Hoo!
Hoo!
Hoo!
Another climb up the Heavenly Ladder.
Even with his good physique, Lu Changsheng still felt a great deal of resentment.
Especially when he reached the top floor and saw the smiling faces of the Great Luo Palace group.
This resentment deepened even more.
When I become the Sect Leader, I must change this rule.
Lu Changsheng thought to himself.
Then he walked towards the Great Luo Palace.
Lu Changsheng's steps were light, and his demeanor was surrounded by the Great Dao. Especially when wearing the Qingyun White Sun Kirin Robe, his handsome appearance and peerless youthfulness naturally made people feel good about him.
A group of Holy Land elders who had just been making noise were now, at this moment, smiling and looking very kind, with a demeanor of immortal grace.
"Nephew Changsheng!"
"Nephew Changsheng is here."
"Nephew Changsheng."
Everyone spoke up one after another, taking the initiative to greet him, with undisguised affection in their eyes, as if they were seeing their own disciple.
"A bunch of old geezers."
Qingyun Daoist cursed inwardly, but on the surface, it was even more impossible for him to lose his composure, especially in front of Lu Changsheng.
"Changsheng."
Qingyun Daoist called out.
"Greetings, Master!"
"Greetings, Uncles and Elders."
Lu Changsheng spoke with the demeanor of a saint, then bowed to everyone, his behavior even more refined and amiable.
He didn't know what had happened, but it seemed like they had something to ask of him.
"Changsheng, it's like this, your Uncles and Elders want to name you Number One Senior Brother of the World's Daoist Sects, what do you think?"
Qingyun Daoist said.
Number One Senior Brother of the World's Daoist Sects?
Lu Changsheng was slightly stunned. How did such a title come about again?
First, Eldest Senior Brother of the Great Luo, then Literary Saint, then Teacher of the Buddha's Disciple, and now Number One Senior Brother of the World's Daoist Sects?
Tomorrow, will a Great Sage of the Demon Race come? The day after, a True Demon of the Demon Race? And then a world rift appears, and I'm actually a Divine Son from Beyond the Realm?
Lu Changsheng felt that if he were in a game, he'd probably have a whole row of golden titles above his head.
But on the surface, Lu Changsheng still slowly said, "This disciple's cultivation is shallow, I'm afraid I can't take on the role."
Number One Senior Brother of the World's Daoist Sects?
It seemed pretty good, but Lu Changsheng also knew that the bigger the title, the bigger the responsibility. He didn't want to be any Eldest Senior Brother; wouldn't it be nice to cultivate as a slacker?
Of course, the most important thing was that his strength wasn't strong. He was purely relying on special effects to fool people. What if he was exposed one day?
Tsk tsk, that would be awkward.
However, as soon as Lu Changsheng said this, someone stood up and spoke.
"Nephew Changsheng, you must not underestimate yourself."
"Yes, yes, if you say your cultivation is shallow, then aren't our disciples just trash?"
"Changsheng, you are too modest. We understand, but this matter is our unanimous idea, so don't decline."
Everyone said, their enthusiasm hard to refuse.
After thinking about it carefully, Lu Changsheng looked at everyone.
Obviously, if he didn't agree, these people would probably chatter endlessly in his ear. After thinking about it, Lu Changsheng nodded slightly.
"Since you all think so highly of me, then Changsheng will accept it."
Anyway, it's just giving a title; one more or one less doesn't matter.
Lu Changsheng now just wants to refine pills in peace.
Through what has happened during this period, Lu Changsheng understands that he must have something he can show off, otherwise, if he relies on his appearance to fool people every time, wouldn't he become a pretty boy?
As soon as he said this, everyone was overjoyed.
"Good, then it's settled."
"Senior Brother Qingyun, Changsheng has already agreed, so don't say more."
"Good, good, good, this is a great happy event for my Daoist sect."
"Okay, then I'll go back and prepare for this matter, and wait for Changsheng to arrive."
"I'm also returning to the sect to make it more festive, so as not to lose face for my sect."
Everyone was happy.
But Lu Changsheng's face changed.
Wait for me to come?
Wait for me to come and do what?
Lu Changsheng was a little confused and couldn't help but look at Qingyun Daoist.
The latter gave Lu Changsheng a rather helpless look, but Qingyun Daoist thought about it carefully. The title of Number One Senior Brother of the World's Daoist Sects was indeed an unprecedented feat. In any case, Lu Changsheng was a disciple of his Great Luo Holy Land, and it wouldn't be bad to get this title for nothing.
So there was no obstacle, but after seeing Lu Changsheng's expression, Qingyun Daoist immediately explained.
"Changsheng, since you have agreed to become the Number One Senior Brother of the World's Daoist Sects, you must go down the mountain for a trip. In order to convince the cultivators of the Central Continent, you must personally make a trip, and then be conferred as the Number One Senior Brother of the World's Daoist Sects."
Qingyun Daoist said so.
Personally make a trip?
Go to the Great Holy Lands?
How dangerous is the outside world?
Let a Qi Training trash like me go for a trip?
Are you serious?
Lu Changsheng was completely dumbfounded. It's fine if others don't know what realm I am in, but Qingyun Daoist, as my master, is also joining in the nonsense?
Is he trying to send me to my death?
Although Lu Changsheng didn't know how dangerous the outside world was, he hadn't been reading novels for nothing all these years.
It is true that the righteous path is prosperous today, but danger is danger. Will the demons consider whether the righteous path is prosperous? Filling their stomachs is the key, right?
"Uh, esteemed Martial Uncles, recently Changsheng plans to cultivate with a concentrated mind, so it may not be convenient to travel far."
Lu Changsheng said, he didn't want to go down the mountain, for no other reason.
He was afraid of death.
That's all.
"Changsheng, you are already half-step ascension, why bother with secluded cultivation!"
"Changsheng, this Martial Uncle must say something to you, haste makes waste, you have reached this realm in three years, what is the point of secluded cultivation?"
"This trip will not take half a year, it will not delay your secluded cultivation."
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Alas, look at Changsheng's awareness, it is already so strong, and he is still thinking about secluded cultivation, and look at our disciples, with a little achievement, they can't wait for the world to know, ashamed, ashamed."
"Yes, if my disciple had half of Changsheng's awareness, I would die laughing."
Everyone praised without hesitation.
"How about this, without further ado, let's plan Changsheng's route in these two days, and give Changsheng a little more time, then let's start executing it."
In their opinion, the reason why Lu Changsheng was unwilling to go down the mountain was obviously because he was too modest, so everyone looked at him with approval.
Wang Liang spoke, which was regarded as finalizing the idea.
"Okay!"
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord."
"Good!"
"Good."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Esteemed Martial Uncles, I, Lu Changsheng, am not joking. I really want to cultivate in seclusion."
Lu Changsheng quickly spoke up. He really didn't want to go down the mountain. With his level of skill, going down the mountain was equivalent to courting death. It was so dangerous outside; he just wanted to hide at home and be a slacker.
"Changsheng, say no more. Excessive modesty is not a virtue."
"Modesty, modesty! You're just being modest."
"Changsheng, this matter is really not up to you. We've already decided, and your master has agreed. It's settled."
Without allowing Lu Changsheng to explain, everyone directly confirmed the plan, then bid farewell to Qingyun Daoist one by one, leaving in high spirits.
Leaving behind a bewildered Lu Changsheng.
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