Qiankun Academy.
Fan Li arrived at the elegant courtyard with several lecturers. "Vice Mountain Master Yu, was it you who ordered the Demon-slaying Bureau’s Vice Generals to temporarily take charge of the sixteen subordinate counties?"
"Uh."
Yu Sheng’s eyes darted around. "That’s right. Is there a problem?"
"No, not at all."
The lecturers hurriedly waved their hands in dismissal. "We were just marveling at your god-like foresight. You actually predicted that the group of Immortal Descendants would abandon the city and flee."
Fan Li’s face was filled with awe as he said, "I heard you were only ever in charge of a small city in the Border Region, but I never expected you to handle the Prefecture City’s affairs so deftly. It’s truly admirable."
The news that Master Lin had gone to Wuyang County and single-handedly scared off a group of demons had long since spread back to Anren Prefecture City.
He had once again shown everyone the true might of a Mountain Master.
Based on this feat alone, Master Lin could be called completely invincible among his peers below the Golden Core realm!
The disciple was so outstanding, and his Master had also revealed astonishing methods.
Not only had he anticipated the potential turmoil in the subordinate territories, but he had also used his status as an Immortal Descendant of the Yu Family to mobilize the Demon-slaying Bureau and stabilize the situation.
With just a slight display of their Divine Techniques, the master and disciple duo had temporarily pacified the most dangerous parts of Anren Prefecture.
In comparison, everyone couldn’t help but think of a certain other Vice Mountain Master.
After dragging things out for so long, the explanation he had promised back then had yet to materialize.
He just holed up in his courtyard all day, leaving everything for his disciples to handle.
When he finally did come out, it was to fight over a Mountain Master Disciple.
And he didn’t even win...
Fan Li quietly looked up.
He saw Senior Sister Yun, a noble Mountain Master Disciple, chopping vegetables while Vice Mountain Master Yu Sheng squatted beside her, shelling peas.
It was a bit strange, yet inexplicably harmonious, as if they were family.
Just by looking at this scene, no one would again question where this Vice Mountain Master truly belonged.
"Please, carry on. We will take our leave."
The lecturers bowed respectfully and departed.
Faced with this Vice Mountain Master—who, despite his somewhat childish appearance, was in fact meticulous and possessed considerable skill—everyone’s attitude had long since changed. They no longer merely feared his status while secretly treating him like a child.
This side of Vice Mountain Master Yu was merely a casual act born of confidence, a way of amusing himself in the mortal world.
When one had enough ability, one naturally didn’t need to rely on appearances to gain the recognition of others.
Anyone who took this scene at face value could only be described as a complete fool.
If even the disciple possessed such methods, one could easily imagine how terrifying the Master’s strength must be.
"Waaah! Lin Shu is getting more and more famous."
After everyone had left, Yu Sheng’s small face suddenly fell. "I’m still just a little chick," he whined.
’Single-handedly intimidating a group of demons... how domineering was that?’
’But the demons don’t even know who I am.’
"..."
Miss Yun wiped her hands on her clothes and gently ruffled the little one’s hair.
A yearning smile appeared on her face as she comforted him, "Hasn’t it always been this way?"
’Sure enough, whether in Black Water City or Anren Prefecture, Brother Lin is still the same person—someone who can stand on his own and command everyone’s trust.’
Leaving the Yu Family and coming to this small courtyard, Miss Yun suddenly felt like she had found that old feeling again.
Months ago, she had also been just like this, keeping Yu Sheng company in the courtyard, doing simple things, watching the dilapidated gate, and waiting for that figure to return.
"Hmph."
Yu Sheng pouted and continued shelling peas. "Is learning this useful? Will Lin Shu really like braised pork noodles? I still prefer a big pork knuckle."
"He will."
Miss Yun continued to chop the meat.
’That man, who seems to hold up the heavens, who is clearly so powerful that one can only look up to him in awe, is actually very insecure.’
’He always wants to have a firm grasp on everything around him, to protect everything he desires to shield.’
’It’s an exhausting way to live.’
’She was already cultivating diligently, but unfortunately, it had only been a short time, and she could hardly be of any use for now.’
’And outside of her cultivation...’
’A familiar bowl of braised pork noodles—the taste might not be special, but it’s the only thing I can offer Brother Lin right now.’
’That something is called peace of mind.’
’Only a place that can make him feel that sense of security can be called a home.’
"..."
In contrast to the warmth of the elegant courtyard, Qiankun Academy was currently buzzing with excitement.
Everyone was discussing Lin Shu’s deeds, but another name was also on their lips.
Also a Mountain Master Disciple, Senior Brother Lin had stepped forward and easily protected Wuyang County Town.
But Qian Yiru, who was even more famous, had not been heard from since moving into that luxurious courtyard.
He didn’t seem at all worried that his reputation would be overshadowed by the other Mountain Master Disciple.
Nor did he show any intention of helping Anren Prefecture.
Just as everyone was feeling bewildered, news suddenly broke.
Qian Yiru was waiting for someone: Lei Shouren, the Demon-slaying General of Anren Prefecture and a Mid-stage Golden Core expert.
He was inactive because he was conserving his strength.
This Mountain Master Disciple, who carried the blood debt of his Master, truly didn’t have his mind on Anren Prefecture.
The only thing he intended to do was slay the strongest cultivator in the vicinity, the Night Ghost Demon Monarch, and free up the Demon-slaying Bureau to prepare for the reconquest of Yongzhou Pass.
When he acted, he aimed directly for the strongest.
Such was the audacity of the Yu Family’s Mountain Master Disciple!
"Master, are we really not getting involved?"
Inside a quiet courtyard, several lecturers looked at the haggard middle-aged man before them. "If you render meritorious service in slaying demons, perhaps you can use the opportunity to clear your sullied name."
"Is there any need for that anymore?"
Yu Mingxuan faced the copper mirror, his hair disheveled.
He carefully combed through his long, uneven gray-and-white hair and tied it up with a plain cloth strip.
At the Martial Arts Academy today, he had already become a joke, and the rebukes sent by his clan had extinguished his last shred of hope.

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