After their conversation, Wu Er returned to Pengshan Gate.

After this trip, the overall condition of the sect has changed a lot.

Well... the original Pengshan Gate looked somewhat like a university, but now it resembles a military base.

The saying "a sentry tower every three steps, a pass every five steps" perfectly describes this scene.

Although there are some exaggerated elements involved, it is also extremely meticulous.

The array, which had been covered in dust for a long time, was reopened, and some unused wartime magical artifacts were brought out.

In just a few days, the entire sect had become a fortress that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Even some disciples who suddenly received the mission were caught off guard and didn't know what major event had happened recently that would cause this sect, which had an immortal in charge, to react in this way, but they still followed the orders.

Wu Er was fairly satisfied with this.

We've raised so many people, isn't that what they're used for?

Even if some resources are embezzled in the process, this can be considered normal consumption. After all, how many people are not tempted by profit?

Sometimes, embezzlement can't even be called embezzlement; it can only be called waste.

After all, if you want someone to do something, you have to pay them. And embezzled money is always more valuable than the original salary. No matter how much the salary is, people will still be greedy for money.

After passing through layers of guards, Wu Er found Xiao Mingmu, who had moved to the main hall of Tian Shu.

In special circumstances, Xiao Mingmu no longer hides in the side hall, but sits in the main hall, which greatly boosts the morale of the entire sect.

"Senior brother is back."

At this moment, Xiao Mingmu was not working, but sitting upright to the side.

Wu Er nodded, and seeing that Xiao Mingmu was not working, he said, "I'm not used to seeing that there are no files or bamboo slips in front of you."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mingmu gave a wry smile. "Senior brother, what do you mean? You're making me work during such a busy time. Do you want me to die of liver disease in the palace?"

"You're immune to liver disease." Wu Er shook his head. "By the way, who did you delegate your official duties to? I remember the sect has so many official duties; if they weren't dealt with for a day, the sect would be paralyzed, right?"

Thinking about the amount of official business they had met in the previous few meetings, Wu Er figured that Xiao Mingmu must have delegated it to someone else.

"Senior brother, you're overthinking it. I wouldn't dare delegate official duties to others," Xiao Mingmu explained. "I usually have a lot of official duties because my subordinates are always busy with trivial matters. They're always making sarcastic remarks, reporting on others, forming cliques to gain benefits, and doing things that don't even exist. A few days ago, when I saw that things weren't going well, I put away all my usual little schemes."

In that case, Wu Er understood. When things are quiet and comfortable, people tend to cause trouble, but now that important matters have arisen, there's no need for idle chatter.

Humans are such strange, self-contradictory creatures.

Wu Er asked again, "By the way, where are the others? Why didn't they come?"

The "other people" here doesn't refer to any particular group, but rather to his other junior brothers and sisters.

Xiao Mingmu understood immediately and chuckled, saying, "I've already made all the arrangements. I'll be in charge of the sect, and they've gone out to oversee things."

Wu Er then asked again, "Did you arrange for Ning Yan to go out as well?"

He hadn't expected his second junior brother to be so powerful, actually managing to arrange all these things directly.

"With your name as my senior brother, everything is negotiable."

Xiao Mingmu complimented Wu Er again.

The two then chatted for a few more minutes, discussing various matters, both big and small.

Later, Wu Er, who had just returned to the sect, became restless again.

There's no way around it; when you're anxious, your body naturally won't be at peace either.

Suddenly, someone outside said, "Sect Leader, strange things are happening in many places!"

Upon hearing this news, Wu Er, who was already anxious, immediately stood up and asked, "What strange thing? Tell me!"

Because he was angry, he raised his voice, which startled the cultivator who had come from outside.

The cultivator who came to deliver the message suppressed his fear and bowed respectfully, saying, "Madness! For some reason, some cultivators in the camps have gone mad, unable to distinguish friend from foe!"

Upon hearing the word "madness," Wu Er immediately clenched his fists.

The cracking sound of bones echoed, particularly jarring in the empty hall.

The cultivator who came to deliver the message was frightened. Although they were all cultivators of the Pengshan Sect, they were not cowards.

But even a slight anger from Wu Er is enough to send chills down one's spine.

The monk stood there, speechless.

"Which places are they?" Wu Er asked quickly, his voice rising in pitch.

The sound startled the cultivator, who immediately lowered his head, no longer daring to look at his sect leader. He then spoke several place names in an extremely respectful voice.

Having obtained the place name, Wu Er ignored the trembling cultivators in the hall and walked straight out of the hall alone.

Although Xiao Mingmu had made arrangements, he still couldn't persuade the unwilling Wu Er.

The usually calm and serene leader of Pengshan Sect was somewhat out of control today.

No, to be precise, things got a bit out of control during this period.

Strange events and old stories come one after another, stirring up the heart of someone who harbors deep resentment towards the past.

While flying in the sky, Wu Er kept his brows furrowed.

Madness!

The disease originally spread among the demons of the northern frontier, and now it is spreading among the human race.

Is this a big deal, or a bad one?

Why did Wu Er know this was a bad thing?

Because he went through the same process, exactly the same as it did hundreds of years ago!

Last time, they forced a demon saint to his death. What are they planning to do this time?

He lost control of his emotions several times along the way.

Wu Er's figure accelerated continuously, and the clouds were scattered by his movement.

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