Witch, please have some self-respect!

"Brother Shen, let's play two rounds."

In the alley, Old Liu set up his chessboard, and the two faced each other, each holding a piece.

"Sister-in-law has entered the ranks of guarding the spirit fields, no wonder I haven't seen you much in the formation these days."

Old Liu looked at Su Wan'er, who was busy in the courtyard, and spoke with envy.

Brother Shen Yun in front of me is truly blessed with good fortune.

"He's already eighteen and only just entered the ranks; that's already very late."

Shen Yun, as was his habit, kept a low profile and spoke modestly.

According to the Holy Sect's requirements, one can only be considered to have some talent at the mid-stage of Body Nourishing at the age of eighteen.

"So what if you reach the next level at eighteen? There are many examples of late bloomers in the Holy City. There was just a talisman master who reached the next level at sixty, and I heard he's only at the early stage of Body Nourishing."

This story greatly shocked Lao Liu.

He had previously been eager to advance through spiritual implantation, and he longed for examples of late bloomers.

But at this age, it's not just his cultivation level that's declining.

In the past two years, he has made frequent mistakes in cultivating his specialty, blood ginseng.

Learning about spiritual plants requires more than just theory; hands-on practice is even more important. His skills are also declining, making it virtually impossible for him to succeed.

Even without Song Da's persuasion that day, he would have realized this long ago, but he just refused to face reality.

He was ten years older than Shen Yun.

"I heard that the talisman master, like us, is a guardian of the spirit fields, and it seems to be in the area east of our city."

I don't know who it is, but it's said to be an old man with white hair and beard..."

He hadn't felt anything special when he heard others say it before, but when he looked at Shen Yun across from him, Lao Liu suddenly felt something was wrong.

His hair and beard were all white; he was in the early stages of recuperation, tending to his spiritual field...

Shen Yun minored in talisman mastery, and Qiao Niang had previously consulted Shen Yun about it.

No way, his old buddy...

The hand holding the chess piece froze in mid-air, looking at Shen Yun, who was unusually silent, without offering any response.

His premonition grew stronger, especially after Shen Yun was absent a few days ago and went to the Heavenly Craftsmanship Bureau.

Brother, why aren't you saying anything?

His sudden silence made me feel unfamiliar and flustered.

Shen Yun looked at Lao Liu's staring eyes and helplessly shrugged.

"That's right, that late-blooming talisman master is none other than myself."

Upon hearing this, Old Liu lost his balance and dropped the chess piece to the ground, his expression turning resentful.

It seems this was the same guy who advised him to give up before, saying they'd agree to quit together.

You actually managed to quietly make it big!?

"Is it really you?" Old Liu felt his mouth go dry.

"I also succeeded by sheer luck."

Shen Yun spoke softly, afraid of upsetting his old friend.

Old Liu couldn't quite describe the feeling when his back, which had been straight for decades, suddenly hunched over.

Congratulations!

Shen Yun smacked his lips, understanding Lao Liu's current feelings.

It's like a poor buddy you've been hanging out with for years suddenly driving back in a Mercedes-Benz, with a beautiful woman sitting in the passenger seat.

Who can bear this.

After only two rounds, Lao Liu went home.

Brother, I hope you're doing well, but you're doing a little too well.

In the evening, Lingnongfang is bustling with people.

Shen Yun changed into the outer disciple robes of the Holy Sect and walked out of the courtyard. Many people in the alley stared at him in astonishment.

"Old Shen's clothes...aren't those outer sect disciple robes?!"

"How is that possible? Could someone his age have already joined the Holy Sect?"

"Old man Shen, you'll get arrested by the law enforcement team if you dress like that."

Seeing this, someone kindly offered a reminder.

Disciples of the Holy Sect are not to be impersonated; anyone found doing so will face severe punishment.

Shen Yun took out his waist token and said with a smile, "I am a legitimate outer disciple registered with the Holy Sect. I will be hosting a banquet at the Holy Spring Pavilion in a few days. You are all welcome to join me."

"Hiss, you actually entered the Holy Sect?"

Seeing Shen Yun's genuine expression and his promise to hold a banquet, everyone looked at him in disbelief.

Especially the sons of the Wei brothers, their faces were a sight to behold.

They didn't respect Shen Yun at all.

"The enforcement team is on duty. We heard someone is impersonating a disciple of the Holy Sect. Please disperse."

Before Shen Yun could explain further, the Holy Sect's enforcement team arrived.

The leader was a dignified middle-aged man with a cold face, looking at everyone as if they owed him Originium.

This is Huang Changxing, the squad leader of the law enforcement team responsible for the Lingnongfang area.

Having cultivated his body to perfection for many years, everyone in Lingnongfang knows him and privately calls him "Cold Noodle Yama".

"There are bad people among the crowd!"

Shen Yun smiled and handed over his waist token, saying, "This is my waist token, Senior Enforcement Officer."

"Huh, the waist tag of the Internal Affairs Hall and the Auxiliary Study Hall."

Huang Changxing's face was cold, and his gaze sharpened. As a senior disciple, he could see that Shen Yun's waist tag was slightly different.

He took the waist token, probed it with his qi and blood, and sensed the information, confirming that the white-bearded and white-haired old man in front of him was indeed a disciple of the Holy Sect.

Once he was certain it wasn't an imposter, the coldness on his face faded, and he had a vague idea of ​​the person's identity.

Shen Yun took the waist token and smiled, "Thank you for making this trip, Senior Brother."

"No trouble at all. It's a good opportunity to congratulate my junior brother on his late-blooming success and perseverance."

Huang Changxing's lips curled up, a rare smile appearing on his usually cold face.

Passersby who witnessed this scene were amazed. They couldn't believe they could see the cold-faced Yama smiling. It seemed that Shen Yun was no ordinary person after joining the Holy Sect.

Although there are few disciples of the Holy Sect living in Lingnongfang, there are still a few.

Just like Song Zichen, every time he met Huang Changxing, his enthusiastic greetings would at most earn him a nod.

With the enforcement team's approval, the neighbors in the alley no longer had any doubts.

Good heavens! Old Man Shen actually joined the Holy Sect!

The legendary, late-blooming talisman master in his sixties was actually Old Man Shen.

Upon hearing that Shen Yun was a talisman master, the eyes of the other enforcement disciples lit up.

They all greeted, "Greetings, Senior Brother Shen."

Among the outer disciples of the Holy Sect, those with the highest status are the outer disciples who assist in cultivation or serve in various halls.

The former relies on genuine ability, while the latter relies mainly on position.

"You're too kind, fellow disciples."

Shen Yun humbly returned the greeting, as this was the first time he had ever felt the warmth of these high-ranking law enforcement disciples.

I'm not used to it yet.

In the past, these people didn't act like this; they would ignore ordinary cultivators like them.

Otherwise, when faced with the threat of unauthorized repairs, Shen Yun's first thought would have been to notify the enforcement team.

This is normal; in the world of cultivators, friendships are based on mutual value.

If someone has no value, who would want to befriend them?

Among the three realms of cultivation are ants, fellow Daoists, and seniors.

Shen Yun joined the Holy Sect as an assistant cultivator, which qualified him to become their fellow Daoist.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, to Shen Yun's surprise, Huang Changxing was even more polite than he had imagined, and they even agreed to visit again after he finished his shift.

After the law enforcement officers left, the neighbors in the alley gathered around to offer their congratulations.

The pillars of each family have not been home recently, and these people have a deep respect for Shen Yun.

Judging from the attitude of those law enforcement disciples, it's clear that Old Man Shen is no ordinary person; he's far superior to Song Zichen.

"That elderly talisman master from the Heavenly Craftsmanship Bureau is actually in the alley next door!"

"Not only did he become a talisman master, but he also joined the Holy Sect—truly a meteoric rise!"

Gradually, news spread that a disciple of the Holy Sect had emerged from this alley.

The fact that even the disciples of the Enforcement Bureau came to offer their congratulations was truly remarkable.

Especially after learning that this outer disciple was the renowned, late-blooming, sixty-year-old talisman master, people flocked to the alley to offer their congratulations.

It's not just out of respect for the outer disciples, but more like watching an internet celebrity.

Many people have set Shen Yun as their role model.

At the age of sixty, the field keeper's advancement in his secondary cultivation was incredibly inspiring for most of the lower-class people in the Holy City.