The banquet had been a great success, with both host and guests enjoying themselves. Huli had enjoyed it the most, followed by his gluttonous grandnephew and the few inner-sect disciples who had barely looked up to interact with the guests, keeping their heads down and eating enthusiastically the whole time.
"Ugh, I wanted these good-for-nothings to see a bit of the world, but every one of them looks like their eyes have been covered in medicinal grease." True Spirit Yuanling looked helplessly at his disciples and shook his head with the sigh of a doctoral supervisor who had been worn to the bone. "Once you've finished learning from me, you'll only be fit to become wandering quacks."
As he spoke, he waved his hand. "Go, go, go. Once you've eaten and drunk your fill, return to your rooms and study properly. I assigned you a batch of Soul Suppressing Pills, and half a month has passed without a single one of you managing to refine any. If there's still no progress this month, I'll make you scrub every Alchemy Furnace on Spirit Nurturing Peak!"
The young cultivators who had still been chatting among themselves immediately jolted, hurriedly saluted True Spirit Yuanling, then cupped their hands to Yu Sheng and the others. After that, they turned and flew into the mountains to complete the final assignments their master had given them.
True Spirit Yuanling shouted after them, "Don't forget to check the herb gardens you're responsible for in the rear mountain this evening! Several of you still haven't earned enough spirit-plant points this year!"
Yu Sheng watched with interest from the side and casually remarked, "You seem just like a university supervisor from The Crossroads, guiding students. You're nothing like the immortal sect grandmaster I imagined."
"Do you think my name