Within this vast world, known as the Blessed Land, two of the esteemed Four Madams were now residing within the Founder’s Hall of the Fallen Mountain. There was the Rosy Madam of the Plum Blossom Orchard and the Lady Gui of the Osmanthus Isle.

Following the Order Master Changming and the Prime Minister Wei Wenlong of the Spring Treasury, was the Sword Immortal Mi Yu, who had recently resigned from his position as a guest elder of the Cloud-Veiling Mountain.

Then came the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator Cui Wei, the Zhang Jiazhen of the accounting lineage, and the talisman cultivator Jiang Qu. Zhao Shuxia, and Zhao Luan. Also present was Zhou Junchen, Pei Qian’s first disciple, known by the nickname A’man.

These years had seen the Nascent Soul fox spirit Pei Xiang, the Nascent Soul water serpent Hong Xia, and Yun Zi, who had just formed her Golden Core, cultivating in the Lotus Root Blessed Land.

And there were nine sword immortal saplings from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

After these individuals, there were three ceremonial rites.

The first was for the sword cultivator Guo Zhujiu. Her name would be recorded in the “Sect Master’s Direct Disciple” section on the second page of the Founder’s Hall genealogy, making her a direct disciple of the Mountain Lord Chen Ping’an.

The second was for the young martial artist Zhao Shuxia, who would also formally become a direct disciple of the Mountain Lord Chen Ping’an by apprenticing to him.

From that moment on, Chen Ping’an’s direct disciples included Cui Dongshan, Pei Qian, Cao Qinglang, Guo Zhujiu, and Zhao Shuxia, totaling five individuals.

The third was for Zhou Junchen, who became Pei Qian’s apprentice, which was essentially equivalent to becoming Chen Ping’an’s grand-disciple.

The apprenticeship ceremony required the disciple to kowtow and the master to drink tea.

After accepting their respective disciples, Chen Ping’an drank the apprenticeship tea from Zhao Shuxia and the ancestral tea from Zhou Junchen. After putting down the teacup, Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “Everyone, let’s strike while the iron is hot and finalize the matter of inviting guest elders to our Fallen Mountain today, shall we?”

If it weren’t for the rules governing mountains and waters, Chen Ping’an would have already had Cui Dongshan close the doors.

Some were scholars within the same literary lineage as the Sage of Culture, and there was no need to gild the lily, such as Lin Shouyi, Yu Lu, Xie Xie, and Dong Shuijing.

Wei Bo was the Mountain Lord of the Northern Peak, Liu Jinglong was the leader of a sect, Liu Chongrun was the master of an island, Sun Qing was the head of the Colorful Phoenix Prefecture, and Xu Xingjiu was the city lord of the Cloudtop City. It would be inappropriate according to etiquette, so the idea had to be abandoned.

Some were business allies, and there was no need to overcomplicate things to avoid confusion and difficulty in accounting, such as Fan Er of Old Dragon City, Sun Jiashu, and Wei Yushong of the Hemp-Clad Sect.

Therefore, the final candidates to become honorary guest elders of the Fallen Mountain were Shao Yunyan, the Rosy Madam, Huan Yun, Xie Songhua, Liu Zhiqing, and Li Fuqu.

Also, there was Wei Jin of the Snowwind Temple, and Yuan Lingdian of the Finger-Pointing Peak. These two actually had no intention of serving as guest elders, but Chen Ping’an persuaded them with reason and moved them with emotion, changing their minds. It wasn’t difficult to convince Wei Jin. You, Great Sword Immortal Wei, had at least received sword technique guidance from my senior brother Zuo You. It wouldn’t be right if you didn’t give me that face. As for Senior Yuan of Finger-Pointing Peak, he agreed for the sake of junior brother Zhang Shanfeng, and because he was already familiar with Chen Ping’an.

The last one was Chen Li, the “Little Hidden Official” of Floating Duckweed Sword Lake, who took the initiative to request to serve as a guest elder through a voice transmission to the Hidden Official.

Chen Li gave off a similar feeling to that Bai Shou, something felt strange. Why did that sword immortal sapling named Bai Xuan seem to have an inexplicable sense of closeness in his eyes?

And Bai Shou was even more perceptive and had a greater sense of danger than Chen Li. He felt that Pei Qian’s signature grimace and smile were becoming increasingly terrifying.

Bai Shou was determined to stay away from that Bai Xuan, lest he be caught in the crossfire. You see, during Pei Qian’s second journey through the Central Earth Continent, before she went to ask Cao Ci for a fistfight, she passed by the Great Emblem Sword Sect of the Northern Inhospitable Continent again. At that time, Bai Shou had just reached the Golden Core sword cultivator realm and couldn’t leave the Fluttering Peak. He happened to meet Pei Qian, who had come to visit as a guest after a long absence. There was no escaping fate. Somehow, while Pei Qian was chatting with the surnamed Liu, they brought him up. At that time, Bai Shou sized himself up, and seeing that Pei Qian was quite tall, but unfortunately thin as a bamboo pole and didn’t seem to have a heavy punch, Bai Shou felt that since he had reached the Golden Core realm, he couldn’t say he was sure to win against Pei Qian, but he should at least be able to put up a fight. So, he swaggered and sparred with Pei Qian. The result was that Pei Qian was responsible for one punch, and he was responsible for falling to the ground, foaming at the mouth, a Golden Core sword cultivator, twitching on the ground like a martial artist practicing stances.

By the time he woke up dizzy on the bed, Pei Qian and the surnamed Liu had already run away with some excuse. Bai Shou was filled with grief and wrapped himself in the blanket, continuing to pretend to sleep.

Just as Chen Ping’an was feeling very content, Li Liu suddenly…