Immortal Me Can Infinitely Add Points For Myself

　　The clouds weren't thick today.

　　Chen Xia stood under the wall, waiting for the cute little girl to pass by. But he didn't go up to greet her. He just looked at the little girl a couple of times.

　　The little girl also saw him. She quickly patted her somewhat old skirt, put her little hands together, and bowed respectfully to Chen Xia, shouting in a cute voice.

　　"Hello, senior brother."

　　Although she was the youngest and last disciple taken in, theoretically, she was one generation higher than other registered disciples. But no matter who Xia Chan met, she would say hello to them as "senior brother".

　　She was a very polite little girl.

　　Chen Xia nodded as a response and then asked with a smile, "Where are you going?"

　　Xia Chan straightened her expression, pointed ahead, and said seriously, "The cafeteria is serving food. I have to hurry up to grab some, or there will be no food left."

　　"Then why did you stop to greet me?" Chen Xia asked curiously.

　　"It won't delay, it won't delay." The little girl shook her head, but then quickly frowned. "But now it's delayed."

　　However, even though she said that, little Chan'er still didn't leave first. She thought it would be impolite.

　　"Then hurry up. It's not good if it delays your meal." Chen Xia was very understanding.

　　Little Chan'er quickly nodded and bowed again. "Thank you, senior brother."

　　After saying that, she quickly ran away with her unsteady steps. She must really be under pressure to grab food.

　　Chen Xia couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. Even such a little girl had such motivation. He couldn't be so lazy anymore. He had to increase his daily training amount.

　　So he did a squat.

　　Whew.

　　He felt like he was getting stronger.

　　Besides grabbing food every day, there was one more thing that little Chan'er must do, which was to pay respects to the Great Celestial Venerable in the main hall.

　　Other senior brothers would also pay respects, but probably not as devoutly and seriously as Xia Chan.

　　Because the others didn't really believe it. Could they really get blessings just by bowing a few times to this so-called statue of the Great Celestial Venerable?

　　Probably not.

　　They hadn't seen anyone who had good luck after bowing. On the contrary, the eldest senior brother who used to be the most devout in bowing was now imprisoned in the back room.

　　It was estimated that it was already a bit difficult for him to survive.

　　Currently, these disciples paying respects to the statue of the Great Celestial Venerable were just going through the motions. They didn't really have any devout thoughts in their hearts.

　　Among them, the ones who were the most devout in paying respects to the Great Celestial Venerable should be the mortals in the world. Only mortals would attribute their life, death, blessings, and misfortunes to the Great Celestial Venerable.

　　Little Chan'er paid respects seriously, patted her sleeves, and planned to turn around and go back. She had to hurry up for the evening meal, or it would be all grabbed by the senior brothers.

　　Just as she reached the door, she was stopped by someone. It was a man in black with a somewhat pale face.

　　"Second... Second senior brother." Little Chan'er called out with a slightly trembling voice and took two steps back involuntarily.

　　"Why don't you greet me like you do to the other senior brothers?" The man in black narrowed his eyes and questioned.

　　Little Chan'er quickly put her hands together and bowed respectfully to the man in black, shouting at the same time.

　　"Hello, second senior brother."

　　"Bullshit." The man in black cursed. He looked at little Chan'er with gloomy eyes and continued to curse.

　　"I'm the eldest senior brother. You're really stupid from eating too much. You can even say something like 'second senior brother'. You're not allowed to eat today. Kneel here in the main hall and reflect in front of the Great Celestial Venerable!"

　　"Okay." Little Chan'er lowered her head, twisted her hands in front of her body, and replied in a muffled voice.

　　The man in black finally cursed, "Wild thing!" and then turned around and left.

　　Little Chan'er was left alone in the main hall. She sobbed twice, quickly sniffed back her snot, wiped her tears with her sleeves, turned around, and quietly knelt down under the statue of the Great Celestial Venerable.

　　In the middle of the night, little Chan'er's stomach growled disobediently. She was a bit hungry.

　　The little girl shook her head, forcing herself not to think about food, but she still couldn't stop the pain in her stomach from hunger.

　　She pouted, looking very aggrieved. Her eyes were filled with tears, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

　　In the back room, Yun Miao opened the coffin that Chen Xia had sent. His eyes widened, and a rare look of horror appeared on his face.

　　There was an even smaller coffin inside this coffin, so small that it was just big enough to hold a four or five-year-old child.

　　He gritted his teeth and looked worriedly at the pitch-black night.

　　The second day of the first lunar month was not far away. He hoped that nothing would go wrong.

　　Chen Xia sat on the eaves of the roof, ready to watch the excitement.

　　The flowing mist gathered and swirled around. The charming woman walked barefoot on the ground with a cruel smile on her face, about to open the door of the main hall.

　　Before killing the disobedient big dog, she had to kill the little dog first to make the big dog's mind in turmoil.

　　She had a charming smile on her face, with some snow-white fur on her face, which made her look a bit creepy.

　　Her slender fingers had already quietly touched the door, and she was about to push it open in the next second.

　　"Could you knock on the door first?" A calm voice asked her.

　　The woman's bright red vertical pupils contracted and quickly glanced sideways to the back.

　　Suddenly, a hand grasped her head, suppressing her sideways glance with overwhelming force, and said at the same time.

　　"Don't look at what you're not supposed to."

　　The woman didn't dare to turn her head anymore. The huge force on her head was irresistible to her. It seemed that as long as this hand wanted to, it could completely twist off her head in the next second.

　　"Who are you?" The woman forced herself to suppress her fear and asked.

　　"The Great Celestial Venerable." Chen Xia told the truth.

　　"Hehe, you're really good at joking." The woman laughed. Seeing that this hand didn't kill her immediately, she got bolder for a moment and asked again.

　　"What do you want by grasping my head?"

　　The calm voice didn't change its tone and continued, "I want you to go back and don't kill a little girl who has no power to fight back."

　　"You're really a saint. I'm almost believing that you're the Great Celestial Venerable." The woman laughed again, with a bit of sarcasm in her tone.

　　Suddenly, the hand grasping her head increased its strength and directly lifted the woman up.

　　"You'd better be polite to me." The calm voice said unhurriedly.

　　The woman's pupils were filled with horror. She quickly nodded. "I'll go back right away!"

　　She really didn't shed tears until seeing the coffin.

　　"Get lost." The voice finally said, and along with the hand grasping the woman's head, they both disappeared.

　　The woman was panting heavily, with an uncertain and suspicious look on her face. She looked around but didn't see any movement.

　　She gritted her teeth and quickly retreated, not daring to stay any longer.

　　Little Chan'er was kneeling in the main hall, her body trembling constantly. Hearing the voices of the conversation outside, she immediately bowed devoutly to the statue of the Great Celestial Venerable again, murmuring.

　　"Thank you, Great Celestial Venerable. Thank you, Great Celestial Venerable."

　　Chen Xia sat on the roof, propping up his head, calculating the time. The second day of the first lunar month was coming soon, just next month, and there weren't many days left in this month.

　　He could wait for the good show to begin!

　　The climax of the story was about to unfold, and he should also have some insights from it.

　　Waiting for the firecrackers to go off, for the Spring Festival couplets to be pasted up symmetrically, and for people to put on red clothes.

　　Yun Miao opened his master's coffin, took out a sword from the bones, straightened his clothes, and then held the sword...

　　Stepped out of the threshold.