Joint Report?! Taotie Douluo Wants a Side Gig as a Garbage Disposal Plant?!

Lin Qingmo excitedly rattled off his grandson's "achievements," so agitated that even his beard bounced.

"Carefree Qilin—now that title is being spread throughout all of Star Luo City and half the Heaven Dou Empire's borderlands! What do you call that?"

A white-haired elder stroked his beard and smiled. "That's called accidentally hitting the mark."

Another elder chimed in teasingly, "That's called Brother Qingmo having good genes. Didn't you also become famous during the Inner Court selection tournament with your 'Lying-Flat Sword Art'?"

With his old history exposed by a colleague, Lin Qingmo was not embarrassed in the slightest. Instead, he burst into laughter. "That was tactical recuperation! What Lying-Flat Sword Art?"

Standing nearby, Lin Ciyan listened to this group of old men, whose average age exceeded a hundred, exposing one another's embarrassing pasts. The corner of his lips curled upward slightly.

He dipped slightly and bowed to the elders, his movements casual yet respectful. "Honored elders, Grandfather, that's not quite right."

"This wasn't slacking off. It was called Relaxation Cultivation. At its core, it meant achieving the greatest results with the least expenditure through efficiency and conservation of effort... Yet from your mouth, it became muddling through and waiting to die."

Yan Shaozhe stroked his long beard beside them, the smile on his face deepening.

His little junior brother had been sharp-tongued since childhood, yet no one could ever find fault with what he said.

Those words were both humble and self-praising, and he had even casually elevated "slacking off" into "Relaxation Cultivation." His emotional intelligence was truly maxed out.

Fan Yu strode out quickly from behind Xian Lin'er and Qian Duoduo.

This iron-willed teacher from the Soul Guidance Department was usually stern and unsmiling, but his eyes were slightly red now.

With one hand on each of them, he