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Dad, It Has Nothing to Do with Me! New book, please collect

"Have you heard? All those second-generation disciples with connections in our Great Luo have been sent to the main peak to cultivate."

"We already knew that. Eldest Senior Brother descended like a Fallen Immortal, blessed with extraordinary talent and intelligence. A few days ago, a single sentence from him turned Li Zheng into a Heaven and Earth Great Confucian. Tell me, who wouldn't want to cultivate under Eldest Senior Brother?"

"Yeah, yeah. Too bad I don't have the chance. If I did, I'd definitely let Eldest Senior Brother see my Innocent Heart. Slurp!"

"That's not what I mean. Do you know what tasks Eldest Senior Brother assigned those second-generation disciples after they entered the main peak?"

"What tasks?"

"Go on, tell us."

"Can't you just say it all in one breath? Do you have to drag it out bit by bit?"

Throughout the Great Luo Holy Land, voices rose one after another as the disciples whispered among themselves, discussing the amusing happenings of late.

"Eldest Senior Brother had some of them go ring the bell. They have to ring it three times every day—morning, noon, and night—and he won't teach them Dao techniques until the bell rings by itself."

"He also made one senior brother wipe down the great hall, inside and out. He can only use one bucket of water. Only when he has cleaned it spotless and the water in the bucket is crystal clear will Eldest Senior Brother teach him Dao techniques."

"The most outrageous one is a poor unlucky senior brother. He was told to sweep the ground and clear away every fallen leaf before sunset. He's not allowed to use spiritual power. That's simply impossible! The leaves keep falling on their own—once you finish sweeping here, new fallen leaves appear somewhere else."

"Do you think they offended Eldest Senior Brother, and he's deliberately punishing them now?"

Thus speculated an informed disciple who preferred not to reveal his name.

"Impossible. Eldest Senior Brother is upright and righteous, with compassion in his heart. How could he be such a petty, narrow-minded man?"

"Right, right, right. Eldest Senior Brother couldn't possibly be that kind of person."

"I think it's a test. To put it bluntly, Eldest Senior Brother is the Child of the Heavenly Dao. Not just anyone can learn Dao techniques from him."

"Mm, I think you're right. Who is Eldest Senior Brother? How could he possibly be such a petty, narrow-minded man?"

"That's right. I think this test is filled with great wisdom. This is what a true master is like."

"Let's not be frogs at the bottom of a well. Eldest Senior Brother must have his reasons for doing this. Ah, how I wish I could follow Eldest Senior Brother. He recites scriptures, I eat. He cultivates techniques, I eat. He stands on the cliff admiring the sunset, and I admire it from behind him while eating."

"Shut up, you rice bucket."

The disciples discussed it among themselves.

And Lu Changsheng's bizarre behavior soon reached the ears of the higher-ups.

Talismans Hall.

Qin Ming sat at home with a determined expression, saying indignantly, "Dad, I went there to cultivate Dao techniques, not to be a cook! Eldest Senior Brother wants me to cook every day, and he demands that no dish be repeated within a year. He also wants more chili and less salt. I'm not doing it!"

Qin Ming was utterly helpless. A few days ago, he had been assigned to the main peak to follow Lu Changsheng, and at first, he had been overjoyed.

But the moment Lu Changsheng gave him this task, Qin Ming was completely dumbfounded.

Being made to eat was no problem. He could even accept eating an extra bowl. But being made into a cook? That was simply suffering for nothing.

Which of these second-generation disciples had ever done hard labor in their daily lives? They had always stretched out their hands for clothes and opened their mouths for food. Naturally, the moment they heard they had to do hard work, they were unwilling.

At this moment.

Qin Hai, the Hall Master of Talismans Hall, could not help frowning as well.

He had no issue with Lu Changsheng making his son suffer a little; in fact, he approved of it. But what was the meaning of making him a cook?

Was the Great Luo Holy Land short on cooks? He could casually grab any menial disciple, and it would be no problem.

"Could he really be deliberately making things difficult for him?"

Qin Hai pondered for a moment, then rose and said, "Wait here for a while. I'll go see the Sect Leader."

With that, Qin Hai mounted his flying sword and departed.

At the same time.

Inside Great Luo Palace.

Qingyun Daoist frowned as he looked at the fellow senior brothers who had gathered once again.

"Senior Brother Sect Leader, if you had my child go to the Demon Beast Forest for some training, I would have no complaints even if he had to suffer or got injured. But what does it mean to make him play a beggar?"

"Yes, yes. My son may be dull in aptitude, but he is still someone of note in the Great Luo Holy Land. Yet Changsheng actually arranged for my son to copy every scripture in the Great Luo Scripture Pavilion one hundred times. Sect Leader, do you even know how many scriptures are in that pavilion?"

Voices rose one after another, leaving Qingyun Daoist somewhat vexed and distracted.

But as the Sect Leader, he naturally could not fly into a rage over such a matter.

After thinking it over, Qingyun Daoist still could not figure out Lu Changsheng's intention in arranging such tasks.

At once, Qingyun Daoist said, "Summon Changsheng to Great Luo Palace."

He was confused too, and helpless as well. He could only ask Lu Changsheng to come and explain himself.

One Incense Stick's Time later.

Lu Changsheng arrived in the great hall.

He was still so peerlessly transcendent, still as immortal as ever, like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting.

"Changsheng greets Master and all Martial Uncles."

Upon arriving in the main hall, Lu Changsheng first cupped his hands in salute, then looked at everyone present.

He understood why he had suddenly been summoned here.

So he had already prepared a response.

The moment they saw Lu Changsheng, everyone revealed smiles. Each of them appeared exceedingly amiable, utterly devoid of their previous anxiety, looking every bit like immortal sages with Daoist bones.

Seeing the performance put on by his fellow martial brothers, Qingyun Daoist felt nothing but contempt, though his expression remained perfectly calm.

"Changsheng, I summoned you here because I wish to ask why you arranged such strange and peculiar tasks for the disciples of your main peak to carry out."

Before everyone, Qingyun Daoist directly questioned Lu Changsheng.

Sure enough.

Lu Changsheng had guessed correctly. He remained calm, glanced at the martial uncles and elders within the hall, then spoke.

"Martial uncles and elders, Changsheng understands that all of you wish for your children to become dragons. But the road of cultivation is long and vast—how could the great Dao of immortal arts be mastered in a day or a night?"

"Though the descendants of my martial uncles and elders are all quite gifted, precisely because they were born extraordinary, they have developed a certain pride. It is usually difficult to see, because it resides within their hearts."

"There are two purposes behind Changsheng's actions. One is to temper their character. As for the other, forgive Changsheng for being unable to reveal it. Otherwise, these actions would lose all meaning."

"Of course, if any martial uncle or elder's descendant feels that Changsheng's actions are meaningless, they may withdraw voluntarily. Changsheng will bear no resentment."

As for the second purpose, Lu Changsheng himself had no idea what it was. He had simply made it up; as long as it made him seem unfathomable, that was enough. After all, they did not believe the truth, so he might as well keep fabricating to the end.

More importantly, he had never wanted so many people following at his side in the first place. The more people there were, the easier it would be for many things to be exposed.

For example, the secret that he was not only handsome, but also immensely talented.

Sure enough, after hearing Lu Changsheng's words, everyone suddenly came to a realization.

Then they hurriedly spoke up.

"Not at all, not at all. Martial Nephew Changsheng, do not think such things."

"Yes, yes, yes. We were too abrupt."

"When my son returned, he kept saying that Martial Nephew Changsheng possessed unparalleled wisdom. How could we possibly harbor such thoughts?"

Qingyun Daoist stroked his beard as well. "Worthy indeed of being the disciple I taught. Since that is the case, then there is nothing more to discuss. Changsheng, rest well. In a few days, something major may happen."

Qingyun Daoist said this while forcibly leaving behind a hint of suspense, making himself appear unfathomable. However, Lu Changsheng did not press further. After saluting, he left Great Luo Palace.

After Lu Changsheng departed.

Qingyun Daoist immediately fixed the people present with a cold stare.

In an instant, the hall fell utterly silent.

No one dared to speak. They lowered their heads and remained silent, completely stripped of their earlier arrogance.

"All of you combined are nearly a hundred thousand years old, yet you behave like three-year-old children. The moment you encounter the slightest matter, you rush about in a panic. Now you know, don't you? Now you understand, don't you? You have truly disgraced me."

Seizing the opportunity.

Qingyun Daoist began spewing venom, lecturing his ordinarily overbearing martial brothers without end.

And since this group knew they were in the wrong, they could only grit their teeth and endure the scolding.

An hour later.

Qingyun Daoist walked out of Great Luo Palace feeling incomparably refreshed.

Meanwhile, the upper echelon of Great Luo Palace left the main hall one by one with dark faces.

Qin Hai rode his flying sword.

And returned to Talismans Hall.

Qin Ming, who had been waiting all along, was delighted upon seeing his father return.

But before he could even speak.

In an instant, Qin Hai's slap came flying over.

"You unfilial son!"

Qin Hai was furious beyond measure. After being scolded by Qingyun Daoist for over an hour, he had been holding in a bellyful of rage. Most, most, most, most, most importantly, he had even lost face before his own martial nephew. How could Qin Hai possibly endure that?

"Father! What are you doing?!"

"You still have the nerve to ask? You spend all day doing nothing useful, relying on Your Father to run around causing trouble, borrowing the tiger's might through the fox, and you cannot even accept doing a little hard labor. What right do you have to call me Father?"

Smack!

Qin Hai slapped him again.

"Father, I've been wronged! How have I been doing nothing useful?"

Qin Ming truly felt wronged. He had merely hoped his father would go put in a good word for him, so he could switch to an easier task. How had that become doing nothing useful? How had it become committing all manner of evil?

"You still dare talk back?"

Smack!

Another slap.

"Father." Qin Ming was truly about to vomit blood.

"And you still have the nerve to call me Father?"

Smack!

Qin Hai slapped him again.

"If I don't call you Father, what should I call you? Don't tell me you want to call me Father?"

Qin Ming shouted in utter grievance.

"What? You want me to be your son? You run wild and commit every evil on ordinary days, and now you dare to be this brazen? How did I give birth to such an unfilial son?"

Smack!

Qin Hai grew even angrier.

"Father, you're being unreasonable!"

Qin Ming burst into tears and turned to flee.

"You still dare to run? See if I don't beat you to death today!"

Qin Hai chased after him.

Qin Ming fled like a madman.

Yet very quickly, Qin Ming discovered more than a dozen familiar figures in the sky above, all clutching their faces as they ran and wept.

"Father! Listen to me!"

Qin Ming roared.

"I won't listen! I won't listen! Today, I'll let you know what a strict father is!"

Qin Hai had nearly lost his mind. With his heart full of rage, he had found the perfect chance to vent it.

Then, not far away, an even more miserable cry rang out.

It was Liu Qingfeng's voice.

"Father! This has nothing to do with me! Why are you hitting me?"

The crying continued.

Countless Great Luo disciples watched, trembling with fear, with no idea what was happening.