Qingshan Sect.
“Grand Elder, how about I get you a new lounger?”
At this moment, Mu Linsen’s eyes were gleaming as he fawningly massaged the Grand Elder’s legs.
Lying on his chair, the Grand Elder said softly, “No need.”
Mu Linsen didn't give up and continued to urge him, “Grand Elder, let me change it for you. Now that my three older brothers aren't here, I must take their place and show you proper filial piety...”
“Look at this lounger; it’s been worn so smooth it has a deep patina. You’re the Grand Elder of our Qingshan Sect; you should at least have a high-end, prestigious lounger...”
The reason Mu Linsen wanted to replace the Grand Elder's lounger was that he had accidentally discovered it was made of 10,000-year-old lightning wood.
This was 10,000-year-old lightning wood!
Even a small piece of it would be worth a fortune outside.
To have an entire lounger made of 10,000-year-old lightning wood was an incredible waste of resources, wasn't it?
“I’m not changing it. I’ve grown accustomed to this one,” the Grand Elder replied.
Mu Linsen blinked. “Grand Elder, what if I get you one made of pure gold?”
“Sure.”
“What? Sure?”
Mu Linsen was stunned, momentarily unable to process the response.
Once he was certain the Grand Elder had agreed, Mu Linsen was overjoyed.
“Grand Elder, I’ve already prepared it for you!”
As he spoke, he pulled a lounger made of pure gold from his storage bag, complete with a gold velvet cushion.
At a glance, it looked incredibly comfortable.
“Grand Elder, what do you think? Is it alright?”
Whoosh...
Without even opening his eyes, the Grand Elder swept it away.
Seeing the Grand Elder take the golden lounger, Mu Linsen was secretly delighted. The 10,000-year-old lightning wood was as good as his.
While tricking his own elder felt a bit wrong, it was better than letting an outsider swindle it away, right?
However, after waiting for a while, Mu Linsen saw no sign of the Grand Elder getting up to switch chairs.
“Grand Elder, why aren't you lying on the golden lounger? I’ll take this old one and dispose of it for you.”
“Your golden lounger has been confiscated.”
“Con... confiscated?”
Mu Linsen was dazed as he looked at the Grand Elder in confusion.
“That’s right. You don’t focus on your cultivation and spend all day messing around with useless things. If I don’t confiscate yours, whose should I confiscate?”
Mu Linsen suddenly grew anxious. “Grand Elder, I’ve already joined the Qingshan Sect! Why do I still have to personally cultivate?”
“Hmm?”
Hearing this, the Grand Elder suddenly sat bolt upright on his lounger and stared at Mu Linsen.
Mu Linsen trembled under the gaze. “What? Did I say something wrong?”
“Who told you that joining the Qingshan Sect means you don't need to personally cultivate?” the Grand Elder asked with a strange expression.
“Does someone even need to say it? Doesn't joining the Qingshan Sect mean one's cultivation level will skyrocket? Since it’ll skyrocket anyway, why should I bother putting in the effort to cultivate?”
The Grand Elder nodded heavily.
“You have a point!”
“Third Elder, this kid wants to increase his cultivation without actually cultivating!” the Grand Elder shouted toward Huo Furong’s residence.
While Mu Linsen watched in a daze, Huo Furong appeared beside him.
Mu Linsen’s mouth dropped open even wider.
“You... you’re all peerless masters playing the pig to eat the tiger?”
He hadn't even noticed how Huo Furong had appeared.
Weren't they supposed to be at the Golden Core stage?
The corner of Huo Furong’s mouth curled slightly. “Oh... Little Wood, you’ve only just realized?”
Mu Linsen looked at Huo Furong and asked, “Do they all know?”
Huo Furong gave a light chuckle. “Except for your three older brothers, everyone knows!”
Mu Linsen fell silent. Was it because he wasn't their biological brother that he didn't deserve to be kept in the dark? Otherwise, why stop hiding it from him now?
Just then, Huo Furong’s voice rang out again.
“So, you don’t want to personally cultivate?”
Mu Linsen’s eyes lit up. “Can I really? I’m not even a biological disciple!”
Huo Furong’s mouth twitched. Who had fooled this child into being so dim-witted?
Nonetheless, she nodded. “You can. You’re in luck. Even though you aren't biological, you can still do it!”
Hearing this, Mu Linsen’s eyes sparkled. “I really am enjoying the benefits of following my three older brothers. I don’t even have to cultivate myself!”
“Here, eat this.”
Huo Furong produced a pill that shimmered with an eerie light.
Looking at the pill, Mu Linsen was a bit confused. Why was this pill so dark and murky?
It wouldn't be poisonous, would it?
No, these were his three brothers’ own elders, and now they were his too. They certainly wouldn't harm him.
Mu Linsen happily reached out and took the pill from Huo Furong.
The moment his fingertips touched the smooth pill, it felt no different from an ordinary one.
Gulp!
Mu Linsen tossed the pill into his mouth and swallowed it in one go.
The pill dissolved instantly.
“Ahhh—!”
The moment the pill dissolved, Mu Linsen felt a surge of violent spiritual energy rush straight toward his dantian.
Before his Nascent Soul could even react, the energy slammed into it with brute force!
In the next second, an agonizing, heart-wrenching pain suddenly swept through his entire body.
“Ah—waah... it hurts so much! Third Elder... did I... take the wrong medicine? Quickly, save me!”
Mu Linsen’s veins bulged as he screamed, his face contorted in agony.
“No,” Huo Furong replied.
“This is the price of not wanting to personally cultivate. As long as you endure the pain for seven days and seven nights, you’ll be more or less finished!”
Huo Furong smiled as she watched Mu Linsen rolling on the ground in pain.
She added one more thing: “Little Wood, enjoy your advancement process!”
Mu Linsen didn't even hear her words clearly.
“Argh—!” A soul-shattering scream tore from his throat.
His body convulsed violently from the pain, and his consciousness began to blur.
Inside his dantian, his Nascent Soul was being bombarded by the violent spiritual energy, shattering inch by inch.
The extreme agony spread from his dantian to every corner of his body.
Every single meridian was being forcibly expanded, torn apart, and then brutally reshaped by the rampaging spiritual energy.
Mu Linsen’s screams echoed throughout the entire Qingshan Sect.
Diao San and the others rushed out, brandishing their golden bricks.
They had thought someone was attacking the Qingshan Sect.
Instead, they saw Mu Linsen covered in blood, screaming on the ground.
The Grand Elder watched from his lounger, and the Third Elder stood nearby, observing.
Diao San cautiously approached the Grand Elder.
“Grand Elder, what’s going on with Junior Brother Mu?”
“Oh! He didn't want to personally cultivate, so we found a method for him.”
Hearing the Grand Elder’s words and seeing Mu Linsen’s state, Diao San and the others were stunned.
They didn't know what to say.
To not want to personally cultivate—the kid was certainly a unique talent.
“Then how long will he have to suffer like this? He won't die, will he?” Diao San couldn't help but ask with concern.
“Seven days and seven nights! Don’t worry, he won't die.”
“But it looks like Junior Brother Mu is taking more breaths in than he's letting out. It looks like he’s about to kick the bucket!”
“Is that so? Let me see...”
Diao San was speechless. Why did this feel so unreliable?
The Grand Elder glanced at Mu Linsen’s miserable state and flicked his finger.
A streak of green light flew into Mu Linsen’s body.
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