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

Mu Chen did not see how the others reacted to him. Looking at the water mirror that showed a child rolling around in the mud like a monkey, he was glad that he had taken his own disciple away. With his disciple’s injury he would not have been able to climb the mountain.

Among the elders in the hall, a female cultivator was pleasantly surprised to see Mu Chen and made a sound: “Yi!” (TN: Just an exclamation.)

Mu Chen heard the sound and looked at the source. Four people were seated in a row with her, one was sleeping while the other three were watching him. Mu Chen never thought he would see the four of them sitting together.

“Greetings to Shishu!” Yue Ming Ze and his three companions stood up, cupping their hands in a polite salute.

Mu Chen then thought of the time when Yue Ming Ze took over as sect master, there was a lot of infighting by dissatisfied members. All of the other lords of the six main peaks, except for Mu Chen, banded together to support Yue Ming Ze. Thinking of this, Mu Chen is a little ashamed. The things he cares about are too few. In the previous life, he didn’t even appear in this assembly. Looking at the reaction of the people here today, it seems like they think its more normal for him not to attend.

Yue Ming Ze politely asks: “What matter brings you here, Shishu?”

Yue Ming Ze seems to be his early twenties. Seniority is overturned, there is chaos in the ranks since he was obviously the youngest in his generation but is sitting on the highest seat. Perhaps to look more dignified and older, he dresses in a severe style - a white long unlined close-fitting robe, a green coat, and holding a jade ruler. However, his face has dimples and looks childish, unreliable, and easy to bully. In addition, his cultivation is not very high compared to the other elders in the sect. This has frequently provoked trouble in the Cloud Gate Sect.

Seeing the very young Yue Ming Ze, Mu Chen sighed in his heart. If the first generation elder had not been so anxious to break through a bottleneck, Yue Ming Ze would not have been saddled with so much responsibility at such a young age. It’s really a heavy burden.

Before his rebirth, Gu Yunjue’s actions had frightened the cultivators and this group had pushed the blame on Mu Chen, claiming that he was the one who taught the evil person, therefore he should be executed to keep the world safe. If Cloud Gate sect were to protect him, they would become the enemies of the entire cultivation world.

At that time Yue Ming Ze, after a hundred years of painstaking efforts, was finally in power, with a firm foundation. When various people wanted to kill Mu Chen just to vent their anger, Mu Chen was handed over but the usually leisurely and carefree sect master defended his Shishu (Martial Uncle). He unexpectedly transformed from a weak cultivator to a strong sect master who dared to confront even the entire community of cultivators.

With these events in mind, Mu Chen felt that he had really been too selfish, not contributing much at all to the sect. Since he now had the opportunity to rebirth, then all his regrets can be resolved. From now on he would help his martial nephew guard Cloud Gate sect, those who threatened it would all die! Every one of them, burned to death!

Yue Ming Ze sees Mu Chen just looking at him and not speaking so he is subconsciously intimidated, silently swallowing his saliva. He was not afraid of anyone but in front of Shishu his face became a bit red. Yue Ming Ze cried a bit nervously: “Shishu?”

Mu Chen helplessly looked back at him, his tone abrupt: “I want to discuss something with you.”

He took out two jade bottles from his spatial storage ring. “Here are two pills. It can help a cultivator break through to the Power Boosting stage. I want to exchange them for something.” (TN: I cannot translate 可以给门内再添两位合体期的大能 precisely but basically the two pills are extremely valuable to cultivators.)

Inside the hall it’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop, as all of the elders are listening to their talk.