In Full View of Everyone

The next day, Lu Xun got up early.

He cultivated several more times last night, and the pain had felt oddly satisfying.

His Experience Points had also risen to 606/500.

A grand ceremony would be held for him this morning. This was a rare event for the entire Demon Sect.

Logically, to celebrate Mr. Sir taking on a disciple, Mr. Sir and all the senior brothers and sisters from the Back Mountain Study should have been present.

But given Mr. Sir's temperament, he would not come. When he had taken in his previous disciples, he had never attended a single ceremony, and sometimes he had not even been on the mountain.

Mr. Sir had merely instructed Shen Yan to handle things as he saw fit.

Sure enough, despite having accepted a new disciple, Mr. Sir had no intention of returning to the mountain. He was still traveling through the mortal world.

So they would follow the rules, with the Sect Master and the Peak Lords organizing it.

In the entire Small Study, Mao Nanbei was the only one who enjoyed this sort of excitement.

That was why she, who usually loved sleeping in, had gotten up exceptionally early today.

Sometimes, Lu Xun wondered whether this little girl even needed to cultivate.

After getting up and washing, Lu Xun changed into the black robe symbolizing his status as the Little Martial Grand-Uncle of the Demon Sect for the first time.

It was merely a garment meant to symbolize status, yet it was actually a Magic Tool—a yellow-tier item.

The moment Lu Xun glanced at it, its information appeared:

"A robe made from precious materials that provides no attributes whatsoever."

Simply put, this was... a luxury item?

Lu Xun had already been handsome to begin with. Draped in this black outer robe, he was like icing on the cake.

After all, good-looking people looked good even in burlap sacks, while some people could make trendy brands look like street-stall goods.

When he stepped out of the room, Mao Nanbei, who was lying sprawled across a large chair, looked at him and said, "Tsk, tsk. You should have become my pretty mount back then."

Lu Xun ignored her. She was just a little loli, yet all she thought about all day was riding, riding, riding.

If I could beat you, I'd flick your forehead right now!

It was not time yet, so Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei were in no hurry to head to the Main Peak.

He glanced at Mao Nanbei and asked, "Fourth Senior Sister, did you give an admonition on stage during your ceremony?"

There was an onstage admonition segment during the ceremony. It was a bit like having Lu Xun go onstage and give a speech to all the disciples. It reminded him of titles from his school days like "City's Top Three Good Students" and "Outstanding Student Cadre."

"Of course I went onstage," Mao Nanbei said, raising her little chin.

"Oh? Then what did Fourth Senior Sister say?" Lu Xun asked curiously.

Mao Nanbei's pair of cat ears twitched slightly as she replied matter-of-factly, "Don't mess with me. I'll chop your head off with one swing!"

Lu Xun: "..."

He could already imagine the expressions of the disciples below the platform that day, as though they had eaten shit.

It was also that very day that the Law Enforcement Elder, Gongshu Pan, took notice of the little loli and realized she was no pushover.

"It's about time. Shall we go?" Mao Nanbei asked Lu Xun, sounding somewhat like an ancient prison guard speaking to a convict.

Lu Xun nodded, and the two of them boarded Mao Nanbei's Paper Crane.

If he relied on his "11th Route Bus" to go down the mountain and then back up again, it would be rather exhausting.

The ceremony was being held at the Demon Sect's First Peak, and everyone who was supposed to attend had arrived.

The disciples all wanted a good look at whether this newly arrived Little Martial Grand-Uncle was truly as handsome as the rumors claimed. They also wanted to see whether this young elder, who had leapt off a cliff on a whim and somehow genuinely survived, possessed anything special.

The Paper Crane flew through the air. They were not far from the First Peak now, and Lu Xun could vaguely make out the Demon Sect disciples below.

To be fair, the Demon Sect could not compare with the four major righteous sects in terms of disciple numbers, but there were still quite a few people.

The Paper Crane landed, and everyone's gaze focused on Lu Xun at once.

Lu Xun remained perfectly composed. If they wanted to look, then he would let them look. He was not Wei Jie from ancient records; he would not be stared to death.

On the contrary, he was also observing the disciples around him.

Especially the female disciples whose gazes met his. Quite a few of them actually blushed.

"The Little Martial Grand-Uncle is even more handsome than the rumors said!"

But the Demon Sect's atmosphere was rather uninhibited. Though the female disciples were slightly shy, they continued staring at him with reddened faces, as if every extra glance was a profit.

Lu Xun had grown somewhat accustomed to such looks, but why were some of the male disciples blushing too!?

Mao Nanbei was mischievous. She deliberately did not land the Paper Crane directly on the high platform. After tossing Lu Xun down, she flew up herself.

Lu Xun could not fly yet, so he had to pass through all the disciples and walk over.

This worked out nicely. As he walked, the crowd automatically opened up a path, and everyone beside it said in unison, "Greetings, Little Martial Grand-Uncle!"

Their voices were like rolling thunder, resounding through the heavens!

Lu Xun searched the crowd for Ji Li and only spotted her after some effort, desperately standing on tiptoe.

Lu Xun gave her a faint smile. As a result, every female disciple in that area blushed, their gazes becoming almost tender enough to drip water.

After passing through the Outer Sect Disciples and sect stewards, there were far fewer Inner Sect Disciples within.

Among them, Murong Yan was the most conspicuous.

Every one of these Inner Sect Disciples had cultivation far beyond Lu Xun's. If placed in the mortal world, each of them would be worthy of being called an immortal master.

None of the idiotic scenarios described in novels occurred. Though they were all favored geniuses, and though Lu Xun's cultivation was currently so low, every Inner Sect Disciple still respectfully said, "We pay respects to Little Martial Grand-Uncle!"

If someone did not even understand courtesy or possess basic manners, why would a great sect cultivate them into core disciples? Were they not afraid such people would cause some disaster?

The Demon Sect was indeed famous for being arrogant, overbearing, and unconstrained by taboos toward outsiders, but rules were still observed within the sect.

Moreover, respecting Lu Xun meant respecting Mr. Sir. Even if he never improved for the rest of his life and remained a mortal forever, Demon Sect Disciples would still willingly address him as Little Martial Grand-Uncle and would not find it embarrassing in the slightest.

—All Demon Sect Disciples took pride in Mr. Sir.

As Lu Xun continued upward, he reached the Elders and Peak Lords. Of course, there was also the Sect Master, Shen Yan, standing at the center of the crowd and practically glowing.

Everyone hurried forward and said, "Greetings, Little Martial Uncle!"

Only Mao Nanbei, who had teased Lu Xun, stood smiling at the side. She even stuck out her tongue at him, only barely stopping short of going, "Nyaah, nyaah, nyaah!"

"You little loli!" Lu Xun thought. "You're abusing your power just because you're cute!"

Yet what surprised him was that he had merely walked through the crowd once. Why had the sect's Reputation Points... increased!?

The Reputation Points began rising gradually from 900. The rate was not especially fast, but it was definitely not slow either!

He had clearly done nothing just now. He had merely shown his face publicly for the first time...

Still, at this rate, he remained quite far from 2,000 Reputation Points.

After the entire process was complete, the final step was for Lu Xun to go onstage and admonish the Demon Sect Disciples.

After stepping onto the high platform, everyone listened attentively, yet he did not say a single word.

A gentle smile rested on his face as he swept his gaze across the audience.

Every adorable junior present was regarded by him as a Reputation Points harvester.

Lu Xun had always treated everyone equally, viewing them all as Tool Persons.

He stood atop the platform as the breeze brushed past him and lifted the hem of his robe. His bearing was exceedingly calm.

His smile was warm like sunlight, and because he was far too handsome, he appeared exceptionally refined.

He still said nothing. He merely smiled.

Then, in full view of everyone, Lu Xun silently tapped...

—Level up.