The Daily Task of Preventing My Disciple from Turning to the Dark Side Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Before Mu Chen could make any move, the female disciple sitting in the fourth position from the Sixth Palace suddenly spoke up, “Many disciples of Xiuyang Palace carry Mu-shixiong’s portrait with them. Whoever dares to disrespect shixiong’s face today, the female disciples of Xiuyang Palace will not agree.” Her voice held a certain authority, pleasantly resonating amidst the elderly gentlemen, causing a moment of silence in the hall.

Mu Chen: “…” What purpose does a disciple of the First Palace have for carrying his portrait? To ward off spirits?

Beside the female disciple stood an earnest-looking man, who, seeing the disapproving gazes of the surrounding old gentlemen, tactfully reminded her, “Shidi, you are after all the Palace Master of the First Palace. Maintain some decorum.” While this statement sounded accurate, upon closer reflection, it bore a different undertone – a reminder to everyone not to forget their own identities. Dissent? Keep it to themselves!

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Liu Hanzhi, the Palace Master of Hanyang Palace, had reached the mid-stage of Nascent Soul realm in cultivation. He entered the Chongyun Sect alongside Mu Chen. A fierce swordsman who resorted to violence at the slightest provocation, his swordsmanship was ruthless, yet he had never been affected by inner demons, a testament to his unwavering will.

To liken the sect’s treasured artifact to a mere broken bell, no one dared to object. The sword in his hand exuded a chilling frost, his aura menacing. Considering his fearsome reputation, no one wished to invite trouble.

An elderly man quickly stood up and smiled, “If we exchange the Soul-Protecting Bell with Elder Mu’s pills, we are not opposed. However, there is a condition: when the Chongyun Sect has need of it, the Soul-Protecting Bell must be surrendered.”

Mu Chen sensed their hesitation, growing even more discontented. None of his disciples dared to voice their opinions when he spoke, but everything he said faced doubts. Were they treating him as a reclusive alchemist who avoided deep interactions with people?

Very well, this was provoking! It seemed he hadn’t given them a proper beating yet, if they thought he was an easy target.

A flash of white, and Mu Chen was already seated in his place. Sitting there, he keenly observed the expressions below, and Mu Chen couldn’t help but sneer coldly. Compared to that pseudo-gentleman, these hypocritical old folks weren’t adept at concealing their true selves. Since when did this sect need them to decide when they were needed? Did they think he lacked a brain?

Mu Chen disdainfully sized up the others and finally spoke, “You’re not qualified to talk to me. Have your Shifu come forward.”

“You… I have been disrespectful,” the cave master was also left with no face by Mu Chen. Clenching his teeth, he sat down in his seat, his face flushed with anger. Mu Chen’s seniority truly irritated him to the point of teeth-gritting annoyance.

Learning from the earlier incident, everyone had to consider their words more carefully.

After a period of silence, a Palace Master stood up with a courteous gesture, asking, “If an exchange is not possible, what plans does Elder Mu have?”

Observing the greed concealed in the other’s eyes, Mu Chen responded with a nonchalant tone, “I’ve heard that the Huanyuan Sect possesses a certain qin with an exceptional melody.” His leisurely tone carried a clear implication – he didn’t necessarily need the Soul-Protecting Bell. He could use elixirs to trade for something he desired in other sects. Such matters were nothing new to him; as long as his conscience was clear, Mu Chen never minded breaking some rules.

Mu Chen’s statement undoubtedly provided the discontented elders with a counterargument. The cave master, whose face had been shamed earlier, muttered softly, “Is he planning to betray the sect?”

Even though the room was filled with cultivators of high cultivation, his voice was still audible. All eyes turned to Mu Chen, a hint of anticipating drama in their gazes.

The five individuals in the front seats all had unpleasant expressions, and the subtle snoring-like sound seemed to have disappeared. Liu Hanzhi’s hand rested on his sword hilt, while Yue Mingze’s expression darkened. However, Mu Chen was quicker than them all.

With a swift motion, his white sleeve lashed out directly at the other’s face. This action was fiercely aggressive, clearly intending to threaten the other’s life.

To use one as an example to warn the rest!

They dared not defy Bai Xunrong but dared to defy him. Did they think he was easier to bully than a woman? Mu Chen snorted coldly, his eyes brimming with a murderous intent. If his authority didn’t stand today, they might view him as weak and vulnerable tomorrow, and his disciples would be looked down upon.

Thinking of how Gu Yunjue’s sensitive nature in his past life had led to his twisted fascination with killing, Mu Chen’s patience wore thin. In this life, he would protect his young disciple and not let him suffer unjustly.

Sensing this familiar surge of spiritual power, Gu Yunjue, who was sitting on the windowsill swinging his legs and putting on an innocent face, looked towards the main peak. His eyes, as deep as ink, held a touch of concern. His little Master was involved in a fight. Who was it? Who dared to stain his pure and fair hands?

Mu Chen suddenly changed his demeanor. Before anyone could react, he directly struck the other with his spiritual power. The opponent’s face landed on the ground, blood spurting out with a “puh.” He was completely bewildered, apparently not expecting Mu Chen to make a move right here.

Yet, it didn’t end there. With a flicker of his slender, lustrous fingers, numerous white flames suddenly emerged around Mu Chen. They didn’t seem to emit any heat, but their appearance distorted the space. With each of Mu Chen’s movements, these flames gathered around him like a swarm of butterflies. In the blink of an eye, they multiplied into countless numbers. Each one seemed to possess a life of its own as they descended upon the fallen cultivator. In an instant, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator was incinerated to ashes. A tiny figure identical to the fallen cultivator appeared, but Yue Mingze saw that the flames showed no sign of stopping and hurriedly interjected, “Spare his life!”

Mu Chen snapped his fingers, extinguishing the flames and giving Yue Mingze face in the process.

Everyone present was stunned by the stunning and surreal scene before them. When they looked at Mu Chen again, their gaze had completely changed. These white flames were said to be one of the three ancient primordial flames, the Nine Yang Netherfire! To be burned by these flames meant even one’s divine soul would leave no trace. Mu Chen had actually tamed this divine artifact! The rumors were true!

Furthermore, Mu Chen’s control over spiritual power was nearly abnormal. He made the flames take on a corporeal form, like they had lives of their own. This was not a level of talent that could be described as ‘genius’.

How old was he now? Just a hundred years, and he could already exhibit Nascent Soul stage-level spiritual power!

Yue Mingze’s hand hidden in his sleeve trembled, realizing that his Master seemed even more terrifying after exiting seclusion. His Master had never done things like randomly killing people before.

Mu Chen’s indifferent gaze swept coldly over the faces of the people present, his voice chilling as he said, “Anyone who doesn’t understand the four words ‘respect the master and emphasize the way’, stand up.”

Seeing that no one spoke, Mu Chen sneered disdainfully, labeling them all as deserving of a beating. Indeed, if they didn’t listen, a good thrashing was always effective.

After sparing the life of the cave master, Yue Mingze sighed with relief. He was well aware of Mu Chen’s temper. When Mu Chen wasn’t provoked, he maintained a cold and noble air, indifferent to everything. But if angered, he sought retribution without hesitation, capable of anything. Someone in the room had tried to test Mu Chen’s attitude, which had clearly annoyed him. Based on what he’d just seen, Mu Chen had actually wanted to kill the individual. Killing a cave master was no small matter. While they might have been able to restrain him the first time, it wasn’t guaranteed they could do so again. If another conflict arose, Yue Mingze was certain Mu Chen would even dare to kill these peak masters. That would make things harder to manage.

He couldn’t continue to stand by either. Yue Mingze stepped forward, shaking his sleeve and assuming the role of the Sect Master once more. With a serious expression, he announced, “The Soul-Protecting Bell will be exchanged for two Merging Pill. Elder Li and those below him shall meditate for a hundred years at the Reflection Peak. Any further incidents will be dealt with severely.”

Just as someone was about to object to Yue Mingze, Mu Chen made a cold “hmph” sound. The chilly tone carried a subtle hint of killing intent. Underneath, the people fell silent, obedient.

Mu Chen reaffirmed his conclusion: They truly deserved a beating!

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Having gone with Yue Mingze to the forbidden area to retrieve the Soul-Protecting Bell, Mu Chen returned to Yanyang Palace. There, Gu Yunjue was patiently waiting for him in his small attic. Seeing his young disciple in a different outfit, Mu Chen nodded in satisfaction. His young disciple was indeed good-looking; anything he wore suited him.

Seeing that his bothersome monkey hadn’t been brought back, Gu Yunjue narrowed his eyes into a smile at Mu Chen.

In Mu Chen’s eyes, his young disciple appeared truly innocent. When he smiled, there were no ulterior motives behind it. This expression was utterly heartwarming, brightening his mood considerably. He casually picked up his young disciple, gave him a toss into the air, and caught him again with his slender, immaculate hand. Then, he tossed him once more…

After being tossed seven or eight times, Gu Yunjue had started to feel a bit dizzy. His small body couldn’t handle Mu Chen’s antics. He quickly grabbed onto Mu Chen’s sleeve, fearing that he might be tossed out again. He called out in a mix of laughter and exasperation, “Shifu…”

Mu Chen’s face remained stern, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. “Lift higher.”

Jing Ming looked at Gu Yunjue with envy. He also wanted to be lifted up high by the Palace Master!

Gu Yunjue: “…”

Rewarding his young disciple with a gesture of affection, Mu Chen’s good mood prompted him to glance around the room. He wasn’t particularly concerned with the objects in his daily life; as long as they were functional, they were sufficient. However, he remembered that his young disciple seemed to have a fondness for luxurious items. He addressed Jing Ting, “Go to the Treasure Pavilion and pick out some furniture. Replace the junk in here.” He had to satisfy his young disciple’s preferences from a young age, lest he felt deprived in his youth and desired more when he grew up.

Jing Ting gave Gu Yunjue a complex look and then left with a cold expression.

In no time, all the items in Gu Yunjue’s room had been replaced. Each piece emitted a faint white light, indicating their extraordinary quality. Gu Yunjue looked around and immediately recognized these rare spiritual tools.

Even the tables and chairs were made from the Qingyang wood that grew in the demonic realm’s Sinful Valley. They had the ability to dispel inner demons and nourish the soul. A small piece of this wood was worth thousands of spirit stones outside, yet his Master had casually used it for furniture. By the window, there was a black ancient qin emitting a dim, bluish glow – an actual magical treasure.

Mu Chen asked gently, “Do you like it?”

Gu Yunjue went over and played a few discordant notes on the qin. His lips curved up slightly, and he softly praised, “I like it, Master is the best.”

Hearing this, Mu Chen felt like every hair on his body had been gently stroked. Sweet-talking kids were truly the best to listen to. He reached out and ruffled Gu Yunjue’s hair, once again lifting him up high – a playful gesture.

Gu Yunjue: “…”

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Irresponsible mini theater:

Gu Yunjue: “Master, let me teach you the proper way to lift me up high. Your hands around my neck, and my legs around your waist…”

Mu Chen: “I’ll kill you, you little scoundrel!!!”

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