Shulong Daojun

On the one hand, they can use revenge as an excuse; on the other hand, cultivators have more vital energy than mortals, making them much more nourishing.

This action is justifiable both emotionally and logically.

Zhuyin nodded, remembering everything.

It remembered those demonic immortals perfectly.

Anyone who dares to attack while I am weak must be devoured to vent my anger.

Thinking of this, a fierce glint flashed in its vertical pupils, and its two long whiskers stood up.

Seeing this, Lin Shu smiled slightly and gently scratched the soft scales on Zhu Yin's chin.

It was scratched until it squinted its eyes, and its dragon tail swayed loosely a few times.

Just then, a soft knocking sounded on the door.

Three or four breaths later, a soft voice transmission reached Lin Shu's ears: "Senior brother, I'm here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the courtyard gate being pushed open was heard, accompanied by soft footsteps.

Lin Shu's expression tightened, and he quickly withdrew his hand, giving Zhu Yin a wink.

Zhuyin understood, and its body immediately shrank to a tiny size, soaring up and landing hidden among Linshu's hair.

Immediately, his dragon eyes widened, revealing a fierce glint.

It wanted to see who had spoiled its fun.

Soon after, a figure appeared.

However, the visitors were actually two people: one was Mu Qiushui, and the other was Beichen.

Lin Shu looked slightly surprised, his eyebrows twitching, unsure of what was going on.

Mu Qiushui could understand; it was just a matter of habit.

How did Beichen get here?

He sized up the two people in front of him without saying a word.

Mu Qiushui kept her head down, her face flushed, her mind a jumble, and dared not utter a sound.

She was caught by someone coming to her senior brother's courtyard alone late at night.

How can I possibly save face like this?

Bei Chen gave a wry smile and cupped his hands, saying, "I apologize for disturbing you so late at night, Senior Brother Lin."

"I have some pent-up feelings that I cannot resolve on my own, so I have come to seek advice from my senior brother."

After saying this, he bowed deeply and remained seated for a long time.

Seeing Bei Chen in this state, Lin Shu was surprised, but still reached out to help him up, saying:

"Junior brother, you're too kind. There's no need for such a grand gesture."

We are quite familiar with each other, and we are both disciples of the Daoist sect. If you have any doubts, please feel free to speak them. I, your senior brother, will certainly answer them to the best of my knowledge.

Having said that, he gestured to the stone bench beside him and said gently, "Junior brother, please."

He then nodded slightly to Mu Qiushui, signaling her to sit down as well.

The two sat down as instructed, each with their own thoughts.

Since the day Lu Youzhi and the others were allowed to rest, many incidents have occurred, and Lin Shu has not seen Bei Chen for several days.

Upon closer inspection, his Taoist robe was tattered and his appearance was disheveled, giving him a somewhat dejected and forlorn look.

Lin Shu pondered for a moment, then took two jars of ape wine, unsealed them, placed them in front of Bei Chen, and said with a smile:

"Tea can't relieve worries, only wine can. Junior brother, bring me a jar."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead, picked up the nearest jar, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

Glug glug—

Bei Chen listened to the rolling sound of drinking and stared blankly at the wine jar in front of him.

Suddenly, he lowered his head, bit the mouth of the jar, and thrust it upwards, turning the entire jar of monkey wine upside down onto his face.

The wine was poured over his head, and he swallowed it in large gulps, his Taoist robe soaked through.

After taking the last gulp, he suddenly slammed the jar down, causing it to shatter with a clang, the fragments flying everywhere.

Bei Chen looked up, his eyes bloodshot, spat out the crumbs in his mouth, and said angrily, "After arriving here, I realized that there are heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people."

The Taoist school has five branches and two lineages, the main lineage and the branch lineage. It has many disciples who are immortals living in the world, including many outstanding individuals.

Even accumulating merit and attaining the rank of Earth Immortal is fraught with difficulties for them. They need to stay in places like Fuyuan to manage the earth's veins before they can achieve their goal.

What about my disciples from the Miscellaneous School of Dharma?

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up, his face contorted with rage, and he roared in a fierce voice, his anger rising sharply.

But at the very end, he suddenly collapsed, staggered, and sat down, his expression dazed, muttering:

"When I came here, I visited many Taoist outposts, and the disciples guarding the gates were all from my lineage of miscellaneous studies."

They checked and questioned him carefully, being cautious in every aspect, for fear of not being courteous enough.

These are all talents that are rare to find in my lineage of miscellaneous studies.

Those who are inferior are still desperately seeking the spiritual essence of foxes, weasels, white willows, and other spiritual plants, hoping to condense the embryo of the Dao.

The one that is even better...

Bei Chen paused, looked at Lin Shu, his face full of bitterness, and said self-deprecatingly:

"Someone like me can only follow behind the disciples of the main and secondary schools, diligently studying and striving to improve myself, for fear of falling behind."

"Senior brother!"

Bei Chen's eyes welled up with tears, and he cried out in anguish, letting the tears stream down his face. "Where is the way out for all the disciples of my Miscellaneous Learning Lineage?"

Junior brother is dull-witted, please teach me, senior brother—”

Before he could finish speaking, he had already buried his head and slammed it heavily against the stone table.

Mu Qiushui was startled, her body trembled, and she quickly covered her ears, lowering her head as if she couldn't see or hear anything.

Lin Shu frowned, but did not speak immediately.

Looking at Bei Chen's current state, he pondered for a moment and finally sighed.

The question he asked was far too broad.

He was merely a disciple of the Immortal Rank, not an Earth Immortal Elder like his Martial Uncle Shouzheng, nor a member of the orthodox lineage, and thus held no authority or power.

Therefore, he was not entirely clear on how to improve the situation of the miscellaneous lineage of Dharma studies.

To resolve this issue, in terms of status, strength, and legitimacy, only Yi Xuan can make the decision.

However, he knows a method that, if implemented, would greatly benefit the field of miscellaneous studies.

However, this method...

Lin Shu's eyes flickered slightly. After a moment of contemplation, he asked, "Junior Brother, why did you come looking for me?"

You should know in your heart that asking me about this matter will most likely not resolve your doubts.

If that's the case, why insist on coming here in the first place?

Upon hearing this, Bei Chen remained silent for a long time before slowly raising his head, composing himself, and calmly saying:

"My senior brother once defeated the chief disciples of both the Zheng and Bie lineages at the Dharma assembly. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Now his cultivation has reached the level of a living immortal. He is truly a person of unparalleled talent."

The junior brother firmly believed that his senior brother would be able to sweep aside his peers and be invincible, just like that day.

Seeing this place tonight has only strengthened my resolve.

Just now, I sensed that my senior brother's aura was even more unfathomable.

Lin Shu gave Bei Chen a meaningful look and said calmly, "Junior Brother has not yet answered my question."

Bei Chen smiled calmly: "With your talent, Senior Brother, you will surely become the number one person in both the main and secondary departments in the future."

At that time, his junior brother had already integrated the miscellaneous teachings and become the number one in the miscellaneous teachings lineage.

At that time, the distinction between formal and informal learning will only be a matter of opinion between you and me.

With just a word from my senior brother, the future of all the disciples of my miscellaneous lineage will be secured.

After saying that, his expression turned serious, and he cupped his hands and continued, "I've come today to cooperate with my senior brother."

My lineage of practitioners of various arts has many disciples, including those who are proficient in divination, strategy, construction, medicine, and fortune-telling.

Currently, there are many refugees in both regions, and the livelihood issues in each city are complicated, so the righteous gods protecting the local area are also extremely busy.

We are willing to go to our senior brother's jurisdiction to help take care of the people and relieve the pressure of governance, in exchange for the opportunity to befriend him.

What does Senior Brother think?