The sharp rocks formed a dwelling, where an old man and a young boy were talking to each other, but the young man had an impatient look on his face.

"I have already secured the position of Medicine House steward for you. Please be at ease during this period."

The outer sect elder Jia Ping kept giving instructions. He knew this nephew very well. He was a spoiled brat who often got into trouble. He was already quite an adult, but he had only cultivated to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

To be honest, if it weren't for his dead sister, he really wouldn't want to care.

"The steward of the medicine house is great. He is very prestigious among the outer sects."

Luo Jiaoyuan murmured, unable to hide his excitement. The deacon of the medicine house dealt with alchemists, and all those who came in and out were noble people.

This position is worthy of him.

"Don't be happy too soon, because it may not happen to you."

Jia Ping felt a little tired. He just tried his best, but that didn't mean he could make all the decisions on the outer sect's affairs.

"Uncle, you have already taken action, and you have also contacted two deacons and written a letter of recommendation together. Isn't it a sure thing?"

Luo Jiaoyuan knew his uncle very well. From childhood to adulthood, he had always done his best to help his uncle.

In the outer sect, there is little chance that something an elder will lose if he tries his best to get it.

He has decided to be the steward of the pharmacy.

"There is no definite truth in the world. We should try our best, but we cannot expect any reward."

Jia Ping tirelessly reminded people that his nephew had grown up in a wrong way, and it was all because he was busy practicing, and the child had no one to teach him, so gradually he was flattered and became stupid.

His strength is only of some use within the outer sect, but it is useless beyond this limit.

Children always think that the mountains that provide them with protection are omnipotent.

“I know…I know…”

Luo Jiaoyuan said this perfunctorily and ran away.

"Where are you going!"

Jia Ping shouted from behind, who said that the steward of the medicine house didn't care about people's character? But at this time, making some noise would always be a hidden danger.

"Drink some wine and celebrate in advance."

Luo Jiaoyuan didn't care, waved his hand, and left without looking back.

Celebrating is a way to gain face, so of course you can’t do it alone.

Luo Jiaoyuan called a few of his friends and came to the dining room, where he ordered ten medicinal dishes and some spirit wine, and started drinking and cheering, making a lot of noise.

"Congratulations, Mr. Luo, on taking up the position of steward of the medicine house."

A few dandies surrounded Luo Jiaoyuan like a star-studded group of people, holding bronze wine cups in their hands, as if they were facing a really important figure, and they were quite respectful.

They did not try to hide their feelings, their voices were majestic, and the occasion was very grand.

"The butler of the medicine house."

In the dining room, the diners who were nearby heard the news and looked over, their faces and eyes revealing envy.

In the outer sect, this is definitely a noble position, and being selected represents a kind of strength in itself.

Luo Jiaoyuan saw these people's reactions and became more and more proud. He said, "Hahaha, I can get a medicine house steward with just a backhand."

He just felt that his life was so unhappy at this point, as all people and things revolved around him.

"That is, Luo Jiaoyuan...Mr. Luo, in the future you will not be a steward of the Medicine House, but an elder of the Medicine House."

After a glass of wine, the mood was high.

Several of the dandies also knew that Luo Jiaoyuan was not the kind of person who liked to be lonely, so now on such a praiseworthy matter, he had to publicize it vigorously.

They were very concerned and spread Luo Jiaoyuan's name to let the outer sect know that such a big shot had come.

"Mr. Luo, Luo Jiaoyuan, we will remember this."

The diners were not deaf and indeed wrote down the name. Later, when they drank together, they would talk about it as a payment.

"Yes, I have a bright future and will definitely be a high-ranking member of the outer sect."

With his uncle backing him up, his future will be bright. Even if his cultivation is a little inferior, he can still ride on the heads of many people.

It is precisely because of this ability to gain something without any effort that he sneers at diligent practice. Why should he endure hardship when he can take a shortcut?

Those who shout that love can make up for one's shortcomings are just mediocre people comforting themselves.

"Sir, this is bad..."

Just then, a servant came over and whispered something in the ear of one of the young men, who immediately changed his expression.

"Brother Qi, if there is anything, I will help you settle it."

Luo Jiaoyuan was at the peak of his career, feeling very proud and heroic. Looking at the unpleasant-looking "Mr. Qi", he was determined to fight for justice.

"I'm fine, it's you, Brother Luo, who's in trouble."

The corners of Qi's mouth twitched a few times before he spoke, but he directed his criticism at Luo Jiaoyuan.

"I?"

Luo Jiaoyuan's face was full of question marks.

"The candidate for the Medicine House Steward has been announced, and it's not you."

Qi whispered the news, but this place was after all the territory of immortal cultivators, and many people had very sensitive ears and heard it.

“…”

The scene suddenly became dead silent.

A few playboys were fidgeting, thinking of their previous extravagant behavior, and they were just trying to warm Luo Jiaoyuan by the fire.

The diners looked even more strange. These young people, who had boasted for a while, actually came to slap themselves in the face.

Wow, this wine is even more delicious.

"Which bastard stole my job? I'll get rid of him."

Luo Jiaoyuan's eyes suddenly turned red, and waves of shame, anger and rage rushed straight to his head. He could hardly hear any external sounds, only a buzzing sound.

However, he didn't need to listen, he only needed to look to know that everyone was looking at him strangely, as if he were a clown.

Then he kicked over the table, got up in anger, and went to find the person who had taken his position as deacon.

…

Xiaochongshan, medicine house.

The small buildings and palaces are fresh and elegant, with ten of them standing in groups of three or two. Magical herbs are planted inside and ornamented with beautiful trees. There is not a single spot that is crude, and it is filled with an immortal aura.

Mr. Chen fell in love with this place at first sight.

"Mr. Chen, the new steward of the medicine house, greets Mr. Shen."

He entered the medicine house, walked past several small buildings and palaces, and came to the largest one in the middle, where he met an old man.

He was dressed very simply, with his eyebrows and sideburns neatly groomed, and his long hair tied up with a wooden hairpin. He looked pure and gentle.

This person is Mr. Shen.

He is the head of the medicine house, his cultivation has reached the foundation-building stage, and he is also a second-level alchemist.

He possesses great authority in the outer sect and even in the entire Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

"Mr. Chen, Deacon Chen, you are very good."

Mr. Shen took a close look at Mr. Chen. The information showed that this was a man without any background at all, yet he was able to make the two nursing home deacons abandon all the connections they had accumulated over decades just to pave the way for him.

The outer sect elder Fu Yunzi also felt that Chen Sheng was a person worth cultivating, and left his name in this recommendation.

At this time, when he saw him face to face, he found that this young man was indeed good. He was very clean, not aggressive or irritable, and had a peaceful state of mind. He was a person who could live in the medicine house for a long time.

(End of this chapter)