Han Lu stood not far away, taking all of this in. No emotion could be seen in her cold, clear eyes; she simply stood there quietly.
Daoist Priest Gongyue actually cupped his hands and bowed to Lin Mo.
"Thank you, esteemed guest, for teaching our Celestial Master Mansion's unworthy Celestial Master a lesson."
This move completely caught Lin Mo off guard.
He curiously looked Daoist Priest Gongyue up and down. "No, wait. I just beat your Celestial Master to a pulp, and you're not angry at all? You could at least pretend to be!"
Hearing this, Daoist Priest Gongyue instead revealed a faint smile.
"I am not angry."
He shook his head, his tone carrying a bit of emotion. "Before my master went wandering the world, he once mentioned this matter to us martial brothers."
"Oh?" Lin Mo's interest was piqued. "What did he say?"
Daoist Priest Gongyue smiled. "Master said that Junior Brother appears lazy on the surface, but is actually proud and arrogant at heart. After becoming a Celestial Master, he would inevitably face a tribulation, but he would also meet a noble benefactor who could polish him into someone of great worth."
At this point, Daoist Priest Gongyue glanced again at Zhang Gonglian in the pit, his eyes actually showing a hint of gratification.
"Looking at it now, the person Master spoke of is none other than you, esteemed guest."
Hearing this, Lin Mo roughly understood.
A hint of playfulness appeared in his eyes.
Polish him into someone of great worth?
He muttered in his heart that his crazy beatdown of the kid just now should probably count as a kind of polishing, just with slightly rough methods.
"How are you sure that the person your master spoke of is me?"
"Master said this person would come from the south, able to come and go freely, and could casually enter and exit our Dragon Tiger Daoist Grounds. So far, only Layman Lin fits these conditions."
"Wait!"
A weak voice came from the dirt pit, interrupting their conversation.
A mud-covered hand grabbed the edge of the pit, the fingernails packed with black dirt.
Immediately after, a dirt-streaked head struggled to peek out.
Zhang Gonglian used both his hands and feet to climb up wretchedly. His movements were as sluggish as an ordinary person's; where was there even a shred of a Celestial Master's majesty?
He finally managed to climb up and questioned breathlessly, "Something this major, why didn't I know about it?"
Daoist Priest Gongyue spread his hands, looking entirely justified. "Because Master specifically ordered us not to tell you. If you don't believe me, ask Junior Brother Gongshan and the others. Everyone knows, we just kept it from you."
Lin Mo rubbed his chin, his gaze shifting between the wretched Zhang Gonglian and the deadpan Daoist Priest Gongyue, finally figuring it all out.
"I get it. Your master felt that this new Celestial Master was too lazy or erratic, and feared he would cause a huge disaster in the future. So he wanted to borrow my hands to thoroughly grind him into the dirt, smoothing out his rough edges so he could safely pass his tribulation."
"Layman Lin has eyes like torches; that is pretty much what he meant." Daoist Priest Gongyue nodded seriously.
Lin Mo's gaze fell back onto Zhang Gonglian. Looking at his miserable state, he actually felt a bit of pity for him.
He really was a delicate lotus.
Feeling Lin Mo's gaze, Zhang Gonglian couldn't help but shrink back.
But Lin Mo did not agree directly.
"Then what's in it for me? I need to receive some benefits to do a job."
Daoist Priest Gongyue looked like he had prepared for this long ago.
"Master already instructed that as long as Layman Lin is willing to help with this favor, we can let Layman Lin observe the Nine Heavens Divine Pill refined by our Ancestral Master up close. Furthermore, all the talisman records of our Celestial Master Mansion from the past thousands of years will be open for Layman Lin to browse as he pleases."
Off to the side, Han Lu couldn't help but widen her eyes.
Never mind the Nine Heavens Divine Pill; just the fact that all the Celestial Master Mansion's talisman records from the past millennium were available was enough to tempt anyone.
Lin Mo smacked his lips. Actually, he wasn't very interested in any of this.
However, the other party had indeed shown utter sincerity. It wasn't like he couldn't do it; he was idle anyway.
"Alright, seeing as the old Celestial Master has shown such sincerity, I'll stay here for a few more days and help your Celestial Master Mansion properly polish this piece of uncut jade."
However, Zhang Gonglian had no mind to listen to what they were saying at this moment.
He was in a state of unprecedented panic.
The spiritual energy in his body that once surged like a rushing river was now completely stagnant, like a pool of dead water.
His meridians were blocked everywhere, and the spiritual vortex in his dantian was completely motionless, having gone on a total strike.
That invisible connection between him and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had been cleanly severed by a sharp blade.
This feeling was worse than killing him.
At this very moment, other than having a better physical foundation than most, he was no different from an ordinary person.
Therefore, he hadn't clearly heard what Lin Mo and Elder Gongyue had said at all.
He abruptly raised his head and stared fixedly at Lin Mo, his voice trembling.
"You... what did you do to me?"
"Nothing much," Lin Mo said casually. "I just temporarily sealed your spiritual energy to let you experience the feeling of returning to your original, unadorned state."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Gonglian didn't fly into a rage upon hearing this. The color instantly drained from his face, and he turned to look at Daoist Priest Gongyue with a slightly cowardly and pleading gaze.
"Senior Brother, you... you wouldn't hit me, right?"
Daoist Priest Gongyue quickly waved his hands, his smile as warm as the spring breeze.
"How could I? Your Senior Brother loves you too much for that. However... I can't control the others."
He counted on his fingers:
"Junior Brother Gonghua from the alchemy room still holds a grudge over those few furnaces of pills you stole and ate as snacks.
And Senior Brother Gongyu from the scripture pavilion—you used his rare manuscript to prop up a table leg last time, and he muttered about it for months.
Oh right, and the green ox down the mountain that you scared with a lightning talisman..."
"Alas, Junior Brother," Daoist Priest Gongyue patted his shoulder and spoke with earnest gravity. "A just cause enjoys abundant support, while an unjust cause finds little."
Saying this, he hummed an unknown little tune and happily turned to leave, his retreating figure radiating schadenfreude.
Zhang Gonglian's face completely fell.
Lin Mo looked at his disheveled, sloppy appearance and frowned in disgust.
"Alright, don't look like the sky is falling. I'll cover you these next few days; you won't die. Hurry up and change into some clean clothes. Later, I'll take a look and see where exactly your tribulation lies."
Zhang Gonglian subconsciously puffed out his chest, trying to salvage some pride. "With strength like yours and mine, we are naturally untouched by filth. If you undo the restrictions on my body, this bit of dirt can be cleansed in an instant. I won't even need to wash my clothes."
"No can do." Lin Mo flatly refused, smiling like a fox. "You have to undo it with your own abilities."
After saying that, Lin Mo couldn't even be bothered to look at him anymore. He turned and waved to Han Lu, who was still standing there stunned.
"Let's go, Miss Guide. Lead the way, it's time to find a place to eat."
Han Lu cast a gloating glance at Zhang Gonglian, then walked on ahead.
It was a good thing to let this Zhang Gonglian suffer a bit. Who asked him to break her sister's heart?
Thinking of this, Han Lu wanted to immediately use her phone to tell her sister the news.
Meanwhile, Zhang Gonglian shouted repeatedly, "Hey, hey! Our Dragon Tiger Daoist Grounds has good food too!"
"Hey! Didn't you say you were going to cover me? Wait for me to go change my clothes!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...