Within the borders of this Dream Millet Kingdom, bordering Cloudglow Mountain, was the Yellow Millet Sect. Its ancestral peak, Mount Lou, was located in Turtle County, Huai’an Prefecture, Dream Millet Kingdom.

Ever since the Yellow Millet Sect bought Clothesband Peak, a “downhill” feoff west of the former site of the Beautiful Pearl Grotto Heaven, their ill-fortune seemed to have turned around and good luck began to smile upon them.

First, they had used a bag of Spring Welcoming Coins as a toll, then used the remaining bag of Warding Coins to buy Clothesband Peak from the Great Li Dynasty, its value multiplying several times over.

Then, Senior Uncle Liu Hongwen, who was essentially sent to Clothesband Peak to retire, met the dilapidated Fallen Mountain. It was said that even the Mountain Master Chen Ping’an treated him with respect, calling him Old Immortal Liu. Furthermore, Senior Uncle was close friends with Chen Lingjun, a retainer of Fallen Mountain, and had even attended several Nightly Excursions to North Peak Floating Cloud, becoming acquainted with Mountain Lord Wei.

According to Senior Uncle, “At Mountain Lord Wei’s Nightly Excursion, my seat was always in the front row! Every time, below the Nascent Soul realm, my position was the closest! I’m telling you, the mountain and water spirits sitting across from me were twice the Water God of the Embroidered River and once the City God of Dragon Province. Who in the Great Li Dynasty’s mountain and water bureaucracy was lacking? Even the Five Peaks Mountain Lords, the highest-ranking deities in Dream Millet Kingdom, could only sit on the sidelines compared to the Embroidered River Water God!”

After that, a direct descendant of the Ancestral Hall, who had been given great expectations, successfully attained the Golden Core realm.

This led to the Yellow Millet Sect’s Opening Peak Celebration, to be held in the coming first month.

Three Golden Cores within one sect!

In addition, there was Headmaster Gao Zhen’s closed-door disciple, who had sought opportunities in the Beautiful Pearl Grotto Heaven without success. Now, he showed signs of breaking through the Dragon Gate Realm bottleneck.

Previously, Gao Zhen and Senior Uncle had made a gentleman’s agreement. Since Senior Uncle had indeed fulfilled the “bet” and invited guests from Fallen Mountain to observe the ceremony, Clothesband Peak would naturally not have to be sold.

The Yellow Millet Sect had specially chosen two adjacent residences with the best scenery.

The Confucian scholar-robed youth, named Li Huai, claimed to be from Cliffside Academy, and the yellow-robed old man beside him seemed to be an attendant. His name was Ou Lu, without a surname, and his Daoist title was Duke Dragon Mountain. His passport showed that he was a rogue cultivator from South Saha Continent, with hawk-like eyes and a gaunt frame, yet he wore a wide, loose robe.

Because this pair of master and servant were unexpected visitors, the Yellow Millet Sect speculated that this academy disciple was probably from a wealthy family down the mountain to have a cultivator as a retainer at such a young age.

At that moment, Li Huai was leafing through a book similar to a scholar’s notebook, a yellowed volume he had randomly pulled from a corner of the bookshelf. It was stamped with several seals, apparently the bookplate of local Dream Millet Kingdom literati, indicating an orderly provenance. A note was clipped to the last two pages, roughly explaining the book’s origin, obtained from a place called the Fen River Shrine, gifted by the temple keeper.

Because Li Huai had the identity of an academy scholar, the Yellow Millet Sect gave him such an elegant residence, complete with a plaque and couplet, writing implements, seasonal offerings, and several calligraphy cylinders filled with scrolls of paintings and calligraphy.

Li Huai actually felt unworthy, but he couldn’t very well announce, “Actually, I haven’t read much.”

The young Daoist was sitting on the threshold, half-asleep, intently studying the ancient manual, *Refining Mountains*, which the Old Blindman had tossed to him like trash. Unfortunately, it was only the first half.

However, even just the first half had greatly benefited the young Daoist. He and Yuan Shou, the Mountain Moving Old Ancestor, one of the ancient throne demons of the Wild Desolate World, naturally had a contest of the Great Dao. The latter’s Mountain Moving and the young Daoist’s Herding Mountains were similar in technique and level of Daoist magic. The only difference was in the “mountain eating” aspect of refining mountain dragon veins. Yuan Shou, whose true name was Zhu Yan, seemed to have obtained an ancient divine power from his mistress, Yang Zhi. This allowed Zhu Yan, even though they were both Ascension Realm great cultivators, to have already reached a “perfected” state of the Great Dao. Wild Desolate Peach Pavilion was a slightly inferior “peak.” Only by perfecting one’s realm could one have the capital and confidence to pursue the elusive Fourteenth Realm.

The young Daoist had previously entertained ulterior motives, wanting to ask Li Huai to plead with the Old Blindman.

However, Li Huai dispelled the young Daoist’s thoughts with two sentences.

“If I’m willing to help you, do you really think that if I plead, my half-Master would be willing to give you the second half of the ancient manual?”

“Taking a step back, even if he can’t save face with me and gives you the second half, would you really dare to cultivate it?”

The young Daoist sighed deeply. His young master was truly not stupid.

Li Huai was avoiding being disrespectful, not wanting to say directly that while the Old Blindman, his half-Master, was easy to talk to with him, Li Huai, it was another matter with the Old Young One.

In reality, this Wild Desolate Peach Pavilion was just overshadowed by the Old Blindman, otherwise, just mentioning the Duckweed Islet, from Nan Guangzhao to Immortal Yunmiao, and even those remotely watching, such as Qin Zao, Yan Ge, and Tian Ni, who would dare to regard this young Daoist as a mindless “old fool”? Before the young Daoist became a gatekeeper of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he could fight squarely with the Old Throne Yuan Shou in the Wild Desolate World. How could he be easy to provoke? In Wild Desolate history, there was once a rapidly rising “young” Ascension Realm cultivator, nicknamed “Little Yuan Shou,” who was proficient in Mountain Moving to a superb level. Within a short thousand years, he had eaten countless mountain peaks and ancestral halls, so much so that outsiders were guessing how much of a chance he had against Peach Pavilion, with estimates of at least fifty percent.

The result was that this great cultivator, who was briefly unmatched, was blocked by Peach Pavilion while traveling. After a hearty battle spanning millions of miles, only Peach Pavilion remained, suspended in the air, patting his belly and letting out a burp, only leaving a single sentence, “Fifty percent full.”

Li Huai curiously asked, “Why have there been so many Golden Core cultivators in the Yellow Millet Sect’s history, but not a single Nascent Soul? Is the feng shui too strange?”

The young Daoist smiled, “Perhaps it’s a matter of debts to be repaid.”
Previously, on the ferry, the “Grandmaster” of the Heaven-Shifting Mountain lineage, the old Daoist, had already discerned the origins of Mount Lou. It was an extraordinary geomantic treasure. So much so that the old Daoist needed to perform calculations to discover an inconspicuous “drainage vein” on Mount Lou. Hidden within the cliff walls was a stone grotto dojo, perfectly situated to be illuminated by the Dipper Star. A great master had once “attained enlightenment” here. The lingering Daoist energy was subtle but exceptionally condensed and restrained, making it exceedingly difficult to find. While the mountain’s aura resembled the conspicuous “official appearance” of a person in scarlet robes, easily discernible to anyone with basic aura-reading skills, this hidden location was akin to a treasure gourd planted deep,孕育ing a longevity treasure. The earth vein served as a natural camouflage, like an “official’s goldfish bag.”

Seeing his young master’s confusion, the old Daoist patiently explained, “This Yellow Millet Sect, in its prime, boasted twelve Golden Core cultivators in its ancestral hall, including enshrined elders and guest cultivators. At that time, it was undeniably a first-rate immortal sect in the Treasure Bottle Continent. But there was a sage, who had mastered the principles of prosperity and decline, accumulated wealth for Mount Lou year after year, eventually forming a treasure trove. However, the Yellow Millet Sect cultivators never produced a true Daoist prodigy, so they couldn’t gain entry. This treasure trove requires a key, someone to open the door.”

Li Huai clicked his tongue in amazement. “Twelve Golden Core Earth Immortals sitting together for sect affairs, what a sight!”

Therefore, the Yellow Millet Sect viewed even Cloudglow Mountain, with its Nascent Soul cultivator, with a condescending gaze.

Furthermore, the connection between the Yellow Millet Sect and the Dream Millet Kingdom was evident from their names.

Compared to Cloudglow Mountain, the monarchs of Dream Millet were naturally more inclined towards Mount Lou, and were willing to spare no effort in supporting the Yellow Millet Sect.

The old Daoist chuckled.

In the desolate lands where cultivators only sought to feed themselves, what did twelve Earth Immortals mean? Golden Core or Nascent Soul, they would be devoured in one gulp.

Li Huai inquired curiously, “Even Sect Leader Gao, who is considered a Sword Immortal, can’t be the key to open the door?”

The old Daoist was momentarily speechless.

He wanted to say that the Yellow Millet Sect’s Sect Leader was just a mediocre Golden Core Sword cultivator, nothing special.

However, having spent time with Li Huai, he knew his young master disliked such words, so the old Daoist rephrased, “Gao Zhen is still far from what I call a Daoist prodigy.”

Sect Leader Gao Zhen was an old “young” Golden Core cultivator. He had cultivated diligently for three hundred years and was once a promising genius. He advanced smoothly through the Middle Five Realms, breaking through the Cave Abode and Ocean Gazing bottlenecks without much delay. However, he had been stuck in the Dragon Gate realm for almost two centuries. According to the mountain’s calculation, his “Daoist age” as a Golden Core guest was only forty years.

The only reason he could become the Sect Leader of the Yellow Millet Sect at the Dragon Gate realm was his identity as a Sword cultivator. For centuries, the Yellow Millet Sect had only two Sword cultivators. The younger one had only recently joined the sect, found by a branch cultivator and brought up the mountain. Unsurprisingly, he became Sect Leader Gao Zhen’s personal disciple, receiving his swordsmanship teachings.

This was common practice among the sects of the Vast World. For example, Tian Wan of Vermilion Peak in the Righteous Sun Mountain had found Su Jia and Wu Tijing, both Sword Immortal embryos, who would inevitably change affiliations and move to other peaks. Even the Yellow Millet Sect cultivator who led the young Sword cultivator up the mountain felt no resentment. In fact, he offered a treasured spiritual artifact as a congratulatory gift when the Sword cultivator became Gao Zhen’s disciple.

The previous Sect Leader had left a will before secluding himself for a breakthrough, stating that if he failed and had to dissipate, Gao Zhen should take over as Sect Leader.

Gao Zhen’s strained relationship with his uncle, Liu Hongwen, stemmed from this. Liu Hongwen was an old-fashioned cultivator who valued face and tradition, like the elders in the Jianghu world. He felt it was outrageous to have a Dragon Gate cultivator as the Sect Leader. Their ancestors were so prosperous, like a powerful clan in the mortal world. It would be a laughingstock, a disgrace to the ancestors, and they would have no face to burn incense in the ancestral hall.

Even after Sect Leader Gao Zhen successfully formed his Golden Core and became a somewhat famous “Sword Immortal” in the southern Treasure Bottle Continent, his relationship with his uncle, Liu Hongwen, did not improve much.

Why should Liu Hongwen, an elder of the sect, lower himself and apologize to his nephew?

The old Daoist said helplessly, “Young Master, why does a Golden Core cultivator still seem like a worldly person to you?”

Li Huai seemed even more helpless. “Don’t the sects say, ‘Only those who form the Golden Core are our kind’? If they become Land Immortals, aren’t they remarkable? I’ve only seen some great cultivators; I’m not one myself, right?”

The old Daoist immediately fawned, “Your Young Master’s ordinary heart is more profound than my Dao heart by a million miles. It’s rare, truly rare.”

Li Huai continued to read, getting through about half the book. He couldn’t continue. He recognized the characters, but when they formed sentences, he often didn’t understand. It seemed too profound, like the empty rhetoric of famous scholars, impractical. There were no annotations or explanations in the margins. Li Huai sighed. He wasn’t cut out for reading. He closed the book, placed it on the table, and smoothed it carefully. Even if he wasn’t a scholar who could bring glory to his family, he still had to treat the books he held with respect.

The old Daoist was used to this. Whenever his young master read a book, he would frown. He was earnest, but as for how much he could comprehend, who knew?

Take the “Refining Mountains” book, for example. The old Daoist wanted his young master to take a look, but Li Huai quickly waved his hand and shook his head, saying, “Why would I read that? Can I understand it? Even if I understand the words, can I cultivate it with my talent? Old Nanny, what are you thinking? Are you deliberately making fun of me?”

But honestly, even if the old Daoist obtained the second half of “Refining Mountains,” he had no confidence in reaching the Fourteenth Realm.
That Yuan Shou, relying on that great battle, devoured how many mountain peaks of the Fufeng and Tongye Continents? So what? Still merely a Flight to Ascension Realm cultivator.

Furthermore, regarding this Vast Expanse, Wei She of the Snowy Continent, even before, when the Younger Taoist roamed this world under the Daoist title of Dragon Mountain Public and the name Ou Lu, he had already discerned the truth. This former cultivator, once hailed as a peerless genius who crushed his contemporaries, had suffered greatly on the concept of “Mountain.” Most likely, he had failed to reach the Fourteenth Realm once, or even twice, which led to his utter disillusionment.

“Old Younger.”

The Younger Taoist asked in confusion, “Young Master, what is it?”

Li Huai said, “I have an immature thought. Just listen to it; if I’m wrong and you find it childish, just hold back your laughter.”

The Younger Taoist was already bracing himself to stifle a laugh, “Young Master, please speak.”

Li Huai said softly, “Old Younger, your cultivation is already so high. If you rely on moving mountains and devouring mountain ranges, then use your Natal Divine Ability to digest them one by one, of course you can increase your Daoist cultivation and gradually elevate your realm. But I always feel… it’s a bit distant from that kind of… Grand Dao in the minds of you mountain immortals, especially those enlightened cultivators. This ancient manual in your hand is called ‘Refining Mountains,’ right? After refining, you can see those places that lack mountains but not water, right? Then you occasionally spit out a few mountain peaks… Just like that book I just read, there’s a saying: ‘Achieve three thousand merits, and you shall establish the foundation of the Dao.’ Foundation, foundation, refers to the foot of the mountain, right? I think that makes sense. Wait a moment, let me flip through the book. Ah, here’s another saying from the person who wrote this book: ‘Entering water and fire for refinement, residing on mountains and refining jade, why bother telling me about grotto heavens?’… And there’s also this: ‘Borrowing stones from other mountains to polish jade, other mountains are external, this jade is the mountain within the heart’… Whether it’s the Daoist saying ‘Heaven and Earth, the parents of all things,’ or the poetic saying ‘Heaven and Earth as an inn,’ or the ‘Unity of Heaven and Man’ often mentioned by Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism, I think at the end of the day, what is it? It’s hard to say, but I’m at least certain of one thing: it’s definitely not… something like playing chess, where you have to determine a winner and loser, it’s not about you having more and I having less. Cultivating the Dao is definitely not an antagonistic relationship where your gain is my loss, where adding you means subtracting me. Applying that to Old Younger, if you just blindly demand mountains, hills, and dragon veins from Heaven and Earth, eating all the way, where will it end? You can’t possibly eat all the famous mountains and Daoist sites in the world, right? If, and I mean if, the entire world can be regarded as a great cultivator, virtuous and profound, like a god, he would probably feel annoyed by the endless taking of human cultivators, isn’t that the idea? But I’m just an outsider to cultivation, just rambling a few words.”

Initially, the Younger Taoist had a relaxed expression, but after hearing Li Huai utter the words “Grand Dao,” his Dao Heart suddenly trembled. For no reason, he instantly perked up and subconsciously straightened his back, sitting upright. Then, when Li Huai spoke the words “foundation of the Dao,” the Younger Taoist’s expression became uncertain. After Li Huai broke through the meaning of “residing on mountains and refining jade,” the Younger Taoist was overjoyed… carried away…

By the time Li Huai finished speaking, his mouth was parched and dry. Regardless of whether the Old Younger found it ridiculous, Li Huai himself felt awkward.

Rambling incoherently, slipping on watermelon rinds and landing wherever he fell, without any rhyme or reason…

If only Chen Ping’an were here.

The yellow-robed old man suddenly came to his senses and gently patted the threshold beneath his buttocks, murmuring, “I have heard the Dao, I have seen the Dao.”

Li Huai looked down at the cover of the book. The author’s name was Lü Yan.

The Younger Taoist was radiant, his eyes filled with divine light, and he raised his head to ask, “Young Master, who wrote this book?”

Li Huai smiled, “Lü Yan, seems to be a Daoist.”

The Younger Taoist asked in confusion, “Which character? The ‘Yan’ of words, or the ‘Yan’ of rocks?”

Li Huai said, “The ‘Yan’ of a high-quality mountain below.”

The Younger Taoist stood up, shook his sleeves, faced Li Huai and the table, and bowed three times, bowing to Li Huai, bowing to the book, bowing to Lü Yan.

In the adjacent house, Chen Lingjun squatted on the steps, watching Guo Zhujiu practicing his footwork and boxing with gusto.

The Yellow Millet Sect didn’t have the custom of eating large meals, Chen Lingjun and the Younger Taoist discussed it and decided to follow the host’s lead, otherwise it would only make the Yellow Millet Sect feel embarrassed.

Chen Lingjun asked, “Guo Zhujiu, you’re a swordsman, why are you practicing footwork and boxing here every day?”

Guo Zhujiu jumped high, performed a spinning sweep kick, and after landing steadily, said, “Diligence can make up for clumsiness.”

Chen Lingjun rolled his eyes. Was that what I was asking?

Guo Zhujiu suddenly said, “That Huang Cong, is he really an emperor?”

That Huang Cong was the first emperor Guo Zhujiu met after arriving in the Vast Expanse.

Chen Lingjun stood up, hands on his hips, arrogantly, “You’re talking about my brother Huang Cong, he’s definitely an emperor of a country. He doesn’t have any airs, right? It’s just that his alcohol tolerance is a bit poor, but apart from that, you can’t find a single flaw.”

Speaking of this, Chen Lingjun said miserably, “I’ve already said it, Guo Zhujiu, when we go back to Master’s place, can you say a few good words for me?”

Guo Zhujiu hummed, “Definitely.”

Chen Lingjun was stunned, “Ah? You’re really willing to help?”

Guo Zhujiu asked in confusion, “When I see Master, I have a whole basket of things to say. Helping you say a few good words is just like putting a small dustpan in a big basket, why wouldn’t I be willing?”

Chen Lingjun nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice, feeling warm in his heart, almost bursting into tears on the spot.

Ten Wei Shanjuns who don’t abide by the principles of the martial world are not as good as one Guo Zhujiu with a chivalrous heart!

Guo Zhujiu suddenly stopped his footwork, “Go find Li Huai.”

Chen Lingjun stood up and casually asked, “Go do what?”

Guo Zhujiu has always acted on a whim, touching his toes and jumping onto the wall, saying, “Find Li Huai and have him use his Natal Divine Ability, Senior Sister said it’s very effective, it never fails!”
Chen Lingjun’s head spun. He understood what Guo Zhujiu was talking about: that Li Huai, every time he scribbled on the ground, writing Chen Ping’an’s name, could actually meet their Old Master. Chen Lingjun looked up at the fellow already standing on the wall and said, “Li Huai talks nonsense, Pei Qian exaggerates, and you actually believe it?”

Guo Zhujiu flew away like a distant bird, leaving behind a sentence, “Believing it might bring money!”

Chen Lingjun pondered for a moment, and it seemed to make sense?

He immediately opened his throat and shouted, “Wait for me!”

But Guo Zhujiu’s habit of not using the main gate and liking to climb walls was truly exasperating.

Next time he saw her master, their Old Master, he would definitely offer a few secret words of advice.

The mountain gate sent a message to the Lou Mountain Ancestral Hall with a talisman kite. The kite flapped its wings, drawing a golden streamer in the air, heading straight for the ancestral mountain.

It was both a message and a joyous report.

The two young cultivators temporarily acting as gatekeepers, one male and one female, were both in the Cave Realm, but they were the future hope of the Huangliang Sect, and this opportunity was a small red dust experience at the foot of the mountain. As for the truly experienced gatekeeper, he had recently led a group of guests up the mountain to observe the ceremony and had not yet returned.

The two of them were flushed, their eyes wide, as if losing money if they missed a single glance, staring intently at the figure in the blue shirt.

If they encountered the blue-shirted guest outside the mountain, they really wouldn’t recognize him.

Chen Ping’an could only smile and nod to them. The man grinned, and the woman pursed her lips, probably not sure how to speak appropriately, so they remained silent.

The Divine Edict Sect, as the leader of the Baoping Continent in the past, was, of course, a household name to the cultivators of the continent.

But the “Autumn Hairs Temple” had really never been heard of.

And the Cloud Cave Blessed Land of Tongye Continent was also very famous, being a private territory of the esteemed Elder Sect Master Jiang of the Jade Tablet Sect.

This Immortal Master Ni, being able to serve as a guest elder of the Cloud Cave Blessed Land and coming with Chen Hidden Official, was definitely an extraordinary and highly skilled person.

Only the female cultivator named Qing Tong, who claimed to be from Immortal Capital Mountain of Tongye Continent, was a complete mystery.

“When luck leaves, gold is like iron; when luck comes, iron is like gold. This Huangliang Sect has encountered good times, and they’re also strong themselves, so they can definitely rest easy for at least three to five hundred years.”

Lu Chen folded his sleeves and looked up at the Lou Mountain Ancestral Hall, chuckling in his heart, “I heard that the current Sect Master of the Huangliang Sect, Gao Zhen, is also a sword immortal? Sect Master Gao’s name is well-chosen, very good. When I return to the Azure Underworld, if I find a good Daoist seedling and plan to take him as my direct disciple, I will definitely bestow upon him a Daoist name, ‘Worry-Free’. And I will tell him, or her, that if he achieves success in cultivation and can travel to the Vast World, he must come to the Huangliang Sect as a guest and thank the sword immortal named Gao Zhen.”

Chen Ping’an glanced askance at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen followed suit, glancing sideways at Qing Tong.

Qing Tong felt powerless. I can’t compare to the two of you, but I’m not an idiot.

Qing Tong, of course, also understood the meaning behind Lu Chen’s words.

Lu Chen, after returning to the Azure Underworld, would rely on luck and fate to find a new direct disciple in the future, a Qi Refiner with the Daoist name “Worry-Free”. Even if this person’s cultivation path was incredibly smooth, breaking through realms like splitting bamboo, if he wanted to cross the world, he would have to be at least a Great Ascended cultivator. Then he would have to come to this mountain, see Gao Zhen with his own eyes, and thank him personally. This meant that Gao Zhen of the Huangliang Sect had to wait until that day.

And for a cultivator to become an Ascended cultivator, it would take at least a thousand years, or even two or three thousand years, which was perfectly normal. Even if this person was a direct disciple of the Third Master of the White Jade Capital, with good aptitude, and Lu Chen was willing to personally teach him the Dao and stuff him with opportunities and treasures, it would still be a thousand years later.

Even the Pure Yang Daoist said, “Eight hundred autumns have passed since I attained the Dao, and I have never used a flying sword to take a head.”

Lü Yan’s so-called “attaining the Dao” refers to the time he formed his core, and the eight hundred years without using a flying sword refers to the years of cultivation before he attained Ascension.

Furthermore, figures like Ning Yao of the Sword Qi Great Wall and Fei Ran of the Barren World were ultimately unique and isolated examples.

From this, it could be concluded that the cultivation years of the sword cultivator Gao Zhen would not be short.

Presumably, the current Sect Master of the Huangliang Sect, whose core formation was already extremely difficult, would have a different kind of fortune in the future.

Lu Chen smiled, “What about Dong Sangeng and the others? Have you forgotten about them? And the Hidden Official, who’s right in front of you, do you dare to ignore him?”

Qing Tong was uneasy. Was Sect Master Lu hinting that, besides the Hidden Official Chen right in front of her, there was also Mr. Zheng far away?

Lu Chen rolled his eyes. “Fellow Daoist Qing Tong, are you being too clever?”

Chen Ping’an reminded, “Don’t cause trouble when we get to the mountain.”

Lu Chen said with a smile, “Whenever I go out, I always try to be kind to others.”

Chen Ping’an smiled without comment.

Lu Chen asked, “Do you think Gao Zhen will mobilize the masses, summoning all the members of the Ancestral Hall, and rush to the foot of the mountain to welcome us in a boisterous manner?”

Ni Yuanzan smiled, “The Huangliang Sect is, after all, a immortal sect that has seen the world. It’s not a city alley, like a magistrate entering a rural village, where they must beat gongs and drums to show respect.”

Lu Chen suddenly exclaimed and rubbed his chin, “This works too? Sure enough, there is no distinction between high and low Dao, and no difference between near and far methods.”

Except for Ni Yuanzan, who was still unaware, Chen Ping’an and Qing Tong both noticed a mysterious Daoist ripple emanating from the mountain.