Chen Pingan first went to the courtyard that Cui Dongshan exclusively occupied. At the entrance, Li Baoping asked if Pei Qian could sleep at her place tonight. Chen Pingan said it was up to Pei Qian’s agreement.

Li Baoping also asked if she could give or lend the narrow saber, Auspicious Talisman, and the silver gourd to Pei Qian, so that Pei Qian could roam the world with more panache.

Chen Pingan smiled and said that there was no need to give Pei Qian such valuable gifts for the time being. He, as her master, would prepare everything Pei Qian needed for her future journeys. Besides, for her first venture into the world, it was best not to be too conspicuous. A small donkey for a mount would suffice. The saber, looking similar to the Auspicious Talisman, called “Tingxue” (Stopping Snow), and the sword, a “Chixin” (Infatuated Heart), were both decent enough.

Li Baoping still felt a little regretful.

She waved goodbye to her Little Martial Uncle and scurried away with her small green bamboo box.

Before Chen Pingan could knock, Xie Xie gently opened the courtyard gate.

Chen Pingan smiled and asked, “Am I intruding?”

Xie Xie shook her head and made way.

Chen Pingan’s impression was ultimately much better than Yu Lu’s.

Moreover, he was “their young master’s” teacher, so Xie Xie dared not be negligent, or she would be the one to suffer in the end.

Openly scrutinizing Chen Pingan for a few moments, Xie Xie said, “It’s said that girls change a lot at eighteen, but how have you changed so much?”

Chen Pingan entered the courtyard. Xie Xie hesitated for a moment, then closed the gate, feeling a bit self-deprecating. With her current unsightly appearance, even if Chen Pingan went mad, he wouldn’t be able to stomach her. That would be quite the feat.

Besides, Xie Xie knew exactly what kind of person Chen Pingan was. She never felt that they were on the same path, let alone feeling like they clicked or developed affections for each other. She simply didn’t dislike him, and that was all.

It was like how people viewed calligraphy, whether they preferred the unrestrained cursive script or the proper regular script. It was just personal taste, with no real difference in quality.

Compared to her dislike for Yu Lu, Xie Xie was much more polite and tolerant towards Chen Pingan, taking the initiative to point to the green bamboo corridor outside the main room. “No need to take off your shoes. This is celestial green bamboo, a specialty of Da Sui’s Qingxiao Ferry. It’s warm in winter and cool in summer, suitable for cultivators to meditate on. Before the young master left, he told me to tell Lin Shouyi that he could come here to cultivate thunder techniques, but I figured Lin Shouyi probably wouldn’t agree, so I didn’t bother asking for trouble.”

Chen Pingan still took off the pair of boots that Pei Qian had secretly bought for him in Fox Cub Town and finally gifted him.

He sat cross-legged on the truly comfortable green bamboo floor, and with a flick of his wrist, he took out a jug of Immortal Brew from Water Well at Bee Tail Ferry from his miniature dimension, asking, “Want a drink? It’s just a common market wine.”

Xie Xie, who was lounging on the steps not far away, nodded.

Chen Pingan gently tossed the wine jug over.

Xie Xie caught the jug, opened it, and took a sniff. “Not bad at all, as expected of something taken from a miniature dimension.”

Xie Xie didn’t rush to drink. She smiled and asked, “Is that robe you’re wearing a Dharma robe? I can only sense its faint spiritual energy flow because I’m in this courtyard.”

Chen Pingan nodded. “The robe is called Jinli (Golden Sweet Wine). I acquired it by chance in a place called Jiaolong Gou (Dragon Flood Ditch) on my way to Upside-Down Mountain.”

Xie Xie turned her head, gazing at the courtyard gate with a complex expression. She murmured, “Then you’re really lucky.”

Chen Pingan hummed in agreement and took a sip of wine from his Sword-Nourishing Gourd.

Xie Xie laughed. “You’ve really learned how to drink, haven’t you? Your journey to the world wasn’t for nothing.”

Chen Pingan pretended not to hear and reached out to touch the bamboo floor. Spiritual energy flowed like gentle water. Although it still couldn’t compare to first-rate immortal residences and blessed lands, it already contained more abundant spiritual energy than the best rooms in immortal inns in secular dynasties.

The world was silent and still.

Xie Xie muttered to herself, “Stars like dots, lights in all directions, a silver river runs in the center. Relieving the summer heat? The immortal’s thatched cottage is pleasantly cool.”

Chen Pingan smiled slightly. “Was that written by a literary master or poet immortal from your Lu Clan Dynasty?”

Xie Xie slowly shook her head. “A long time ago, on a night much like this one, my master casually recited a passage. It was incomplete, without beginning or end. She said the words were ‘Shi Yu’ (Poetic Remnants), just a minor path, like calligraphy and chess, not worth mentioning.”

Chen Pingan said, “At Upside-Down Mountain’s Lingzhi Workshop, I originally prepared gifts for both you and Lin Shouyi. The gift for you, at the time, I mistakenly thought was just a dilapidated, irreparable Sweet Dew Armor. I bought it for a very low price, but later I learned it was one of the eight ancestral armor pieces of the Divine Man’s Sweet Dew Armor, and I had a friend repair it. After meeting Cui Dongshan in Qingluan Country, regarding this matter, Cui Dongshan said not to give you such an expensive item, that our relationship hadn’t reached that point, and you might even misunderstand my intentions. I thought he made a good point, so I figured I might as well keep it for now and give it to you when we become true friends. So today, I’ll give you this first. Here.”

Xie Xie turned her head and reached out to catch a finely crafted white jade trinket: a white ox carrying a lingzhi mushroom in its mouth.

Chen Pingan smiled. “It was a small prize given out by Lingzhi Workshop at Upside-Down Mountain. Don’t be offended.”

Xie Xie smiled. “Are you implying that as long as I, Xie Xie, become friends with you, Chen Pingan, I’ll be able to get my hands on a priceless military weapon?”

Chen Pingan smiled without saying a word.

Xie Xie clutched the warm and delicate jade trinket, and said to herself, “You’re not that kind of person.”

Chen Pingan raised his Sword-Nourishing Gourd, holding back a laugh. “Thank you.”

Xie Xie glanced at Chen Pingan. “Oh, you’ve only been gone for a few years, and you’ve already learned to be glib? A scholar after three days away should be looked upon with new eyes, indeed.”

Chen Pingan secured his Sword-Nourishing Gourd at his waist, folded his hands in his sleeves, and said with emotion, “That time when Li Huai was bullied by outsiders, you, Lin Shouyi, and Yu Lu were all very righteous. I was really happy when I heard about it. That’s why I mentioned the Sweet Dew Armor and Xiyue. I wasn’t showing off or anything. I just really hope that one day, I can become friends with you, Xie Xie. I actually have selfish motives. Even if we can’t be friends, I hope that you can become close friends with Xiao Baoping and Li Huai and take care of them more at the academy in the future.”

There was one more reason that Chen Pingan couldn’t bring himself to say.

Regardless of the complicated circumstances, Chen Pingan was now Cui Dongshan’s teacher in name, and there was a strong suspicion that he was failing to properly teach him.

Cui Dongshan taking Xie Xie as a personal maidservant seemed to be harming Xie Xie, a former cultivation genius of the Lu Clan Dynasty.

But matters of the world were complex, and many seemingly well-intentioned acts of kindness could backfire.

It was best to leave some wounds untouched, to leave things as they were.

Once revealed, they would bleed profusely.
Chen Ping’an sat at the foot of the stairs, wearing his boots.

Thank you, in a soft voice, said, “I won’t see you off.”

Chen Ping’an waved his hand. “No need.”

After Chen Ping’an left, Thank you giggled for no reason.

She didn’t know why, but she always felt that the man was like a cat caught stealing fish, sneaking home late at night, lest the tigress in the family flare up.

Of course, this was just a very inexplicable idea of Thank you.

A woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

It could only be said that Thank you was in a good mood at the moment.

Thank you raised her hand, holding up the white jade pendant carved with lingzhi mushrooms and a white ox.

It was quite pleasing to the eye.

Chen Ping’an left this place, a prime location in the academy, and Yu Lu lived alone in his dormitory. Although the lights were already out, Chen Ping’an knocked on the door without hesitation.

Yu Lu quickly opened the door, casually slipping on his boots, and laughed, “A rare guest, a rare guest.”

Yu Lu took the lead in turning around to light the lamp. Chen Ping’an helped close the door, and the two sat facing each other.

Inside Yu Lu’s room, apart from some items that the academy had prepared for its students, it was practically empty.

This was Yu Lu.

As if he had no worries at all.

As the crown prince of a great dynasty, even after its fall, he remained uncompetitive, not even holding a grudge against Cui Dongshan, one of the culprits, unlike Thank you, who bore a deep hatred.

In this regard, Yu Lu was somewhat similar to the martial arts fanatic Zhu Lian, who came from a wealthy family.

When Chen Ping’an was on his way to the Great Sui Academy, it was mostly he and Yu Lu who took turns guarding the night, one for the first half and one for the second half. If the person guarding the first half couldn’t sleep and sat by the bonfire, there wasn’t much to talk about. Chen Ping’an would often practice the Foundation Stance Swordplay or the Six Steps Walking Stance. If he was practicing the Foundation Stance, Yu Lu would simply stare blankly. If he was practicing the Walking Stance, Yu Lu would watch for a while.

Yu Lu didn’t drink alcohol.

Chen Ping’an didn’t drink either.

He gifted Yu Lu the *Classic of Mountains and Seas*, a book of immortals he had also bought from Upside-down Mountain.

Yu Lu naturally thanked him, saying that he was dirt poor and had no gift to give in return, so he could only see Chen Ping’an to the dormitory door.

After Chen Ping’an left.

Yu Lu gently closed the door.

He continued to “stroll” in the pitch-black room, his eyes closed, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly.

While Yu Lu was practicing his fist techniques, Thank you was also sitting in the green bamboo corridor, diligently cultivating.

Lin Shouyi wasn’t surprised when he saw Chen Ping’an.

In fact, he had known about Chen Ping’an’s arrival earlier, but after hesitating, he hadn’t taken the initiative to go to the guesthouse to find Chen Ping’an.

Chen Ping’an had given him the incomplete book of thunder magic from the Lingzhi Studio, with the annotation, “A unique copy in the world; if it weren’t missing dozens of pages, it would be priceless.”

Lin Shouyi didn’t refuse.

Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “Thank you asked me to give you a message: if you don’t mind, she’d like you to come to her place for your daily cultivation.”

Lin Shouyi thought for a moment and nodded. “Alright, I’ll go whenever I have time during the day.”

Chen Ping’an didn’t stay long, his butt hadn’t even warmed the bench. He stayed for less than half an incense stick’s time before bidding farewell. Before opening the door, Lin Shouyi was clearly practicing a breathing technique on a meditation cushion.

Lin Shouyi suddenly asked with a smile, “Chen Ping’an, do you know why I’m willing to accept such a valuable gift?”

Chen Ping’an stopped in his tracks, turned around, and asked, “How so?”

Lin Shouyi, who never kept people in his dormitory, went to the table and poured two cups of tea, which was unprecedented. Chen Ping’an returned and sat down.

Lin Shouyi, who had become a handsome young gentleman, was silent for a moment before saying, “I know that I’ll definitely return an even greater gift in the future.”

Chen Ping’an nodded with a smile.

As expected, he hadn’t changed. This guy was still the same cold character.

Lin Shouyi turned his head to look at the bamboo box, the corners of his mouth rising. “Also, I’m very grateful to you for one thing. Guess what it is.”

You’ve already made such a gesture, what’s there to guess? Chen Ping’an helplessly said, “Isn’t it for giving you a bamboo box? Although it was made from bamboo transplanted from Green God Mountain near my Qidun Mountain back then, to be honest, it’s definitely not as good as that book of thunder magic now.”

Lin Shouyi shook his head with a smile. “Guess again.”

Chen Ping’an recalled that journey and tentatively asked, “That time at the inn?”

Lin Shouyi still shook his head, laughed heartily, got up and started chasing people away, jokingly saying, “Don’t think that just because you gave me a gift, you can delay my cultivation.”

Chen Ping’an left the dormitory in a daze.

Having met the three people, he didn’t return by the same route.

Having finished giving the gifts half an hour earlier than expected, Chen Ping’an took a slightly longer route, walking through the quiet parts of Cliff Academy.

He happened to pass by the guesthouse, and Chen Ping’an saw Li Huai running over alone, acting furtive.

When he saw Chen Ping’an, Li Huai quickened his pace, hastily saying, “Chen Ping’an, I came just to ask you a question, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep.”

Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “About Pei Qian? Ask away.”

Li Huai whispered, “At first, I thought Pei Qian was bragging, but the more I listened, the more I felt that Pei Qian was amazing. Chen Ping’an, tell me the truth, is Pei Qian really a princess who’s fallen into the common world?”

Chen Ping’an could completely imagine the way Pei Qian looked when she was telling this lie, her face serious, secretly delighted in her heart, probably even laughing at Li Huai and the others for believing it. How silly.

Not to mention Li Huai, even the three experienced constables in Fox Town on the border of Great Quan were fooled by Pei Qian’s nonsense. It would be strange if Li Huai, Liu Guan, and Ma Lian, three little kids, weren’t tricked.

But Chen Ping’an didn’t intend to spoil these children’s innocent play. He wouldn’t expose Pei Qian’s boasting in front of Li Huai.

Chen Ping’an patted Li Huai on the shoulder. “Guess for yourself.”

Li Huai nodded vigorously, as if enlightened. “Then I understand!”

Chen Ping’an smiled and asked, “What do you understand?”

Li Huai folded his arms, one hand rubbing his chin. “No wonder this little black charcoal looked at my painted wooden puppet with such a disgusted expression. No, I have to compete with her tomorrow to see who has more stuff! Get advice from an expert, win with momentum! We’ll see who has more treasures by then! So what if she’s a princess? She’s still just a little black charcoal kid, what’s so great about her? Tsk, at such a young age, she’s carrying a bamboo saber and bamboo sword, trying to scare who? … By the way, Chen Ping’an, what does a princess like to eat?”

Chen Ping’an reached out and pressed down on Li Huai’s head, gently steering him towards his dormitory. “Hurry back to sleep.”

Li Huai had asked his question and was satisfied, so he turned and ran back to his dormitory.

Not long after, a roar came from afar.
No need to ponder, Li Huai must have been caught red-handed by the night patrol tutor.

Chen Pingan was just about to help Li Huai out of trouble when he soon saw Li Huai swaggering over, accompanied by Zhu Lian.

It turned out that Zhu Lian had already made an excuse, saying that he was a distant relative of Li Huai’s, who didn’t know the way at night and needed Li Huai to help him return to the hostel.

Li Huai gave Chen Pingan a thumbs up and said, “This Brother Zhu is truly righteous! Chen Pingan, you are blessed to have such a steward.”

Then Li Huai turned his head and smiled at the stooped old man, “Brother Zhu, if Chen Pingan ever treats you badly in the future, come find me, Li Huai, and I’ll help you get justice.”

Zhu Lian looked left and right, this young lad named Li Huai, with his tiger-like head and brain, certainly didn’t look like a good student.

Zheng Dafeng, Li Er, Li Baozhen, Li Baoping.

Rare to encounter someone from the Li Zhu Grotto Heaven who wasn’t a freak.

Zhu Lian felt he needed to cherish this, so he suddenly found this little fellow Li Huai much more pleasing to the eye, and became even more kind and amiable.

Wait a minute, doesn’t this Li Huai look a bit like that tenth-realm martial artist who came to visit Old Dragon City, Li Er, Li Huai, both surnamed Li, could they be family?

Only as a pure martial artist could he truly know the terror of a Grandmaster at the apex.

No matter how confident Zhu Lian was in his martial arts talent, he only dared to say that if he had been born and raised in the Great Harmony World, with his talent unchanged, it wouldn’t be difficult to reach the peak of the ninth realm in his lifetime, but the tenth realm was uncertain.

Zhu Lian turned his head, his eyes full of inquiry, looking at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan nodded with a smile.

Zhu Lian was half-dead with anger, and lightly kicked Li Huai’s backside, “Still wandering around like a wandering ghost in the middle of the night, get lost.”

Li Huai was startled, and after running away, pointed at Zhu Lian from afar and said, “Help me once, kick me once, our grudges are settled, if we meet again in the academy tomorrow, whoever runs first is the granddaddy!”

Zhu Lian made a kicking motion.

Li Huai quickly disappeared without a trace.

Over at Li Baoping’s study.

Li Baoping and Pei Qian were copying books at the same table, facing each other.

One wrote with the speed of a flying bird.

The other crawled like a tortoise.

Every time Li Baoping finished copying a page, she would shout “Go!” Then she would put down her brush, twist her wrist, and come over to Pei Qian’s side to take a look.

Pei Qian was silent, her forehead covered in sweat.

In the city of Liu Zhou, bordering the capital of the Great Sui, the Cai family mansion, which had just moved in not long ago, received a distinguished guest of “extremely high seniority.”

It was Cui Dongshan, who had earned himself the bright nickname of “Ancestor Cai” at the Cliff Academy by virtue of the countless magical treasures within his miniature world.

In the middle of the night, the white-robed youth hammered hard on the Cai family’s mansion gate, making a deafening noise, shouting loudly, “Little Cai, Little Cai, come open the door!”

Behind the handsome youth with a red mole between his eyebrows was a short, stout man, and beside the man was a yellow ox.

The old immortal of the Great Sui court, who had once been stationed near the Cliff Academy, walked out of the secret chamber with an iron-gray face, and soared up in the courtyard, landing on the street outside his gate, “Cui, what are you doing here?!”

Back then, in the sky above what the common people of the Great Sui capital habitually called “Little Dong Mountain,” Cui Dongshan and Cai Jingshen had engaged in a magnificent immortal battle.

Cui Dongshan became famous in one battle, as if he had gratuitously put on a firework display for the people of the capital, and countless people in the capital that night, looking up towards the Donghua Mountain of the academy, watched with great enjoyment.

Because an old ancestor of the Nascent Soul stage was serving as a stabilizing force, the Cai family, which had originally been all-powerful in the capital, soon moved out of the capital, leaving only one family member serving as an official in the capital, guarding such a large mansion with specifications no less than those of a prince.

Cui Dongshan laughed heartily, “Jing Shen, so polite, even personally coming out to greet me? Come on, let’s go sit at our house, I arrived in the city a bit late, and there’s a curfew, I’m starving, hurry up and have someone make a midnight snack, let’s have a good chat, grandson and grandpa.”

Cai Jingshen said with a dark face, “You’re not welcome here.”

Cui Dongshan suddenly reached out and pointed at Cai Jingshen, scolding with a jump, “Ungrateful wretch who doesn’t recognize his ancestors, you don’t appreciate the kindness, do you? Come on, let’s fight again, if you can withstand fifty of my magical treasures this time, I’ll call you ancestor, if you can’t, you’ll start riding a horse through the streets in broad daylight tomorrow, shouting that you’re Cui Dongshan’s good grandson a thousand times!”

Cai Jingshen gritted his teeth and said, “A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated, either kill me tonight, or don’t even think about setting foot in my Cai family!”

Cui Dongshan flashed and disappeared, using the magical power of shrinking the earth into an inch, seemingly ordinary, but actually different from the usual Daoist veins, Cui Dongshan flashed back to his original place, “What do you say? Do you want to slit your own throat and commit suicide? You, as a grandson, are not filial, but I, as a grandfather, can’t not recognize you, so I can lend you a few sharp magical treasures, so you don’t say you don’t have a handy weapon to end yourself…”

The guy kept rambling on and on.

The burly old man was so angry that the Qi in his dantian surged, stirring up waves, fanning the flames, and his aura soared.

Cui Dongshan suddenly restrained his smile, narrowed his eyes, and said gloomily, “Little bastard, you probably think that in the battle of Donghua Mountain, the ancestor occupied the favorable time and location of the academy, so you lost unjustly, right?”

Cai Jingshen’s heart was agitated, and just as a life-and-death battle was about to break out, he was shocked to discover that in Cui Dongshan’s eyes, the pupils were actually vertical, and they emitted a dazzling golden light.

Cai Jingshen felt like he had been stared at by a sea-stirring ancient dragon.

Like a thorn in his back.

Cai Jingshen quickly restrained his aura, stretched out a hand, and said in a deep voice, “Please!”

The old gatekeeper, who was watching from the crack in the door, went from being drowsy at first, to having icy hands and feet, to being as bereaved as a dog, and tremblingly opened the door.

Cui Dongshan swaggered across the threshold first.

Cai Jingshen followed closely behind.

Wei Xian and the yellow ox also entered the Cai family mansion one after another.

After the gatekeeper closed the door, he sighed in his heart, he had finally escaped this plague god, the old ancestor had shown his hand in the city, helping the magistrate to pacify a cunning river demon, and had only just re-established the Cai family’s prestige in the local area, but after only a few days of peace and stability, he was back, truly, the good don’t come, and the comers aren’t good, I only hope that they will make money with harmony in the future, and don’t cause any more trouble.
Young Master Cui incessantly demanded a midnight snack, insisting on genuine sincerity. Cai Jing, the Divine, endured. He even tolerated a cask of the most expensive wine in the prefecture for that oafish martial artist surnamed Wei. And when that trifling Yellow Ox demon of the Dragon Gate Realm insisted on a mansion with a private courtyard within the Cai estate, Cai Jing, the Divine, found it unbearable… yet endured.

Cai Jing, the Divine, waved away two maids from the manor, their eyes filled with curiosity. With no others present, he finally spoke, “What exactly are you planning? Just be direct!”

Cui Dongshan, with one foot propped on a chair, one hand holding a wine pot, and the other wielding chopsticks with incredible speed, devoured delicacies and fine wine without pause, a veritable whirlwind of consumption. He mumbled, “You’ve been a local overlord in the Great Sui capital for over a century. Tell me, who are the masterminds behind this assassination plot? I know about General of the Swift Cavalry, Tang Zhuangshan, Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, Tao Jiu, and General of the Dragon Ox, Miao Ren. But you and I both know that these are not the true schemers in the imperial court and the mountains. Tell me who you know.”

Cai Jing, the Divine, twitched slightly.

Cui Dongshan discarded a supremely delicious braised duck leg, licked his fingers clean, and glanced sideways at Cai Jing, the Divine, with a smile. “I’ll allow you to name one person involved in this plot, and then one person entirely unrelated to it. It could be a long-time enemy from the mountains, or just some random member of the Gao clan that you dislike.”

Cui Dongshan belched contentedly. “This offer is valid until I finish this midnight snack. After that, your Cai family won’t have this opportunity anymore. You might not be aware, but that Gao clan descendant you left in the capital, the Cai family’s scholar seed working at the Imperial Academy, is one of the pawns in this game. Scholars, after all, can’t stand idly by while the Great Sui crumbles, bowing and scraping before the barbarian Great Li. I understand that, and I even admire it. The Gao clan has nurtured scholars for centuries, ready to sacrifice themselves for their country. However, understanding and admiration don’t fill the belly. So, Cai Jing, the Divine, it’s up to you.”

Cui Dongshan resumed his feast.

Cai Jing, the Divine, asked in a deep voice, “I need to know one thing first. Is Cai Feng truly deeply involved?!”

Cui Dongshan sneered, “Does Cai Feng’s literary integrity and lofty aspirations require me to elaborate? Do you really think of me as your Cai family’s ancestor?”

Cai Jing, the Divine’s face was filled with pain.

Despite being a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal, a figure to be reckoned with even by kings and nobles, and one of the few esteemed Immortal Offerings of the Great Sui…

Sheltering his family was a basic duty of ancestors, a matter of human nature. The deceased ancestors could only rely on the mysterious and uncertain merit. Cai Jing, the Divine, naturally knew how to strike a balance, neither hindering his own cultivation nor neglecting to support those promising descendants who might give back to the family. As for those offspring who embarked on official careers, or walked the path of cultivation, glorifying the family name and honoring their ancestors was their duty.

In the past century, the Cai family had produced only one cultivator, a mediocre and unambitious one. Despite Cai Jing, the Divine’s guidance and a generous supply of immortal coins, he remained stuck at the Cave Dwelling Realm, with limited prospects.

Therefore, Cai Jing, the Divine, placed more hope on that Number Two Scholar, Cai Feng. He had even meticulously planned Cai Feng’s official promotions for the next fifty or sixty years, the posthumous imperial edict bestowing upon him a beautiful epithet like “Wen Zhen,” the subsequent manifestation of his spirit, the Great Sui court’s official conferral of a City God position in a certain prefecture, and finally, after a century of diligent management, his gradual elevation to the high position of Prefecture City God. All of this was prepared by Cai Jing, the Divine, to the best of his ability as a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal. Beyond that, Cai Feng could only rely on himself to seize more opportunities for advancement.

Fortune turns like a wheel, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Ordinary mortals find it difficult to grasp, and a missed opportunity might mean a lifetime of regret. But cultivators are different. As long as they live long enough, fortune will eventually flow their way. Then, they can use immortal secret methods to trap it within their own gates as much as possible, constantly accumulating wealth, just like commoners hoarding gold and silver. One after another, incense-nourished homunculi would be born.

Cai Jing, the Divine, never expected that this Cai Feng, with such a bright future ahead of him, would actually have water on the brain, and secretly involve himself in such a plot behind his and the entire family’s back.

Cui Dongshan gently placed his chopsticks down.