Senior Brother, I Refined It Successfully

The next day!

Two events shook the entire immortal cultivation world.

The first was that when Lu Changsheng of the Great Luo Holy Land was appointed Eldest Senior Brother, he expounded the true principles of a saint, stirring a resonance from the statue of the Literary Saint. Heavenly phenomena descended, the Literary Star trembled nine times, and he was hailed as the Literary Saint of the age. He even bestowed teachings upon Li Zheng, allowing Li Zheng to shed his mortal frame and become a Heaven and Earth Great Confucian.

This matter was like a boulder plunging into a placid lake, raising monstrous waves and sparking heated discussion throughout the immortal cultivation world.

Some said that with Lu Changsheng, the Great Luo Holy Land would lead the world in splendor for a hundred thousand years.

Some said that with Lu Changsheng, the righteous path could flourish for ten thousand years, for he was a child of heaven and earth.

The other matter also drew the attention of many.

At Little Thunderclap Temple in the Western Desert, Dharma Master Xuanxin, revered as the reincarnation of the Buddha, wished to spread the Buddhist Dharma and debate the Dao with Daoist sects across the world. In just one day, Dharma Master Xuanxin had visited the three great holy lands of Central Province and emerged victorious in every debate, causing a sensation throughout Central Province.

These two matters were currently the greatest events in the immortal cultivation world. Everyone was eagerly watching the spectacle unfold.

For everyone knew that since Dharma Master Xuanxin had come to Central Province, he would surely visit the Great Luo Holy Land. And by chance, the Great Luo Holy Land had produced a Literary Saint of the human race.

A clash between dragons and tigers would surely be extraordinarily thrilling.

One was the Literary Saint of the age, as well as a Fallen Immortal of the Daoist sects.

The other was the holy monk of the age, as well as the reincarnation of the Buddha.

Before this debate on the Dao had even been confirmed, it already possessed more than enough to talk about.

For this debate was not merely a simple debate. It was a Dao-Buddhist Dispute.

The stakes were immense, so naturally it drew the attention of the entire world.

For this reason, holy lands and famous great sects throughout the world had already set out for Great Luo, waiting for this clash between dragons and tigers.

At this very moment.

Great Luo Holy Land.

Great Luo Main Peak.

This was Lu Changsheng's new abode.

Yin and yang, the Eight Trigrams, surrounded it. Purple qi came from the east, while countless immortal cranes danced through the air, making the place seem like an immortal realm.

Now that he had been appointed Eldest Senior Brother.

Lu Changsheng's abode naturally had to be changed. Red Peak had merely been a temporary residence. If the dignified Eldest Senior Brother of Great Luo still lived on an ordinary mountain peak, he would likely become a laughingstock if word got out.

Outside the main hall, twenty or thirty disciples stood quietly at the entrance, waiting for Lu Changsheng.

These people were all second-generation disciples of the Great Luo Holy Land. Some were sons of the Sword Control Hall Master, some were sons of the Pill Hall Master, some were sons of the Moral Hall Master, while others were granddaughters of certain Supreme Elders.

In short, every one of them had an extraordinary background within the holy land.

Of course, no matter how extraordinary their backgrounds were, they could not compare to Lu Changsheng's.

Creak!

The doors of the main hall slowly opened.

At that moment, everyone raised their heads and turned their gazes toward the hall.

A ray of slanting sunlight fell.

Within the hall, Lu Changsheng looked somewhat languid, as though he had just awakened.

He swept his eyes over the second-generation disciples outside.

Lu Changsheng could not help letting out a slow sigh.

He felt rather troubled.

He was also a little curious what these people's elders would think if they knew he was merely at the Qi Refining realm.

"We pay our respects to Eldest Senior Brother."

As Liu Qingfeng's voice rang out, the other disciples immediately followed and shouted their greetings to Eldest Senior Brother.

Their etiquette was impeccable.

"No need for formalities."

Lu Changsheng spoke as he walked out of the main hall, then carefully examined them.

There were twenty-one in total: seven women and fourteen men.

After giving it some thought, Lu Changsheng said, "Since your various uncles and elders sent you here to cultivate Daoist arts under me, there are some things this senior brother must make clear first."

"Cultivation cannot be rushed. Haste makes waste. Thus, this senior brother will not teach you cultivation according to the traditional methods, but will use another approach instead. If you cannot accept it, you may withdraw on your own. If you can accept it, then listen to my arrangements in peace."

Lu Changsheng knew that every one of these people was among dragons and phoenixes. Their purpose in coming to the main peak was to cultivate the Dao and perhaps catch some of that so-called immortal aura.

But Lu Changsheng truly had no idea how to teach people immortality.

Over the past three years, Lu Changsheng had learned that aside from putting on a show, he possessed no other skills.

So he could only rely on his mouth to bluff his way through.

If they believed him, that would be best.

If they did not believe him, that was not bad either. He could send them away directly and enjoy some peace and quiet.

"We shall obey Eldest Senior Brother's decree."

The moment they heard that Lu Changsheng intended to use a different cultivation method, the disciples were immediately overjoyed.

Their daily cultivation was truly dry and tedious. Changing things up would not be bad at all.

"Since that is the case, this senior brother shall make the arrangements."

Lu Changsheng nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at the first disciple and slowly asked.

"This Junior Brother, how many years have you cultivated? What is your realm? What are you skilled at? Who is your father? How many fertile fields and wooden houses do you have?"

Lu Changsheng asked the first disciple in a calm tone.

"In reply to Eldest Senior Brother, this Junior Brother is Wang Ye. I have cultivated for twelve years and have reached Foundation Establishment Perfection. I am deeply ashamed. My father is Wang Zhong, the Hall Master of the Records Hall of the Great Luo Holy Land. I am skilled in saber techniques. As for how many fertile fields and wooden houses we possess, I do not know."

Wang Ye answered earnestly, except he did not know how many fertile fields and wooden houses there were.

"Very well. Go to Qiong Mountain every day and chop one hundred jin of firewood. You must walk there and walk back. You may not use any Daoist arts along the way. Continue until you can chop five hundred jin of dry firewood in a day and return with it. Then this senior brother will teach you Daoist arts."

Lu Changsheng spoke, setting a small goal for him.

"Huh? Senior Brother, I said I am skilled in saber techniques, and you want me to chop firewood? Isn't that inappropriate?"

Wang Ye was dumbfounded this time.

Was chopping firewood not work for menial disciples? How had it become his turn?

"If you are unwilling, you may leave."

Lu Changsheng was very calm, yet he exuded an unfathomable air.

In an instant, Wang Ye cowered and immediately forced a smile. "No, no. How could this Junior Brother possibly be unwilling? I was merely startled for a moment."

Though he was unwilling in his heart, Lu Changsheng was now renowned throughout the world, the Literary Saint of the human race. His cultivation was unfathomable; perhaps he had already comprehended the grand realm of immortals. How could Wang Ye possibly object?

"Next!"

Lu Changsheng spoke directly.

"In reply to Eldest Senior Brother, this Junior Brother is Zhang He. I have cultivated for fourteen years and am already at the early Core Formation realm. My father is Zhang Ning, the Hall Master of the Punishment Hall of the Great Luo Holy Land. I am skilled in tracking and patrols. Our household has no fertile fields or wooden houses."

Zhang He answered.

"Mm. Go wait at the mountainside every day at Yin Time. Whenever anyone comes to visit, you must record their detailed information. When a total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine visitors have arrived, I will teach you Daoist arts. Remember, you must not publicize this, nor may you call upon friends and associates. Let everything take its natural course."

Lu Changsheng assigned him another task.

"Huh? Senior Brother, are you making me guard the gate?"

Zhang He looked at Lu Changsheng with some grievance.

He had come to learn Daoist arts, so how had he somehow become a gatekeeper?

"You do not have to learn."

Lu Changsheng replied with four words, and Zhang He immediately fell silent.

"You, sweep every leaf outside the main hall clean each day. You may not use spiritual power. Sweep inside and out. When there is not a single fallen leaf outside the hall before sunset, I will teach you Daoist arts."

"You, may only use one bucket of water each day to wipe the main hall clean inside and out. Not a speck of dust may remain in the hall. When you finish wiping it down and the water is still clear, I will teach you Daoist arts."

"You, go to the town outside the Great Luo Holy Land each day and perform one good deed. Do not force it, do not leave your name, and do not use any connections or spiritual power. When someone discovers what you have done, I will teach you Daoist arts."

"You, conceal your identity and enter the world of menial disciples. You may not rely on any influence or spiritual power. When you advance into the Inner Sect, I will teach you Daoist arts."

"You, strike the ancient bell once each morning, noon, and night. When the bell rings on its own, I will teach you Daoist arts!"

One after another, Lu Changsheng assigned numerous tasks to everyone.

Every task was strange. They seemed simple, yet were exceedingly difficult.

For example, sweeping every leaf around the main hall by oneself without using spiritual power, and having to finish before sunset—this was simply impossible.

Then there was using one bucket of water to wipe the main hall clean inside and out, leaving not a speck of dust within, while also ensuring the water in the bucket remained crystal clear. This was simply an impossible task.

The disciples were bewildered, but no one asked further questions.

Because asking meant questioning him, and questioning him meant going home.

Before they came, their elders had made it perfectly clear: if Lu Changsheng expelled them from the main peak, they need not return home.

After all, this opportunity was hard to come by.

And just then.

All of a sudden.

A voice rang out from below the mountainside.

"Senior Brother, I refined it successfully."

As the voice rang out, Lu Changsheng could not help but freeze.