On the cloud boat of Pengshan Gate, the paper figure Wu Er moved and stepped out of his memories.
"Thinking about it now, so many years have passed..."
Looking at the flag beneath him, Wu Er couldn't help but sigh.
Han Qingxiu looked at Wu Er's behavior on the flag and felt puzzled, so she asked, "Master, what were you thinking just now?"
Wu Er plopped down on the gold edge of the flag, waving his short arms and saying, "It's nothing, just some old, unpleasant stuff."
"I see..."
Seeing that her master didn't talk much, Han Qingxiu didn't ask any further questions.
Wu Er then stepped off the flag and said to Han Qingxiu, "Put this flag away for now, and bring it to my room when you return to the mountain gate."
"Mm." Han Qingxiu responded, then rolled up the flag and put it into her storage bag.
After that, Wu Er guided Han Qingxiu in her cultivation, and then took the cloud boat to the next place to take on disciples.
The subsequent apprentice-acceptance process went relatively smoothly. Although some short-sighted cultivators caused trouble, there were no major problems overall.
After visiting several countries, the cloud boat was fully loaded.
Most of these newly accepted disciples are not particularly talented. The one with the best talent among them is Lao Dashu, that extremely old-looking young man.
After completing these steps, the cloud boat began its return journey, flying towards Pengshan Gate.
"Ah, finally finished."
Han Qingxiu plopped down on a chair in the luxurious private room of Yunzhou.
These past few days have really worn her out, because the team leaders who came along were all recovering from injuries, so Han Qingxiu has been in charge of everything along the way.
Han Qingxiu stretched her arms and said, "So being in charge is this tiring. You have to think about so many things all day long. It's better to just focus on your cultivation."
Wu Er, who was sitting at the table, said, "As the head of Pengshan Sect, I have to deal with so many things every day, and I don't even complain about being tired. You still lack experience."
"Huh?" Hearing her master's words, Han Qingxiu's face was full of disdain. She said, "Master, when have you ever handled sect affairs? Isn't it always Second Uncle who handles them?"
"Cough cough."
Wu Er felt somewhat embarrassed when his apprentice pointed out the truth.
However, out of pride, Wu Er still forced himself to say, "Hmph, that's just to train him. Back in the day, I was very diligent when handling affairs. I could handle most of the sect's affairs by myself!"
"Really?" Han Qingxiu was clearly still unconvinced.
Although she wasn't quite sure how tiring it was to handle sect affairs, she could tell from her second senior uncle's tired appearance that it was no easy task.
As for Wu Er's lazy demeanor... no one would believe that.
However, this only made Han Qingxiu even more curious.
Why did my master, a free spirit with no ambition, establish a sect in the first place?
Since she was curious, Han Qingxiu asked a question as well.
"Master, why did you establish Pengshan Sect in the first place?"
When Wu Er heard this question, he gave a vague answer: "It's similar to taking you as a disciple. It's an agreement with someone to change the cultivation world through Pengshan Sect."
After listening to Han Qingxiu, some of her doubts disappeared, but another set of doubts arose.
That is, with whom did my master make the agreement?
As Han Qingxiu thought about the pile of stone slabs buried under the loquat tree on Xiaoyuan Peak, her doubts grew.
What exactly did Wu Er experience back then?
......
The cloud boat flew normally and smoothly all the way.
We didn't encounter any sky pirates or any foolish little demons along the way.
As an aside, once Wu Er entered within a hundred miles of Pengshan Gate, the paper figure to which he had placed his divine consciousness spontaneously combusted, clearly indicating that Wu Er had withdrawn his divine presence.
The cloud boat landed at the main gate of Pengshan Sect, and Han Qingxiu also disembarked. As for the newly recruited disciples on the cloud boat, she didn't need to make any arrangements.
With Xiao Mingmu around, there's no need for anyone else to arrange these things.
Han Qingxiu then rode a cloud and flew towards Xiaoyuan Peak, remembering that she needed to deliver the Demon Saint Battle Flag to her master.
"Master, your disciple has returned."
Han Qingxiu arrived at Xiaoyuan Peak, stood in front of Wu Er's small wooden house, and called out to the inside.
She actually tried to push the door open to herself, but the quality of Wu Er's wooden house was simply too high; without a Nascent Soul cultivation level, one couldn't even push the door open.
So Han Qingxiu had no choice but to call out first and then have Wu Er open the door.
"They flew back from a hundred miles away so quickly?"
Wu Er's voice came from inside the wooden house.
After Wu Er's voice, another voice came from inside the house: "Benefactor, who's outside?"
Is someone still inside?
Han Qingxiu was puzzled. Usually, no one else would visit this wooden house except for a few of her senior uncles.
The voice Han Qingxiu had just heard sounded very unfamiliar; it was unlike the voices of her several senior uncles.
It sounds like a young boy's voice. Who is this person?
Just as Han Qingxiu was wondering, the wooden door creaked open.
You can see two people in the wooden house, one sitting on the only chair in the house, and the other standing to the side.
The person sitting in the chair, needless to say, is Wu Er.
And the person standing next to him... no, that's not a human, that's a demon!
Then, Gou Weichao, sporting a pair of wolf ears, stood beside Wu Er, looking at Han Qingxiu with a curious expression.
"My benefactor, is this your apprentice?"
Gou Weichao pointed at Han Qingxiu and asked.
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