"Come to think of it, I haven't been in charge of a disciple-recruiting conference yet. It was really hectic as the head for the first time. Fortunately, you came back early." Shen Qingmang said.
"Master, is there anything you don't understand? Feel free to ask me."
"I'm not sure about a lot of things. I'm really feeling sorry for you more and more now. You shouldered so much responsibility alone in your previous life."
Gu Suihan's face turned even redder at what she said. "Not really. The elders helped me a lot. Perhaps out of guilt, they were all very dedicated."
"Ha, that's right. I fell into a trap. When the sect was attacked, I couldn't even use half of my strength. I could only make up for it afterwards." Shen Qingmang chuckled. "Some people fled instead of fighting. I don't know how they can still be the elders."
"Hmm? Who is Master talking about?" Gu Sui Han asked in confusion.
"Master Li Su. Didn't he slip away when the Taichu Sect joined forces to meet the enemy?" Shen Qingmang said, "I was quite impressed when I read the book."
"The hermit elder is here to protect his daughter's grave."
"Huh?" Now it was Shen Qingmang's turn to look puzzled. "What's going on?"
"The situation was complicated at the time. The enemy attacked our mountain gate from several directions. One of them came from behind the Wendao Peak and passed by the place where he buried his daughter. So he rushed there anxiously. It wasn't that he fled without a fight."
"That's actually the case." Shen Qingmang touched his nose. "I should have stopped provoking him so often. I thought this old man was a hypocritical hypocrite."
"Elder Lisu's words were harsh, Master, there's no need to tolerate him. If you really feel bad, why not just be a little nicer to him from now on?" Gu Suihan reached out and touched her furrowed brow. "Why worry about such a trivial matter?"
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Take a look at the formation points I set up to see if I missed any."
Shen Qingmang pulled him to the table, and the two of them discussed the affairs of the disciple-recruiting conference. They discussed from noon to dusk and sorted out all the problems they had encountered. Some could be solved immediately, while some still required time.
"Master, if you trust me, I can come and help you with the chores for the disciple-recruiting conference every day."
"That's perfect." Shen Qingmang patted his shoulder. "You're truly my good wife."
"Why does this word... sound weird?"
"I'm not blaming you, I'm praising you. You should also accept a few disciples at this disciple recruitment meeting. With your ability, you could have taught others long ago."
"Master, do you think that I, Peak Master Ren, am not willing to accept a disciple and cannot convince the public?"
"Well...if you think so, you do have this concern."
"Okay, then I will accept you as my disciple and not embarrass Master."
"Yeah." Shen Qingmang looked at him and smiled easily.
It’s good to be willing to accept a disciple. Once you accept a disciple, you will have a bond.
The next day, Si Rong and Hao Xin came to visit her. Si Rong came briskly with a rabbit in her arms.
"Master, please don't blame us for not coming yesterday. I saw that Senior Brother went straight to the Asking Dao Peak, so I knew that you two must have been reunited after such a long time, and there must be a lot of affection between us. How could we have the nerve to disturb you?"
"You are so smart." Shen Qingmang scratched Si Rong's nose.
"Master, why have you lost so much weight?" Hao Xin asked, "Is being the headmaster really that tiring?"
Si Rong then stepped back a few steps, looked at Shen Qingmang carefully, and exclaimed in amazement: "Master has really lost a lot of weight, as if a gust of wind could blow you away."
"Yes, being the head of the sect is tiring." Shen Qingmang sighed.
"Luckily, it's Senior Brother who will be the head of the sect in the future. We don't have to worry about this kind of thing." Si Rong said with a smile, "Those who are capable should do more work. Senior Brother should not be afraid of being tired."
"Don't just stand by and watch. Try to help him if you can," said Shen Qingmang.
"Of course not. Master, why do you say this as if Senior Brother will become the head of the sect tomorrow?"
Shen Qingmang laughed, and Si Rong quickly changed the subject. "Axin, it's been so long, why don't you say anything?"
"What?" Shen Qingmang looked at Hao Xin.
Hao Xin's expression was a little conflicted. "What's there to say... I didn't even win first place."
"Oh." Shen Qingmang suddenly realized. "So this is your harvest this time. Blame me, I forgot to ask."
"Although Asin didn't win the championship, he still got third place, which is a great honor for our Taichu sect. It's a pity that the eldest brother was promoted to the peak master and cannot participate in the competition, otherwise our results would be better." Si Rong said.
There are rules in the sect competition that the sect leader cannot participate in the competition. Although Gu Sui Han is only the head of Wuya Peak, the Taichu Sect is special. The head of the peak is also the sect leader. In other sects, he has the same seniority as the head of the sect.
Hao Xin rarely refuted, his voice a little low. "Yes, if Senior Brother were to take action, he would definitely win first place."
Shen Qingmang looked at his apprentice, who had shrivelled like a dehydrated cabbage, and consoled him, "Isn't it something to be thankful for that someone has surpassed you? It means you still have room for improvement. If you were already at the Golden Core stage and took first place, with no rivals in the world, wouldn't that be lonely and boring?"
Hao Xin suddenly understood. "Yeah, wouldn't it be even more boring if no one could beat me? I'll go back and practice, and defeat the second one first! Thank you for your guidance, Master!"
He ran off in a flash. Si Rong said with an apologetic smile, "Master, don't blame him for being rude. He's been competing too much lately, and his mind is full of these things."
"I know. When have I ever blamed you?" Shen Qingmang pinched her little face.
"Oh, right, Master." Si Rong looked around and lowered his voice, "That divine fortune teller from the Fangyuan Sect, Master Miaoxuan, bypassed my senior brother and came to me to ask me to bring you a message."
"Oh?" Shen Qingmang raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Just eight words. 'Life is like a dream, how much joy can one have?'"
When Shen Qingmang heard this, the smile on his face almost disappeared.
Li Shutong has such a cruel heart that he wants to stab her in the heart at this time.
"Master, what does this mean?" Si Rong asked.
"It's nothing. You don't have to remember it anymore, Arong."
"Oh, okay."
After Si Rong left, Shen Qingmang closed the door of the hall and relaxed. His appearance changed in an instant. If someone had seen the scene in the hall at this time, they would probably be scared to death.
Beneath the wide Taoist robe of the headmaster was a skeleton with some flesh hanging from it.
Shen Qingmang stood in front of the bronze mirror, staring at his own horrible appearance, unable to even utter a sigh.
The Taichu Sect's newly abundant spiritual energy was formed from her flesh and blood. High-ranking cultivators would absorb vast quantities of spiritual energy when ascending, but upon their demise, they would release a significant amount of spiritual energy, returning it to the heavens and earth.
From that day on, her survival became a heavy burden to the world. She lived with guilt every day, especially when she saw the monks' training becoming more difficult and her lover's exhaustion trying hard to hide.
She couldn't suddenly jump into the cliffless abyss again, as that would cause panic in the entire sect. She could only resort to this blunt knife method of cutting flesh, slowly consuming her life.
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