At the edge of the Dragon Whisker River, the sword forge exuded a formidable aura that pierced the heavens. The clang of the hammer resonated in the ears of the demon race, a deafening roar that threatened to shatter their courage.

Recently, the gazes of almost all cultivators within Dragon Spring Prefecture were involuntarily drawn to the smithy. The newly built pavilions and towers on the mountain peak, and the precariously high rope bridge spanning between the two mountains, were frequently crowded with Qi Refinement cultivators. They gazed afar at the sword-forging spectacle emanating from the sword forge, speculating whether the Saint Ruan Qiong’s success in forging the divine weapon would trigger a celestial phenomenon. Even the penal laborers of the Lu Clan Dynasty and the Great Li soldiers supervising these remnants of the fallen kingdom were caught up in the discussions, conjecturing about the potential ramifications.

As the sword-forging clamor surged abruptly today, coupled with the agitation of the wild cultivators and demon races on the mountain, even some mountain and water sprites with insufficient cultivation, despite the invisible protection of the local terrain’s fortune, felt as if they were trapped in a furnace, enduring unbearable torment. Therefore, everyone believed that the crucial moment had arrived, and the success or failure of the divine weapon hinged on this very instant.

In the Bamboo Lodge of the Fallen Phoenix Mountain, Chen Ping An had made all the necessary preparations for his formal departure to the ferry at Mount Firmiana. On their previous tour of the subordinate territories led by Wei Bo, they had seen Mount Firmiana, a mountain whose summit had been leveled, leaving an open space spanning four or five li. Wei Bo had tantalized them at the time, without fully explaining the nature of the ferry that allowed cultivators to travel leisurely afar, or the great ship that would transport them.

Ruan Xiu’s parting gift was a package of peach blossom cakes, which Chen Ping An naturally accepted with gratitude. Actually, he had previously entrusted Wei Bo to raise the matter of gifting Treasure Record Mountain to Ruan Xiu with Ruan Qiong. However, Wei Bo returned to the Bamboo Lodge crestfallen and disheveled. He said that Ruan Qiong, upon hearing the idea, had flown into a rage, rewarding Wei Bo with a single word, “Scram!” And his response to Chen Ping An was slightly more elaborate, “Tell that brat to get lost and stay lost.”

Chen Ping An had no choice but to abandon the idea, realizing that he had misjudged the situation. After all, a truly heartfelt gesture could not be forced unilaterally. Therefore, he decided to shelve the matter for the time being. The Green-Clad Boy often said that those who roamed the martial world valued a long-term perspective when it came to settling debts and grievances. Chen Ping An thought this sentiment was quite “elegant and reasonable,” and decided that there would be ample opportunities to repay the Ruan family in the future, so there was no need to rush.

Nevertheless, Chen Ping An did put some thought into it. After seriously discussing it with the Green-Clad Boy and the Pink-Skirt Girl, and determining that there were no major problems, he made up his mind to trouble Wei Bo once more, asking the Northern Mountain Deity to hire two skilled pastry chefs. After he left Dragon Spring Prefecture, they would be invited to set up shop in the Year-End Money Shop on Riding Dragon Lane, and the two little ones would inform Miss Ruan Xiu that she could enjoy pastries from their shop free of charge in the future.

Regarding the matter of traveling south, both the Green-Clad Boy and the Pink-Skirt Girl wanted to accompany him. One feared that without Chen Ping An’s protection, someone might punch his head off tomorrow, and Chen Ping An would have to burn incense for him at his grave when he returned home. The other was the Unfettered River Serpent, who had already broken through the first realm and yearned to return to the martial world to roam freely. He wanted to reclaim all the face and heroic spirit he had lost in Dragon Spring County from the outside world.

As for the Pink-Skirt Girl, she completely regarded herself as a little maidservant, worried that her master would have no one to serve him throughout the year. She felt that she would be filled with remorse if she remained idle on the Fallen Phoenix Mountain.

However, Chen Ping An had refused both of them.

The Green-Clad Boy went through all the motions of crying, causing trouble, threatening suicide, jumping off cliffs, and kneeling, but Chen Ping An managed to persuade him to continue cultivating in the Bamboo Lodge. Fortunately, the Green-Clad Boy now had a good relationship with the Chess Mound Mountain Black Serpent, often running over to brag and chat, and even forcibly recognized the Black Serpent as his brother. Although the Black Serpent had never transformed into human form, his scheming and ambition were far beyond the Green-Clad Boy’s capabilities. In the end, this Unfettered River Serpent, who had left his hometown, was only a juvenile among the Flood Dragons, despite his extraordinary talent. He had never received guidance from a wise master or been cultivated by a sect. Even the chivalrous spirit he admired seemed somewhat childish and willful in the eyes of the Pink-Skirt Girl, who had read countless books.

However, after spending so much time together, the Green-Clad Boy had smoothed out many of his rough edges. Coupled with his good nature, Chen Ping An was quite relieved about him, only reminding him not to bully the Pink-Skirt Girl. The Green-Clad Boy patted his chest, making a loud thumping sound, saying that he would never bully a little girl.

Everything was ready.

Wei Bo secretly pointed to the second floor of the house and asked with a smile, “Is everything settled? Do you want to say goodbye to the old senior?”

Chen Ping An nodded and turned to knock on the door. “I’m leaving.”

The barefooted old man sat cross-legged inside the room, his words filled with indignation. “Won’t you reconsider?”

Chen Ping An shook his head and said, “I can’t delay any longer. I have to leave immediately.”

The old man snorted coldly and said, “Coward!”

Chen Ping An was helpless and turned to Wei Bo. “Let’s head to Mount Firmiana.”

Ruan Xiu stood by the railing, gently waving goodbye.

Chen Ping An was still wearing his favorite straw sandals, carrying the newly forged longsword wrapped tightly in cotton cloth, with the vermilion sword-nourishing gourd hanging from his waist, and a locust wood sword strapped to his back. He had nothing else.

He wanted to say something to Ruan Xiu, but felt that it was superfluous. He scratched his head and said softly, “Miss Ruan, take care.”

The green-clad girl’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she nodded with a smile.

Chen Ping An exhorted the two little ones, “From now on, cultivate diligently on the Fallen Phoenix Mountain. If you encounter any trouble, don’t be rash. We didn’t spend much money on the mountain except for buying it, so don’t worry too much about it. I’ve told Mountain Deity Wei that if it’s really necessary, you can use your supernatural powers to move the Bamboo Lodge to Shroud Cloud Mountain and hide inside. You’ll be safe there. And the old senior will help watch over the Bamboo Lodge, so you don’t have to worry too much.”

This babbling Chen Ping An was the first time the Green-Clad Boy didn’t find annoying.

The Pink-Skirt Girl clutched her master’s sleeve, tears streaming down her delicate face, reluctant to part with him.

Chen Ping An turned to look around. He was leaving in such a hurry that he didn’t have time to go to the ancestral home in Mud Bottle Lane, or even to his parents’ graves. Chen Ping An would be lying if he said he didn’t have any regrets, but there was nothing he could do. Chen Ping An knew what was important.
It must be known that my departure southward this time to deliver the sword was a scheme orchestrated by Old Yang, Ruan Qiong, and Wei Bo. Because Old Yang was a Golden Incense Little Man, he made a deal with Chen Ping’an, or more precisely, with Master Qi, to help Chen Ping’an stay away from troubled waters. As for the reason, the meaning of “trouble,” Li Xisheng had previously said, “This place is not suitable for a long stay,” and Chen Ping’an deeply believed it.

Wei Bo reached out and pressed on Chen Ping’an’s shoulder, “You might feel a little dizzy.”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “Okay.”

Having gone through the tempering of the Three Realms, Chen Ping’an was practically flirting with death every day. For him, enduring hardship had become commonplace.

It was like thinking that he wouldn’t have to practice boxing today, tomorrow, or ever again. There was a trace of normal human relief, but more than that, there was an emptiness in his heart.

Chen Ping’an looked at Ruan Xiu and the two little fellows, “I’m leaving!”

Wei Bo and Chen Ping’an’s figures suddenly vanished without a sound, not even a breeze appearing under the eaves of the corridor.

Beside the railing, the girl in the pink dress whispered, “Sister Ruan, my Master will definitely miss you.”

The boy in green was chewing on a common snake gallstone, earnestly talking nonsense, “That’s right, Master dreams of calling for Miss Xiu Xiu every day, it’s so embarrassing.”

Ruan Xiu naturally didn’t take it seriously, but she still smiled happily.

Wei Bo and Chen Ping’an appeared at the foot of Wutong Mountain in a secluded mountain forest. Wei Bo told Chen Ping’an to wait for a moment, and soon returned with a strange locust wood scabbard, capable of holding two swords at the same time, shaped like a twin-sword box, allowing Chen Ping’an to place the long sword from his bosom and the locust wood sword from his back into it.

Thus, Chen Ping’an became a wandering swordsman carrying two swords, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, possessing quite a bit of Jianghu aura.

Wei Bo walked around Chen Ping’an, smiling, “Oh, you actually look quite handsome.”

Chen Ping’an grinned.

He followed Wei Bo up the mountain.

Because the Thirty Fists Divine Man Drumming Style had become Thirty-One Fists, the extra fist had gradually made Chen Ping’an’s fist intent become more restrained and steady.

It was the same principle as a sword entering its sheath.

Wei Bo was still dressed in a wide-sleeved white robe, while Chen Ping’an carried swords and a gourd, one a graceful immortal, the other a youthful swordsman.

Chen Ping’an hesitated, but ultimately couldn’t help but ask, “Wei Bo, is the town very dangerous?”

Wei Bo nodded, “Imagine many Flood Dragons simultaneously rushing into a small pond, of course, they will casually swing their heads and tails, stirring up monstrous waves. A random wave crashing down could shatter a Fifth Realm Qi cultivator into pieces. As for you, although you are not a key figure of concern for certain big shots, as long as you are in this game, even if you are the most inconspicuous chess piece on the board, your life and death will be out of your control. Therefore, Old Yang is right to have you leave Dragon Spring County immediately. It’s good that you understand and don’t object.”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “I originally wanted to go out and wander around, and I’m taking this opportunity to temper my martial arts and strive to find a chance to break through on my own.”

Wei Bo curiously asked, “The old senior in the bamboo building is still sulking, did you refuse something?”

Chen Ping’an was unwilling to elaborate, as it involved the old man’s privacy, but considering Wei Bo’s hard work during this period, plus his relationship with A’Liang, and Wei Bo’s frankness, Chen Ping’an didn’t mind selecting some things he could say, softly saying, “I only know that a remarkable Taoist immortal has come to the town. The old senior said he wanted to give me a great opportunity, to watch his battle with that immortal, and comprehend the true meaning of fist intent, comprehending as much as I could, perhaps allowing me to enter the Fourth Realm in one go, and lay the most solid foundation for the Fourth Realm.”

Chen Ping’an paused for a moment, “I asked the old senior how much chance of winning he had. The old senior was very frank, saying he had less than one chance in ten of winning, that he would undoubtedly lose, because he hasn’t been able to return to the peak of martial arts yet, and even if he did, he still wouldn’t have a chance of winning. I was very puzzled at the time, since he was bound to lose, why would he still fight this battle? The senior said that his biggest wish in this life was to fight a certain Taoist known as the most capable fighter, only then would his life be without regrets. Since that uninvited guest is closely related to that ‘True Invincible’ Taoist, he would fight him first, to weigh his own capabilities, in order to know how big the gap between them really is. As for helping me enter the Fourth Realm, and giving me an opportunity, the old man also said it was just a side effect.”

Chen Ping’an mocked himself, “Of course I had selfish motives, I didn’t dare to cause too much trouble because of this fight, making you and Old Yang and Master Ruan busy in vain, and I especially didn’t want… didn’t want Master Qi to be disappointed. So I also directly told the old senior my thoughts. The old man was angry, but he didn’t beat me, he just scolded me for being more timid than a grain of rice. He scolded his, I persuaded mine, advising him to wait until he returned to the peak of martial arts before fighting, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy himself. The old senior could listen to these words, although he didn’t say it, he probably felt that if he couldn’t use his full strength, it would be a real regret. So in the end, he gave up the idea of fighting, but he didn’t give me a good look, you heard it before in the bamboo building, he’s still angry.”

Chen Ping’an suddenly smiled knowingly, “Actually, the old senior is like an old child.”

Wei Bo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, if they had really fought, everything would have been over.

Luckily Chen Ping’an didn’t covet that opportunity to enter the Fourth Realm, otherwise Wei Bo could guess the ending with his butt, the old man would die without regrets, this shattered骊珠洞天, would shake and crumble, revealing many unspeakable secrets, and then there would be a bloody scramble for benefits, Chen Ping’an, who was already the “first move” in the game, would definitely not have a good ending.

As for Wei Bo, the Dali National Preceptor Cui Chan, Ruan Qiong, Xie Shi Cao Xi, the Mohist Xu Ruo, the old Flood Dragon Cheng Shui Dong from Linlu Academy, etc., none of them would be able to escape, all of them would be swept into it. Their life or death, like Chen Ping’an’s current situation, was out of their control, all depending on fate and luck.

As for the thirty-odd mountain peaks, how many would be left in the end was hard to say, but a tall tree attracts the wind, and Piyun Mountain, which was only one step away from becoming Dali’s Northern Mountain, would undoubtedly collapse completely. The true immortal powers, moving mountains and overturning seas, are not just exaggerated words.

Wei Bo, who was still feeling lingering fear, stopped and heavily patted Chen Ping’an’s shoulder, “Chen Ping’an, if I had known this, I wouldn’t have charged you a single copper coin for the medicinal herbs!”
Chen Ping’an was taken aback for a moment, then smiled brightly and said, “There’s still time to return my money now.”

Wei Bo pretended to rummage through his sleeves.

Chen Ping’an quietly waited for him to take out the money, not even slightly refusing.

Wei Bo laughed in exasperation, “Chen Ping’an, this is no fun at all!”

Chen Ping’an laughed heartily, patted the wine gourd on his waist, “This is enough!”

Wei Bo put his arm around Chen Ping’an’s shoulder and started climbing the mountain like that, “I knew it, you, Chen Ping’an, are never stingy with your friends.”

Chen Ping’an held back for a long time, only managing to squeeze out a wrinkled “Thanks.”

Wei Bo feigned the resentful look of a young maiden in her boudoir, “Friends don’t mention thanks, it hurts the relationship, it’s like mentioning money between lovers.”

Chen Ping’an suddenly understood.

He felt that this principle should be well remembered, and engraved on bamboo slips later.

In the future, when he saw Miss Ning at Upside-down Mountain, he must never mention anything about money.

This is called putting knowledge into practice.

Wei Bo is now a well-known and illustrious figure, plus he’s a mountain deity who truly wields power. How many are as easy to talk to as Wei Bo? Therefore, he’s very popular, even Chen Ping’an can see that those Qi refiners and mountain-opening cultivators who greet Wei Bo feel close to him from the bottom of their hearts.

All the way up the mountain, greetings were constant. Wei Bo didn’t stop much, but he would respond with a smile and a few jokes, bringing bursts of laughter.

During that time, there was also a rogue cultivator demon whose bootlicking skills were no weaker than the blue-robed page’s. He insisted on leading the way for the Great Mountain God Wei, but Wei Bo kicked him away with a smile and a curse. That rogue cultivator wasn’t annoyed at all, but rather proud of it. He looked at the dashing figure of the white-clothed mountain god, his face full of joy.

But as they approached the ferry at the top of Wutong Mountain, Wei Bo said softly with a smile, “Chen Ping’an, this kind of seemingly sincere and amiable attitude is actually fake. You can accept it, but don’t take it too seriously. If I, Wei Bo, were still the land deity of Qidun Mountain, it would be difficult to even say a word to them. Of course, being able to be so harmonious is still a good thing in the end.”

Chen Ping’an silently kept it in mind.

The edge of the ferry on Wutong Mountain was a newly constructed high platform, built with pure white jade stones. Dozens of Qi refiners dressed in various ways had already gathered there, as well as some brightly dressed women, children, and the elderly. The latter should be immortal families who had bought mountain peaks and came to observe, and were now about to return home. When the two groups saw Wei Bo and Chen Ping’an, they actively greeted them warmly. Wei Bo knew each person’s name and family like the back of his hand, and his handling of people was impeccable, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Chen Ping’an didn’t deliberately speak, but simply kept the details in his eyes. He felt a little envious and admiring. This kind of kindness and pleasant conversation was definitely not something that Wei Bo could explain by saying that he was the “North Mountain God.”

Regarding Chen Ping’an’s journey south, Wei Bo glossed over it in a lighthearted tone, saying that Chen Ping’an had a relative in the south and was also visiting some friends, such as He Xiaoliang of the Divine Edict Sect in South Stream Kingdom, and Liu Baqiao of Thunderclap Garden. Chen Ping’an was covered in cold sweat listening to this. What nonsense was this? If visiting relatives was a legitimate cover, then casually claiming friendship with those two Daoist nuns and sword cultivators was really embarrassing for Chen Ping’an. He had met He Xiaoliang once on the back of the Green Ox, but he had only given her a piece of snake gallstone. He was slightly familiar with Liu Baqiao, having entered the mountain with Chen Dui and Chen Songfeng. Liu Baqiao’s personality was very outgoing, and he liked to call people brothers, but in reality, the two of them were probably as distant as could be, not even nodding acquaintances. As a result, Wei Bo was spouting such nonsense, and Chen Ping’an didn’t want to call him out on it, almost causing internal injuries.

The speaker may not have meant anything, but the listeners were attentive. He Xiaoliang and Liu Baqiao were famous geniuses in the continent, especially He Xiaoliang, who was the Jade Maiden of a continent’s Daoist lineage, one and only. Having a bit of a connection with her was a great blessing. On and off the mountain, who would dare not give face to a friend of the Divine Edict Sect? What’s more, there was Liu Baqiao of Thunderclap Garden. Therefore, those who were not to be underestimated even in their hometown dynasties became even more enthusiastic towards the unremarkable sword-carrying youth. Some even took the initiative to hand over beautifully crafted name cards, making Chen Ping’an so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl in.

Wei Bo was happy to see this happen, and smiled inscrutably.

No one knew the origin of the friendship between the Mountain God Wei and the local youth who owned five mountain peaks. There were many different opinions.

Suddenly, someone shouted, “The Kun vessel is here!”

Chen Ping’an followed the crowd’s gaze and looked over. A behemoth broke through the sea of clouds and slowly slid towards Wutong Mountain.

Chen Ping’an opened his mouth wide. The big guy with the fins was actually a living creature, and it was truly extraordinary. It was like a towering mountain descending from the sky, pressing down towards the Wutong Mountain ferry. As the “Kun vessel” continued to descend, it brought Chen Ping’an a huge sense of oppression, making him feel even more insignificant.

Chen Ping’an couldn’t help but sigh. As expected of a ferry that immortals ride, it was indeed extraordinary and imposing.

A Kun vessel can float for tens of thousands of miles across continents, and this “tens of thousands of miles” is by no means a vague reference. Before the new ferry was built on Wutong Mountain in Dragon Spring County, the entire northern Treasure Bottle Continent was not qualified for a Kun vessel to land and dock. Only South Stream Kingdom and the southernmost Old Dragon City in Treasure Bottle Continent had ferries for Kun vessels to dock.

Some powerful dynasties also had ferries for Qi refiners to travel far and wide, but the “ferries” were mostly smaller in size, with a limited number of passengers and a cargo throughput far inferior to this unique Kun vessel from Northern Potala Continent. Carrying people on a Kun vessel was just a small way to make money. The main purpose was to sell natural treasures and exotic animals collected from various places. Kun vessels are also divided into three grades. The first-grade Kun vessel has a back as large as a grand city of Great Li, under the careful creation of Mo family engineers and many other schools of Qi refiners, it can have mountains, rivers, mansions, buildings, streets, and markets, everything that is needed, and thousands of Qi refiners can live on it all year round without feeling the slightest inconvenience.
Wei Bo chuckled softly, “The Kun fish are docile by nature. After being trained by specialized Qi refiners, they can endure attacks and grievous injuries without thrashing about. Therefore, Kun ships are relatively stable and safe compared to other large ferries. Mountain Turtle and Treasure-Swallowing Whale are also excellent choices for ferries, but they are rare and possess their own temperaments. History is not without tragedies of Mountain Turtles diving into the sea on their own accord.”

Chen Ping An’s jaw had been agape the entire time, never closing.

The Kun fish’s back was not only flat and wide, but it also had a perimeter fence, with tall buildings built side-by-side. And this Kun ship, which occupied almost half of the mountain’s ferry terminal, was not touching the ground, but hovering several feet in the air. The fins fluttered slightly, stirring up mountain winds, sending dust flying. Fortunately, the high platform for boarding the ship was located between the fins, so there was no abnormality, and it would not be blown down the mountain by a gust of wind.

After the Kun ship was completely suspended and steady, a staircase as wide as Peach Leaf Lane fell from a gap in the fence. The bottom of the staircase was embedded in a recessed mechanism in the high platform, giving the suspended staircase a good sense of stability. A group of people walked down the stairs. After some exchanges with the person in charge of the Wutong Mountain ferry, they smiled at Wei Bo’s group in the pure elegant language of Treasure Bottle Continent, “Everyone, after you board the ship, the Niujiao Mountain Bao Fu Zhai’s goods will be transported back and forth on the two staircases on the Kun ship, which will take half an hour. If there is a slight delay and the ship cannot depart on time, we, ‘Dazhao Mountain,’ as a thousand-year-old renowned sect in Julu Continent, will refund all of your travel expenses.”

After saying this, the brocade-clad elder looked at Wei Bo, “Are you the Great Mountain God Wei?”

Wei Bo smiled, “I dare not, I dare not.”

The elder laughed heartily, cupping his fist. “The Kun ship travels back and forth between the three continents once a year. I can only congratulate the Great Mountain God Wei in advance! If I cannot personally come to celebrate on time next time, I will definitely prepare a small gift afterward, and I hope the Great Mountain God Wei will not decline.”

Wei Bo folded his sleeves with a rich smile, and joked, “I won’t decline, I won’t decline. But if I find the gift is light, I’ll come here to make a scene next time and prevent you from departing on time.”

The brocade-clad elder laughed heartily, “It won’t be light! We’re paying respects to the mountain, paying respects to the mountain! Such a big mountain, how can we not take it seriously! To put it mildly, if the sect is stingy, I will personally add to it!”

Wei Bo nodded with a smile, “That’s a good feeling.”

Then he patted Chen Ping An on the shoulder, “My best friend, named Chen Ping An, is our local tycoon. He will disembark in Nanjian Country, and I hope the captain will help take care of him. All of Chen Ping An’s expenses on this Kun ship will be on my Wei Bo’s account. I will settle the bill with you next time.”

The elder waved his hand, “What bill? Leave it to me.”

Wei Bo smiled, “So polite?”

The elder still laughed.

This scene was the envy of others.

Before Chen Ping An followed the crowd to board the ship, he turned around at the entrance of the staircase and cupped his fist in salute to Wei Bo, without saying anything.

Wei Bo clasped his fist and bowed slightly.

Everything was unspoken.

This scene, falling into the eyes of the brocade-clad elder who was discussing serious matters with someone in the distance, made him even more sure of his judgment.

Chen Ping An walked slowly on the staircase alone at last.

Carrying two swords on his back, to vanquish demons and exorcise evil.

With a Sword-Nourishing Gourd hanging from his waist, staying inside on the first and fifteenth of each month.

The flying sword “Fifteen,” which he exchanged for an ordinary jade hairpin, was a rare and precious space item. The inconspicuous “space” was about the same size in length, width, and height as the locust wood sword named “Demon Subduing.” Chen Ping An loved it very much. Now he was slightly skilled in controlling the sword with his mind, and he was proficient in putting things in and taking them out. The feeling of objects appearing out of thin air in his palm made this mud-legged drunkard feel even better than being slightly drunk.

The space item now contained the “Silence” seal given by Mr. Qi, and a pair of landscape seals.

A manual of the Mountain-Shaking Fist was temporarily being kept for Gu Can.

Several Confucian classics given by the old scholar Wen Sheng.

The bamboo tube brush given by Li Xisheng, engraved with the four characters “Wind and Snow Cone” and “Inspired Writing,” Besides the brush, there were also a large number of blank talisman papers sent by Li Xisheng through his disciple Cui Ci, roughly divided into three types: the most numerous yellow paper, the golden talisman paper with cloud script, and the rarest yellowish book-like talisman paper. There was also an introductory talisman Taoist book.

Several prescriptions left by the young Taoist Lu Chen.

A large stack of maps of the various countries of Treasure Bottle Continent was given by Wei Bo as a small bonus for Chen Ping An’s repayment of the medicinal material money with snake gallbladder stones.

Hundreds of jade “copper coins” were exchanged by Chen Ping An with the remaining ordinary snake gallbladder stones with the blue-clothed boy. These coins, which would never be seen in the markets of the world, were used by the immortals on the mountain for trading. Of course, they were not as valuable as golden essence copper coins, but what ordinary people call real gold and silver was worthless in front of these jade coins, which were only stored in the pockets of Qi refiners.

Some small bamboo slips that had not yet been engraved, and a small carving knife.

There was also a bag of white rice, and bottles and jars for cooking, containing oil and salt. A large handful of fishhooks, a newly bought mountain-opening firewood knife, a change of clothes, two pairs of newly woven straw sandals, and other scattered items.

Of course, there were also pieces of silver and gold leaves. Chen Ping An felt deeply that the saying “A penny can stump a hero” when he traveled to the Great Sui Dynasty for the first time.

Halfway there, Chen Ping An couldn’t help but look back again.

The white-clothed Mountain God, who had been standing in place, waved with a smile.

Chen Ping An waved goodbye and continued to walk up, but he took off the vermilion gourd and silently took a sip of strong wine.

The straw sandal boy desperately hoped that the friends and mountains and rivers of his hometown would be well the next time they met.

All safe and sound.