders, but the remaining fifteen people still hadn't been seen.

In other words, apart from Chen Fusheng who returned midway, the others initially identified as missing can now be confirmed as dead.

Among them were three Xuanxian elders from the sect, who were of the same generation as Lingyu Zhenren. They originally wanted to take this opportunity to try their luck in the higher realms, but it seems they have failed. Becoming a Golden Immortal is not easy; otherwise, the Lingbao Sect would not only have two Golden Immortals, Wanhua Lingyu.

Master Lingyu asked Daolin a few questions, and gave Master Lingjian, who had just arrived to take over the defense of the East Sea, a few instructions. Then he took out the spaceship and led everyone back to the Lingbao Sect.

Lingbao Sect remained a peaceful and harmonious immortal sect, shrouded in clouds. But as Chen Fusheng stood before the cave entrance and slowly pushed open the door, his turbulent heart finally calmed. He jumped back, lay quietly on the bed, and thought of nothing…

The return of Chen Fusheng and others shattered the tranquility of Lingbao Sect like a boulder, stirring up a huge wave.

The next day, he met Lingxian and her companion in the cave. Seeing the two beautiful young women standing before him felt like yesterday, when the three of them were cooking and catching fish together...

Lu Ling'er looked at Chen Fusheng and rushed over, bursting into tears as if she had suffered a great injustice. Ling Xian'er's eyes were also red, glistening with tears, and her nose twitched occasionally as she stared intently at him.

Chen Fusheng felt a warmth in his heart. Although Lingxian and the other two were his junior disciples, he had taken care of them since they were young, treating them like his own disciples.

He gently patted Lu Ling'er's head, slowly pulled her up, wiped away her tears, and said with a smile, "Look at you, you're such a big girl now, why are you still crying? Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?"

Hearing Chen Fusheng's words, Lu Ling'er took a deep sniff, but said domineeringly, "Let's see who dares?"

"Wow, you've become so amazing now?"

“That’s right, Uncle-Master. You can go out and ask around. I, Fairy Ling, am now a renowned figure in the Lingbao Sect. Besides, I can’t tarnish your and Master’s reputation.”

Looking at the domineering Lu Ling'er, Chen Fusheng couldn't help but look at Ling Xian'er, wanting to get confirmation.

Ling Xian'er glanced at Lu Ling'er, smiled, and nodded gently.

"She now has hundreds of people under her command, she's incredibly powerful!"

Chen Fusheng looked at Lu Ling'er in surprise. Lu Ling'er cooperated, tilting her head slightly, her lips parted to reveal her white teeth, her eyes were red-rimmed, and a few tears were still on her face, giving off an expression that said, "Praise me!"

Chen Fusheng gave a wry smile and gently tapped his head. He never expected that after a hundred years, the sect leader's lineage would produce someone who was involved in the underworld.

He didn't criticize her, after all, she was already an immortal, and besides, it wasn't a big problem. After all, the Lingbao Sect was actually a large group. Of course, Chen Fusheng only thought this to himself. If Ling Yu found out, he would be in big trouble.

Looking at Lu Ling'er, who had become obedient, her little hands were still grabbing at Zhu Wuneng.

He stroked his chin, stared at Lu Ling'er for a moment, and a thought suddenly arose in his mind: "Perhaps the Lingbao Sect will produce a female sect leader in ten thousand years!"

Master Lingyu Zhenren is now the sect leader, and with the advancement of their eldest brother Daolin to the Xuanxian realm, the next sect leader has been basically decided.

As Dao Ling'er is Dao Ling's first and only disciple, and Dao Lin has a close relationship with Dao Ling, plus Xian'er has a cold personality and doesn't like to talk, so she is not suitable to be the sect leader. Therefore, they can only choose from other people in the sect leader lineage.

Besides, Lu Ling'er is also from the sect leader's lineage, and she already has several hundred people under her command, which shows that she has some leadership experience. With time and experience, plus the recommendations from Dao Lin and others, she might actually succeed.

Lu Ling'er and Zhu Wu were having a great time, rolling around on the bed. Chen Fusheng slowly stood up, looked at Lu Ling'er, and gave a wry smile.

"We'll talk about it later... I can mention it to my senior brothers and sisters when I have time."