I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

Yuanlu looked worried as he gazed in the direction of Wanjun Peak.

Master, were you involved in this?

He didn't know, nor dared to speculate further. He only wanted to peacefully guard Yundan Peak, his own little world, and keep company with the alchemy furnace.

"Junior Brother Chenmu, the sect leader's seclusion has changed, and my master is currently in charge of the sect." He picked up the communication talisman and relayed the message to Chu Chenmu, who was traveling outside and unaware of the situation, without doing anything else.

Uncle Ren treated them all very well. Although he was a disciple of his master, every time he saw Uncle Ren, Uncle Ren would pat him on the shoulder and give him a few words of advice. But Yuanlu was spineless; he dared not stand up for something uncertain.

His master also had the grace of giving him a second chance at life.

People from all the peaks heard the news and reacted differently, but no one doubted its authenticity. The news caused a stir among the crowd, but then quickly fell silent again.

……

Wu Chushan stood in the main hall of Wanjun Peak, respectfully handing over a paper crane with both hands. "Sect Leader, please take a look."

Li Chenglin stood up and patted Wu Chushan's shoulder affectionately: "There are no outsiders here, why are you being so formal with your teacher? Just call me Master."

He then took the paper crane that transmitted the message and opened it; Genroku's voice came out clearly from inside.

"You suspect Yunlu?"

"No, no, no, this disciple has never heard of the contents of this book. It was discovered by a disciple I placed on Yundan Peak. He presented this book to me. It belongs to Junior Brother Yun. I dare not listen to it without permission, so I brought it to you for a decision."

Wu Chushan said with trepidation, "These are turbulent times, so it's always good to be careful."

Li Chenglin showed no emotion, simply destroying the communication talisman. "Yunlu didn't say much. For now, just pretend you don't know anything. Tell the disciple who discovered this to change his job and not to talk about it."

Wu Chushan paused, lowered his head even further, narrowed his eyes, and stared at his shoes: "Yes, disciple will handle this matter."

He then respectfully clasped his hands and bowed, his tone both annoyed and apprehensive: "Disciple has taken it upon himself to arrange manpower at Yundan Peak, please punish me, Master."

Li Chenglin smiled and said, "I know you are only thinking of your teacher, so how could I blame you?"

“Nephew Chu has been away for a long time, and the Discipline Hall he is in charge of needs someone to take charge. You should go and take over.”

Wu Chushan was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

When Wu Chushan turned to leave Wanjun Peak, the timidity and respect on his face had disappeared, replaced by the majesty of a superior.

He returned to his own Thick Earth Peak and summoned the young disciple who had sent him the message via paper crane.

The young disciple was thin and small, with barely suppressed surprise and nervousness in his eyes: "Elder Dijie, you wanted to see me?" He hadn't expected that his job of keeping watch would give him the opportunity to get so close to Elder Dijie.

Wu Chushan smiled kindly, the kind of smile that the junior disciples often saw, the signature smile of Elder Dijie.

The young disciple felt a little calmer. He clenched his fist to ease his tension and held his breath, waiting for Elder Dijie's instructions.

Wu Chushan tapped the second joint of his middle finger with his right thumb, his tone seductive: "Come with me, and I will personally teach you a thing or two today."

The young disciple followed closely behind, and went with Wu Chushan into the depths of Houtu Peak.

In the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, Wu Chushan appeared, spotless, with no one behind him.

The disappearance of an unknown junior disciple is nothing in this dangerous world of cultivation. Therefore, apart from a few people who were on good terms with this junior disciple, no one noticed that the vast Wuji Sect was missing an outer disciple.

The news that Wu Chushan had replaced the head of the Discipline Hall spread quickly, and disciples were discussing it everywhere.

Compared to the lofty and distant position of the sect leader, the Discipline Hall is right next to them, so it naturally receives much more attention.

"Elder Dijie? With such a good temper, how is Elder Dijie suitable to be in charge of the Discipline Hall?"

“You’re absolutely right. I’m a few years older than you and I joined the sect earlier, but I’ve never seen Elder Dijie get angry.”

"Elder Po Jun is still the most stern and intimidating."

"Hahaha, if you ask me, it would be better to replace Elder Dijie with Elder Dijie. He would be more lenient than when Elder Pojun was in charge."

"Absolutely right, absolutely right."

Similar conversations took place throughout the sect. Previously, the Discipline Hall was managed by Chu Chenmu, and the sect rules were strict. Chu Chenmu strictly enforced every single rule without fail. Once a disciple was found to have violated the sect rules, he would punish them severely without exception, which made the disciples both respect and fear him, or even more so than respect.

However, that was when the original owner was still alive. Since Chu Chenmu came here, he hasn't had the energy to manage the affairs of the Discipline Hall.

However, some astute individuals noticed something amiss, wondering if the acting sect leader, having just assumed power, was already eager to appoint relatives and friends.