TGDS Chapter 72.3

The Good Dad System (Arc 10) Chapter 72.3: The Villain’s Dad in the Cultivation Novels (6)

Pei Mingzhen was really used to being fed, and he would eat as soon as he opened his mouth. He accidentally said what was in his heart just now, and then he continued: “Senior brothers, wait and see, I will definitely be very powerful in the future!”

“Okay.” He Shu understood the little brother’s thoughts, but he didn’t encourage him. The little brother was so young, and the knife was bigger than him. Every time he swung it, it was like the knife was swinging him around. Many times, they were stunned. It’s better to learn when you grow up. “When you are taller than the knife, we will learn it well.”

“I’m already taller than the knife!” Pei Ming was furious. He dreaded being called short. Many times, fellow apprentices passing by had seen him dragging his knife and laughed at him. He’d even asked the boy in his father’s hall to put pads in his shoes, so how did the eldest apprentice know he wasn’t as tall as the knife? He couldn’t help but ask, “Brother, did you see me put pads in my shoes?”

He Shu laughed. His junior apprentice was still a child, and it was difficult to explain to him. Cultivators were always sensitive to things. Normally, no matter how fast a child grows, they won’t grow three or four centimeters overnight. Besides, with pads in his shoes, his apprentice’s shoes were clearly excessive.

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The world of cultivation always adhered to conventions, after all, a long tradition. But in the past two years, the Lanyue Sect had suddenly initiated “reforms” within its ranks. Outsiders didn’t understand the meaning of the word “reform”; they only understood it as a violation of tradition.

The first to leak out were the accounts of a few outer sect stewards who weren’t deeply involved in the incident. They left the Lanyue Sect weeping and wailing, claiming that their ancestors, generations after them, had devoted themselves to the Lanyue Sect for so many years, even to the bitter end, only to be expelled in the end. Their stories were so aggrieved and pitiful that many uninformed people sympathized. However, despite their sympathy, no one dared to criticize them, and at most, they spread rumors privately, exaggerating the situation.

Later, other sects in the cultivation world heard an incredible rumor: the entire Lanyue Sect, from elders to outer disciples, had taken on the responsibility of managing Lanyue Sect affairs. All previous outer sect stewards had been cleared out, and the remaining positions were rotated among disciples. Numerous sounding boards were also set up throughout the sect, where anyone who had suffered a grievance could appeal to the on-duty elders for a resolution.

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Xunxing Sect was the first to laugh. They had always been in second place, eager to take the top spot. The Lanyue Sect was asking for trouble. Instead of cultivating, the inner disciples and elders were busy managing the sect. Wasn’t this their chance to take the top spot? They had diligently cultivated for two full years, but in a major competition, they were crushed and returned to the sect with a complete defeat. Only then did they realize that the sect was operating in shifts. The disciples under them usually retreated for ten days or half a month at most, so a month a year was enough to manage the sect. That was more than enough and didn’t affect their cultivation.

The Xunxing Sect leader resentfully led the rest of the sect into further retreat. He just couldn’t believe it. If they lost a month every year, ten years would be a year. They had long lives and could afford it. They could come back next decade!

Of course, the people of the Lanyue Sect didn’t take this to heart. Simply handling their own affairs, they already lived an exceptionally fulfilling life. The Sect Master had said there was no need to compete with outside sects; simply developing the Lanyue Sect was enough.

Three years was enough time for a young boy to grow into a young man. Pei Mingzhen wore a shimmering golden robe, which Pei Naochun had specially retrieved from the mustard seed dimension. His face still had chubby baby fat, and a golden dagger was barely slung across his sturdy belt, almost level with the ground. “Brother, do you want me to help you?” He looked at his brother, who was correcting documents, and felt eager to make a move.

He Shu was sitting in Shengyun Hall. It was his turn to be on duty this month. He smiled gently. Three assistants sat beside him. All three were originally outer disciples. They were very talented in managing the affairs of the sect, so they were promoted to be assistants. Of course, there was a corresponding salary: “How can you help me?” He clapped his hands, “It just so happens that I have an account book from the Purchasing Department. How about you check it?”

Arithmetic is Pei Mingzhen’s lifelong enemy. His body stiffened and he took two steps back cautiously: “Senior brother did it on purpose!” He was good at everything, but he was really bad at arithmetic. He was obviously very talented in understanding the exercises, but he often missed something when it came to counting.

He Shu knew this was normal. They had all listened to the Master’s teachings, and each had their own talents. Third Junior Brother, for example, wasn’t particularly skilled in these areas, but he had a strong sense of justice. For the past few years, he’d been in charge of the Discipline Department, specifically teaching and punishing problematic disciples. Second Junior Brother, on the other hand, preferred external communication. In recent years, exchanges with other sects and conferences had all been hosted by Second Junior Brother… Fourth Junior Brother, on the other hand, was more like the youngest Junior Brother. While hardworking, he lacked a natural talent for management, so he was assigned to explore secret realms and lead teams for training.

At the moment, the youngest Junior Brother didn’t seem particularly gifted in management. He and the Master had long since reached a consensus: there was no need to force things. He just needed to do what pleased him and what pleased him.

“Then, shall I go play with you for a while?” The paperwork he was working on had just finished. Now that the sect had a clear division of labor, the assistants could directly handle simple tasks. He Shu delegated the remaining miscellaneous tasks to the assistants. This should be a virtuous cycle. Once they actually took charge, the previous shortcomings quickly disappeared. The reason was simple. For these disciples, devoted to cultivation, their sole concern in managing affairs was to ensure the sect’s prosperity and the end of injustice. They had no shortage of gold and silver, nor did they need others to flatter them. Without greed, they acted fairly. As the shortcomings diminished, the amount of work to manage also decreased. They were only busy the first year, but after that, they could focus on cultivation.

“Where are you going?” Pei Mingzhen suddenly sounded excited.

He Shu touched his chin, and an idea suddenly occurred to him: “How about I take you to the place where the Sect Master jumped off the cliff?”

“Huh?” Pei Mingzhen’s mouth dropped open, a look of horror on his face. “Did the Sect Master jump off the cliff?” He had seen his father, so grown up, sitting there peacefully after practicing his swordsmanship that morning.

He Shu wanted to laugh, but stifled it. He took his junior brother’s hand and headed out. Since his junior brother’s cultivation wasn’t yet sufficient, he flew his sword with him, and they soon reached a peak outside the Lanyue Sect. There, many outer disciples were chanting, touching the ground, almost flattened, with a look of reverence.

“What is this?” Pei Mingzhen tilted his head, curious. Was this some kind of pilgrimage ritual?

“This is where the Sect Master jumped off the cliff.” He Shu cleared his throat, hiding his smile.

This story began a few years ago—back when they were still “experiencing life” in the outer sect, hanging out with the outer disciples, listening to all sorts of fantastic rumors they spread: For example, the outer disciples claimed that inner disciples were all arrogant and domineering, ready to crush anyone they disliked with a single finger like an ant. That was sheer nonsense. Spending every day watching and bullying others was a bad idea, and it would lead to inner demons. How could they possibly become immortals? Outer disciples often complained about the inner sect’s scheming and scheming, with everyone vying for the top spot… Well, He Shu and his companions, who happened to be shouldering a lot of the responsibilities for the leader at the time, were strongly opposed. Others also claimed that the inner sect was constantly bullying the powerful and flattering the weak, and that the leader’s son, relying on his status as the leader’s child, treated his fellow disciples and sisters like mere scoundrels. Hearing this, they recalled the crybaby they had seen and were speechless. How could a little kid so small, barely able to reach a knife, bully others?

Despite these bizarre rumors, some were quite plausible, like the claims that a certain steward was always greedy for money or that another was lustful, which the inner disciples later used as intelligence.

One day, an outer disciple suddenly burst into the dormitory, his face covered in snot and tears, and he claimed there was a female ghost in white clothes in the back mountains! He Shu and his companions dismissed it as a lie, believing he had misjudged them. After all, if the Lanyue Sect allowed demons and monsters to freely enter, it would simply be closed. But on the second day, the third day… and the sixth day, people came to talk. He Shu and his friends felt that as inner disciples, they had the responsibility to investigate the truth. They gathered together and went to the back mountain on a dark and windy night. Then they saw a figure in white clothes floating down and jumping straight from the cliff.

He Shu blurted out: “Master…” Could it be that the master had gone astray? Why would he jump off the cliff in the back mountain? Even if he was blind, he could recognize that it was his master! When the other disciples heard this, they were shocked and looked at each other, hesitating whether to go back and tell their respective masters.

Of course, they would not misunderstand that the leader had committed suicide by jumping off the cliff. If a cultivator jumped from here and died on the spot, the Lanyue Sect would be finished long ago.

They waited a long time before Pei Naochun emerged from the bottom of the mountain on a sword, clutching a tattered book. He paused in mid-air, glancing awkwardly at his disciples before finally falling silent and greeting each other. Later, they heard from Pei Naochun that the sect leader had sensed a secret realm in the back mountains and had repeatedly gone down to explore, only to have it cause a misunderstanding.

Pei Naochun hadn’t been truthful. In reality, this was the place where Xiang Wentian had found an opportunity in his previous life. He had been bullied and chased, falling off a cliff. At the bottom, he found a Five Elements Sutra for purifying spiritual roots. If it weren’t for this sutra, which had elevated his aptitude, he probably wouldn’t have been able to practice other techniques.

Pei Naochun had no intention of taking advantage of others’ opportunities. He took out the Dafa, copied it, and publicly placed it in the library. Anyone with enough contribution points could go there and copy a copy and practice on their own. This was also open to the entire sect, including the cultivation world. As for the bottom of the cliff, he copied a copy and stored it there. If Xiang Wentian was unlucky enough to fall down in this life, it would be worth the trip. At least he got a copy for free.

He didn’t tell his disciples that the book actually described a lot of things. During this period of time, he had almost jumped every cliff in the back mountain – such shameful things.

The feelings should be kept in everyone’s mind and not be made public.

Pei Naochun did not intend to destroy Xiang Wentian’s opportunities. After all, in this time and space, he had not done anything yet. He just found out all the skills that Xiang Wentian had obtained within the Lanyue Sect and put them there publicly. As for the golden finger that belonged to him alone, he did not touch it either.

Just like the original body said, as long as he became stronger in this life, he could protect his son. Why should he lose his character for this person?