MSBITRS Chapter 76 V1

What Does “Finish the Task and Leave, Hiding One’s Name and Deeds” Mean?

In Youqin Xuanya’s eyes, this was exactly what Li Changshou had done.

Senior Brother Changshou had put in immense effort, enduring countless hardships and dangers, barely managing to outmaneuver the Jie Sect disciples and the Second Prince of the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace, Ao Yi…

Yet, he remained humble, sought no fame, and quietly departed.

However—

In reality…

First, Li Changshou personally helped Ao Yi up and apologized for any offense he had caused.

—This was to eliminate any lingering hostility, ensuring that both the Jie Sect disciples and Ao Yi would harbor fewer negative feelings toward him.

Then, he turned toward the elders and solemnly admitted his “dishonorable” victory, claiming he had only won by relying on sect techniques like escape arts and talismans, thus tarnishing the sect’s reputation. He even expressed his willingness to accept punishment.

—This further reduced hostility, upheld the sect’s prestige, and subtly hinted to Elder Jiu Wu that he wished to return to Xiaoqiong Peak.

Afterward, he bowed toward the Jie Sect members, his face showing an expression of remorse…

With just a few simple words and a handful of gestures, Li Changshou provided everyone with a graceful way out of the situation.

Among the elders of Du Xian Sect, some were discerning enough to recognize that Li Changshou was trying to avoid making enemies of the Jie Sect and the Dragon Palace. Thus, one elder deliberately scolded him before sending him back to Xiaoqiong Peak for reflection.

Of course, this elder was only putting on an act. The unspoken message was clear—he was merely sending Li Changshou back to wait for his reward.

Meanwhile, Youqin Xuanya frowned repeatedly at the scene. If not for her master holding her back, she would have stepped forward to defend her not-quite-a-close-friend-yet Senior Brother Changshou.

As she watched Li Changshou’s departing figure beneath the starry sky, Youqin Xuanya sighed softly.

“When will I ever be as outstanding as Senior Brother?”

After flying away from Potian Peak, Li Changshou also let out a small sigh.

“Finally handled that mess… What a hassle.”

No matter how he had managed it, the fact remained—Xiaoqiong Peak had now drawn the attention of the entire sect.

Once his paper avatar returned from this outing, he planned to bury himself in refining pills, staying low-key for the next ten, maybe even twenty years.

Ten years wouldn’t be enough. At minimum, he needed to lay low for…

Twenty years.

“That little dragon… judging by his expression, he might come to Xiaoqiong Peak later to apologize.”

Considering this, Li Changshou hurriedly hid away all the Jia Ren Mei (a special type of alcohol) in his storage pouch—just in case he accidentally pulled it out during their meeting.

Besides, he wasn’t the only one capable of brewing Jia Ren Mei. Many cultivators in the Great Desolation loved alcohol.

Just based on that, the Eastern Sea incident wouldn’t be traced back to him.

Back at Potian Peak, the place was still bustling. The Heavenly Immortals had already begun discussing the Dao, and those who had stayed to watch the battle remained to listen in.

However, the Jie Sect members had been holding back their frustration earlier, so it was likely that a clash between them and Du Xian Sect’s Heavenly Immortals was inevitable.

That had nothing to do with him, though—he had simply completed his assigned task.

Upon returning to Xiaoqiong Peak, Li Changshou first took a few laps around the alchemy chamber, carefully pondering whether he had overlooked anything.

If his master’s old enemy had been watching today…

What would they be thinking?

If that enemy decided to make a move against him, that would be ideal. He could give them the perfect opportunity—deliberately leave the peak, lure them into a secluded location, and deal with them there…

Before making his move, he could even use a sound-recording sphere to capture evidence, proving that the enemy had attacked first, forcing him to defend himself with the poison Elder Wan Linjun had given him.

Even if he were punished with a few hundred years of secluded cultivation afterward, it wouldn’t be a problem—he had no intention of leaving Xiaoqiong Peak anyway.

Li Changshou chuckled to himself, though he knew this was just wishful thinking.

After all, he was only a seventh-rank Qi Refiner, not yet an Earth Immortal. He was still considered a young disciple. His master’s enemy likely wouldn’t perceive him as a threat yet.

Well, he would just have to wait and see.

Although Li Changshou wanted to ask his master who this enemy was, he held back—partly to avoid making his master relive painful memories, and partly to spare his master’s pride.

If he asked others, and that enemy later encountered trouble, he might become a suspect…

This matter needed careful planning.

His sudden “exposure” today wasn’t due to any failure on his part.

There was no need for self-doubt—he had already done everything possible to protect himself.

But who could have predicted…

That while he was happily strolling through Linhai Town, buying herbs and selling pills, he would suddenly sense that Jiu Wu and Ao Yi—two completely unrelated people—were stumbling around the trapping formation outside his alchemy chamber?!

What the hell?!

Granted, there had been signs—he had encountered the Jie Sect group earlier in Linhai Town.

But even so, he had never expected things to escalate this way.

“I need to remind Master that Xiaoqiong Peak should refuse all visitors from now on.”

Li Changshou sighed and checked on his paper avatar’s spiritual connection. After ensuring there was no immediate danger, he quickly returned his focus to his main body.

The “inn” he had rented was managed by the Linhai Sword Sect, and even a small suite there wasn’t cheap.

But at least it was safe—there were always Heavenly Immortal experts patrolling nearby, and the area was closely watched by Linhai Sword Sect’s guards.

For now, he could only wait for the sect to settle down before resuming his wealth-accumulation plan.

Just to be safe, he took another walk around the mountain, checking the concealment of his underground formations.

After some time, his spiritual senses suddenly detected a figure approaching from the direction of Danding Peak. The person quickly landed near the lakeside cottage.

Li Changshou immediately rode his cloud back, and from a distance, he saw a familiar figure standing by the lake.

Ling’e peeked her head out from his cottage and pointed toward the lakeside, where an elderly man leaned on a bronze cane.

It was Elder Wan Linjun.

“Elder, what brings you here?”

Li Changshou quickly stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

Wan Linjun turned to look at him, a hint of appreciation in his gaze. The corners of his lips twitched into a cold, merciless smirk.

“I watched through my immortal senses as you defeated that dragon prince, only to be reprimanded by the other elders. So, I decided to come take a look.

This time…

You did well.

Your escape arts are part of your abilities—your skillset. You needn’t concern yourself with what others think.

If anyone in the sect gives you trouble over it, just show them this.”

As he spoke, Elder Wan Linjun extended his withered hand, using his immortal energy to push a black jade token toward Li Changshou.

Li Changshou accepted it with both hands, lowering his gaze. Within the jade, a wisp of spiritual energy swirled, and at its center, a bold and intricate character gleamed—

“JUN.”

Elder Wan Linjun said fiercely, “Just tell them I said it—going forward, the lineage of Xiaoqiong Peak is under my protection. Not just anyone can reprimand or criticize them!”

Warmth filled Li Changshou’s heart as he hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

He knew this elder wasn’t scheming anything—there was nothing on Xiaoqiong Peak worth scheming for.

Elder Wan Linjun had simply been reclusive for many years and was out of touch with worldly affairs.

—Earlier, when Li Changshou and the other elders had been making a show of giving each other face, Wan Linjun had taken it at face value, believing that Li Changshou was genuinely being scolded by the sect.

His escape techniques were looked down upon by his fellow disciples.

His expertise in poisons was also frowned upon…

Li Changshou mused that perhaps this incident had stirred up old memories for Elder Wan Linjun, causing his rare display of emotion.

The elder’s leg injury had been inflicted by his own master. The reason? Wan Linjun had delved deeply into the study of poisons, which his master condemned as heretical, a disgrace to the path of alchemy.

For tens of thousands of years, Wan Linjun had immersed himself in toxicology, all to prove his master wrong.

Poison is merely another property of medicine.

This phrase was inscribed at the end of every treatise he had written on the subject.

Yet, when Wan Linjun finally used his mastery of poisons to save the Du Immortal Sect from an onslaught of demons ten thousand years ago, his master had already passed away…

Gripping the jade token tightly, Li Changshou bowed deeply in respect.

“This disciple thanks Elder for your care.”