A Lengthy and Dull Promotion Ceremony

The next day, before the sun had even risen, Hao Shuai got up.

But this time, he wasn't getting up to cultivate. He wanted to watch the sunrise.

"Chief Senior Brother."

"Chief Senior Brother."

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As Hao Shuai made his way toward the highest point on Mount Maoshan, he encountered wave after wave of young disciples and novice Daoists along the way.

He hadn't expected word of his promotion to Chief Senior Disciple to spread across all of Mount Maoshan in just one night. It left the usually low-key and reserved Hao Shuai rather troubled.

All he could do was greet the disciples and novice Daoists with a smile, making sure he appeared refined, mild-mannered, and unassuming.

There was no helping it. As a newcomer, Hao Shuai needed to establish a good image—not for his own sake, but for Uncle Jiu, the future True Master of the Sect.

When Hao Shuai reached the best viewing platform at the summit, he saw the Maoshan disciples sitting cross-legged, waiting to absorb the first wisp of purple energy at sunrise. He grumbled inwardly, "It's already the Age of Dharma's End. Do these disciples really need to be so competitive?!"

Well, what could he say?

A cultivation genius (cheat user) like Hao Shuai couldn't understand the hardships of ordinary disciples.

After finding a quiet spot and enjoying the sunrise over Mount Maoshan, Hao Shuai leisurely made his way to the dining hall.

After breakfast, following a novice Daoist's directions, Hao Shuai arrived outside the Scripture Repository on the back mountain. The two disciples guarding it saw him and hurriedly saluted.

"Chief Senior Brother."

"Chief Senior Brother."

Hao Shuai returned their salutes, then smiled. "I'd like to go in and look at the spell books."

"Please come in, Senior Brother. The True Master of the