The Sect Master Succession Ceremony in Three Days

Chen Changqing opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He had to admit that Daoist Wuzhen had a point.

Mount Shu was a cultivation sect, and the rules of the Cultivation World ultimately came down to one word—strength. If you were strong enough, every voice of doubt would shut up.

But a thorn still lodged in his heart.

"Grandmaster." Chen Changqing weighed his words for a moment before speaking earnestly. "My cultivation is still shallow, and I lack experience. I fear I'm not yet ready for the great responsibility of leading Mount Shu."

His words were sincere, without a trace of false modesty.

He really wasn't ready.

It had only been a few years at most since he'd transmigrated to this world. Going from an explorer in Shennongjia to the Mount Shu Holy Son was already absurd enough, and now they wanted him to become Sect Master outright? Take too big a stride, and you could pull your balls.

Daoist Wuzhen looked at him, a flicker of approval passing through his clouded old eyes.

"The fact that you can say that proves I wasn't wrong about you."

He set down his teacup and leaned forward slightly.

"Of course I've considered your situation. So—"

Daoist Wuzhen turned to look at Daoist Chen Yuan, who had been standing silently beside them.

"In three days, the sect will formally announce Chen Changqing as the next Sect Master of Mount Shu."

Daoist Chen Yuan nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.

Daoist Wuzhen changed tack.

"However, until Changqing's cultivation and experience are sufficient for him to stand on his own, you, Chen Yuan, will act as Sect Master in his stead. All sect affairs will remain in your hands."

Daoist Chen Yuan's expression froze.

The corner of his mouth twitched, then twitched again.

Chen Changqing keenly