Xiao Nian hastily spread the bedding flat. “Is this good enough now?”
Shu Chen: “You didn’t smooth it out properly. I won’t be comfortable lying on it.”
Xiao Nian had no idea what his problem was. Given his status, the place he stayed at was surely better than this, why was he so fixated on his bed?
He thought this, but still smoothed it out bit by bit as requested.
Shu Chen was satisfied. He sat on the edge of the bed and dumped all the food from his storage ring onto it. “Pick out what you want yourself.”
After Xiao Nian silently sorted the food, a sharp bell rang from outside.
Shu Chen: “This seems to be the wake-up call for you all.”
He glanced at the sky outside and sighed sincerely. “So early.”
It rivaled his high school days no wonder the protagonist had such a solid foundation in the early stages.
Xiao Nian sprawled his legs out and sat on the ground.
It wasn’t the most dignified posture, but when he did it, it looked effortlessly cool and unrestrained.
Shu Chen stood up and hurried outside. He could already hear the two people in the same courtyard washing up. If he didn’t leave now, he’d probably run into the outer sect disciples, and who knew what rumors would spread then.
“Hey, stop right there.”
Shu Chen stopped helplessly, turned around with a cold face, and said, “Speak quickly.”
Couldn’t the protagonist keep his voice down?
Xiao Nian pointed at the food on the ground. “Take it with you.”
Shu Chen wore an expression that said, “I thought it was something important, but it’s just this.” “No need. Figure it out yourself.”
With that, he left without looking back, returning to the inner sect before the outer disciples gathered.
Xiao Nian didn’t care whether the wide-open door would let outsiders see what was inside. He lay back on the ground, hands supporting his head.
Setting aside his character, the little pervert had spent quite a bit of money on him so far.
When Shu Chen returned to Nameless Peak, he found it strange that the usually quiet mountaintop was filled with laughter and chatter, and it sounded like quite a few people were there.
Just as he was about to suppress his aura and slip back to his room, the door of the room where the noise came from opened from the inside.
In an instant, everyone whether standing or sitting turned to look at him.
Shu Chen helplessly cupped his hands in greeting. “Master, Mother, and all you senior uncles and aunts, greetings.”
Su Yang asked in a drawn-out tone, “Just got back from outside?”
Shu Chen: “Yes.”
He could feel that the looks those people were giving him were a bit off.
The peak master of Carefree Peak was holding a jug of wine, already slurring his words a little. “I know the outer sect disciples have morning lessons. No point in him staying there.”
The sect leader snatched the wine jug away and muttered quietly, “Drink less, and shut up.”
This unreliable bunch of junior brothers and sisters always loved forcing others to do things. They’d dragged him, busy as he was, to attend the welcome banquet for new disciples, and even chose the location at their quietest junior brother’s place.
Su Yang: “Come in. Let me introduce you to your junior brothers and sisters.”
It didn’t matter if he couldn’t recognize every disciple in the sect, but it was necessary to know the personal disciples of these peak masters.
Thanks to entering the sect a few days earlier, Shu Chen had successfully become the senior martial brother of this generation.
By the time everyone dispersed, it was already past nine in the morning.
The main reason was that those peak masters had gotten too drunk and refused to leave.
Before leaving, Su Yang grabbed her son’s hand, seeming to want to say something while riding the buzz of the alcohol.
Shu Chen waited for a long time but never heard anything useful. Helplessly, he said, “Mother, if you have something to say, just say it. Don’t just keep sighing.”
Su Yang let out another “Ah!” her tone complex, carrying all sorts of emotions.
Shu Chen: “Mother, you’re drunk. You should go back and rest.”
Su Yang: “Ah.” She was already being shooed away.
Shu Chen looked at her newly accepted disciple. “I’ll trouble Junior Sister Cen to take Mother back. I’ll visit another day.”
All the disciples of Misty Peak were female. He felt it wasn’t quite appropriate to go there without announcing himself first, even though those disciples didn’t seem to mind.
Worth mentioning: at the disciple level, Misty Peak and Sword Peak were sworn enemies. Those violent troublemakers were the number one enemies of the fairies, and single-person disputes often escalated into group brawls, causing financial headaches for the sect leader.
Cen Ting’s expression was indifferent, carrying the characteristic aloofness of an ice spiritual root cultivator. “Senior Brother is too kind.”
Shu Chen stood in place, only turning around after the two had flown into the distance.
“Master.”
Baili Qinglan, who hadn’t appeared at all, was standing behind him without a sound. He left a single sentence “You’re about to break through. Good.” and vanished again.
This master often said and did things that were hard to understand, but Shu Chen had very little curiosity about others. As long as nothing went wrong, whatever the man did had nothing to do with him.
Thanks to the good news from his master, Shu Chen trained with even more motivation. He had to break through within three months—after all, the protagonist would be rising two whole realms by then, and he couldn’t afford to be overshadowed.