Taking a brief respite at the Dragon Resting Platform within the sea, a figure in a green robe descended into the ocean depths.

Chen Ping’an was currently unable to conjure the water-repelling spell, so he could only rely on his incomparably resilient martial arts physique to continuously delve deeper, much like a green mountain sinking into water.

Earlier, he had mistakenly thought that dropping to the first realm would grant him a moment to catch his breath. Unexpectedly, it was as the old saying goes, the Dao of Heaven brooks no delay, and there’s no overnight grudges.

Going to the Dashou Dynasty to demand an explanation was true, but that was a matter for Cui Dongshan and the others. As for enduring a heavenly tribulation alone, it was imminent and unavoidable.

Since avoiding the calamity was impossible, how to face it and how to overcome it was a matter of varied mystical methods and wondrous paths for mountain cultivators over tens of thousands of years.

Chen Ping’an used his eyesight in the sea and found an underwater mountain range. He shot towards it like an arrow, walking along its main ridge like a visitor descending a mountain.

Strangely enough, for Chen Ping’an, whose Great Dao favored water, he had only truly practiced water遁 methods a handful of times during his numerous long journeys.

Chen Ping’an was surprised to find signs of human activity on this mountain path. He swept his sleeve, clearing away the silt, revealing a dilapidated pavilion built into the mountainside.

Truly, the seas had turned into mulberry fields, and the mulberry fields had become seas.

After a rough calculation, he still had about fifteen minutes of leisure time. Since there was no one around, Chen Ping’an stretched and swung his sleeves, swaggering down the mountain. After a while, he felt bored, like someone walking in brocade at night. So he clasped his hands in his sleeves and gave himself a few words of encouragement. However, on second thought, asking the Heavens for favor now seemed wrong. Shouldn’t the correct approach be to ask “the Old Man in the Sky to take another nap”?

Chen Ping’an laughed to himself. At least he was a cultivator at the Limit realm, so speaking was still possible. Out of sheer boredom, he began to ask if anyone was there…

Would he be reduced to absolute destitution, even his martial arts physique destroyed? Or would his martial path advance further, entering the Eleventh realm as a Limit. This was the critical moment!

If it were the former, let alone the prospect of visiting the Jade Pure Capital in the future, even living for a hundred years would be uncertain.

If it were the latter, then it would truly be a case of keeping the green hills so there’s no need to worry about firewood. A first-realm cultivator only needed to climb the mountain slowly. That journey served both as a distraction and as a way to broaden his horizons, as well as to cultivate his spirit and practice.

It seemed that after all the twists and turns, he had returned to the bleak years when he, as a straw-sandal-wearing youth, relied on practicing punches to survive.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, he respectfully offered three sticks of incense and then walked aimlessly “below the mountain.” His green figure moved like a bolt of lightning. Chen Ping’an suddenly stopped and looked up. So fast?!

Chen Ping’an held his breath and took a deep breath, instantly entering the first layer of the Divine realm.

The surrounding seawater was pushed away layer by layer, causing the sea surface to surge with waves in an instant. Anomalous phenomena arose in the surrounding tens of thousands of li of water, and countless aquatic creatures in the sea fled further away.

At this moment, Mister Sanshan Jiuhou spoke to him from a distance with his mind voice: “Since you know my Dao name, you should know that I cannot help you in the slightest with this matter.”

Chen Ping’an smiled freely and said, “This junior appreciates your kind intentions, Senior.”

Mister Sanshan Jiuhou said no more, evidently having withdrawn his consciousness. He didn’t even utter a word of politeness, as this matter involved a heavenly tribulation, and anyone who meddled in it would at least incur the wrath of Heaven.

Being able to chat with Chen Ping’an at such a critical juncture was already considered bearing responsibility for this ancient Daoist.

Liu Xiang had also left the Dragon Resting Platform and appeared at a faraway immortal island with a Dao field hundreds of thousands of li away. He used his teleportation ability to throw a dozen or so unaccomplished immortal masters even further away.

Liu Xiang silently counted. A heavenly tribulation arrived as scheduled.

The sea area where Chen Ping’an was located seemed to be neatly divided, as if cut by a knife, instantly becoming devoid of water. In reality, countless amounts of seawater were being squeezed around one person by the Great Dao.

A drumming sound gradually echoed from the seabed, which was the strong heartbeat of the Human Martial Dao Lord.

Further away, the seawater frantically poured into the “empty space,” manifesting the astonishing phenomenon of boiling water being cooked by a great fire without any warning. Boiling water surged, and white mist shrouded the area, truly a sea of fire.

After the sea of fire, billions of golden raindrops fell from the sky. Each droplet was rounded and solidified into a physical object, like a golden, dazzling heavenly bead curtain hanging between the sky and the sea.

After that, the seabed vibrated, and the mountains came alive with intelligence, fiercely denouncing the sole martial artist’s crime with divine music, stating that his actions were rebellious and punishable by death!

Liu Xiang sighed repeatedly. This was still the aftermath of the collapse of the new Divine Path. If Zhou Mi had been willing to cling to life in the human world, would he have meddled at this juncture? The consequences would have been unimaginable.

Even the Shanhai Sect felt the ripples of this Great Dao tide. The surging waves crashed against the shore, causing cracks to appear on the cliffs, and the stone carvings and inscriptions made by immortal masters throughout history blurred.

However, the incense burning time of one stick at the Second Mountain had arrived, so Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi and the others had to rush to the Dashou Central Peak of the Third Mountain. Only Mi Yu returned to Bottle-Nose Continent, appearing at Gray Mist Mountain and returning to Luopo Mountain.

Nalan Xianxiu watched the group of sword immortals leave. The astonishing sound of the waves woke up a confused little girl. She ran over with an umbrella to see what was happening.

The little girl spirit, who called herself撐花 (Holding Flower), stood on tiptoes. She wanted to help her Ancestral Master block the rain. Nalan Xianxiu waved her hand and smiled, “You can just use your umbrella to avoid the rain yourself.”

Nalan Xianxiu exhaled a smoke ring and muttered to herself, “Betraying one person’s heart, saving this human world. Holding Flower, tell me, should I scold him, or praise him for being right?”

The little girl said angrily, “As long as it’s not that scoundrel, I’ll give that person a thumbs-up and praise him as a hero, a sage, a good person. Anyway, praising him is fine.”

Nalan Xianxiu smiled and said, “What if it is him?”

The little girl was stunned and said fiercely, “If I meet him, I’ll scold him a hundred times verbally, and at most praise him once in my heart.”

Nalan Xianxiu smiled and said, “How talented and heroic were those direct disciples of the Sage of Literature lineage? Why are they all such blockheads when it comes to love between men and women?”

The little girl said gloomily, “Ancestral Master, it’s understandable. If they weren’t like that, why would I like them?”

Nalan Xianxiu nodded and said, “You have a point.”

Liu Xiang suddenly frowned and looked at the distant sea area, reminding with his mind voice, “Wang Zhu, don’t rush over and mess things up. This heavenly tribulation, the current commotion is just the beginning.”

A true dragon, wrapped in thousands of zhang of waves, used water spells on the sea, frantically heading towards the seabed where the heavenly tribulation was landing, like the old dragon three thousand years ago soaring through clouds and mist to bring rain to the human world.

Liu Xiang only advised her once and then no longer reminded or stopped this East Sea Water Lord. In the human world, no matter how complex human hearts are and how the mountains and rivers change, it is ultimately one’s own doing, or one must seek one’s own blessings.

The true dragon crashed into an invisible Great Dao barrier, getting its head broken and bleeding. One of its dragon horns broke off on the spot, and the other was also about to fall. However, it disregarded everything and repeatedly rammed against the wall.

The wall, though invisible, was stained with blood, and the two dragon horns had long since fallen to the seabed. The dragon claws that tried to break through the barrier were also shattered.

Messing things up? She couldn’t help at all.

Wang Zhu could no longer maintain her true dragon form and returned to human form, floating downwards. In a daze, she murmured softly, “I’ll return it to you.”

As for half of the sea’s water energy carried by Wang Zhu, it lingered there.

Within the restricted area, the pure martial artist who had tempered his body through layers of divine tribulations finally reached the Eleventh realm as he had expected. Strands of martial destiny descended to this place and this body.

However, the decline was still hard to conceal. The Great Dao was about to crush him. Relying on the martial god realm physique and fist intent alone was still too insignificant, like a single duckweed in the vast ocean.

Wang Zhu struggled to open her eyes and vaguely saw a figure in a green robe, but it wasn’t him.

It was the dragon-slaying person, Chen Qingliu, who made her feel no resistance even after reaching the Fourteenth realm!

Chen Qingliu received Mister Sanshan Jiuhou’s mind voice and was able to traverse two worlds in a single step, arriving directly at the seabed of Haoran.

Wang Zhu heard the other party’s words, which carried a hint of mockery, “Mountains and rivers may change, but nature is hard to alter. Still an untamed and unruly nature, but willing to sacrifice oneself for others to repay the kindness of saving one’s life. Regardless of the true feelings, what was done was the act of a ‘weary dragon’ sacrificing its Dao for righteousness. It’s quite novel.”

Three thousand years ago, there were many flood dragons in the world, so this act would not have been considered anything new, just as good and bad deeds, kindness and malicious intent are always intertwined in the human world.

But three thousand years later, since Wang Zhu was the first true dragon in the world, the meaning was different.

Before the connection between Heaven and Earth, Chen Qingliu had already anticipated this moment. He just didn’t expect it to come so quickly.

This shows how much Zhou Mi’s planned new human world fell short because of Chen Ping’an’s matter, causing such heavenly resentment and divine anger.

Chen Qingliu retreated, stopping tens of thousands of li away from the Great Dao barrier, preparing to unleash his vital flying sword and challenge the “Dao.”

Who cared who he killed, or what he fought?

He, a person of humble origins from a brothel, had the good fortune to prove the Dao, merge with the Dao, and reach the peak of the human world. He had also done one or two things that only he could do.

Learning increases daily, while Dao decreases daily. Cultivators damage the superfluous to supplement the insufficient. This sword was something Chen Qingliu had to give, a return gift that this human world deserved.

This was justice.

The ghost “Xian” who had wandered in the Dashou Dynasty for three thousand years should have been handled by him personally to help her gain freedom and escape the sea of suffering.

This was a private matter.

Therefore, Chen Qingliu had to deliver a sword, for both public and private reasons, to help that young man pass this tribulation and continue to hope for a truly peaceful and prosperous era.

The sword emerged like an ancestral dragon ascending to Heaven.

Unfortunately, there were no spectators in the human world.

Shi Zhouren, this Daoist, was probably the top assassin. The only one who could barely compete with him was probably Xiao Xun.

Although he had calculated a lot about the entire human world, there was a saying that was quite brilliant: “accidents” in the world always appear in a fresh guise, either startling people or surprising them.

So, Crown Prince Yin Mi of the Dashou Dynasty in the Central Divine Continent experienced both tonight. The shock was that the Emperor had unexpectedly died violently in the capital of Dali Dynasty in Bottle-Nose Continent. The surprise was that a country cannot be without a ruler for a day.

Crown Prince Yin Mi, who was in charge of supervising the state, was in his prime. He estimated that he would have to be Crown Prince for at least another thirty years before he had the chance to ascend to the throne.

Vice Headmaster Han of the Confucian Temple directly found Yin Mi, the Crown Prince who was working overnight on official documents, and then asked him to summon nearly twenty important Dashou officials to squeeze into a room.

Only then did Old Master Han explain the reason. Everyone was dumbfounded. If it weren’t for Old Master Han being the Vice Headmaster of the Haoran Confucian Temple, anyone would think it was an extremely absurd joke.

Your Dashou Emperor Yin Ji, Prince Yin Miao, and Grand Academician Cai Yushan secretly colluded with a Qingming Daoist and the Fourteenth Realm ghost Xian, designing to ambush and kill the new Dali Dynasty Imperial Tutor, and were all counter-killed.

A decorated armored general stared wide-eyed and said sternly, “Headmaster Han, our Emperor personally went on a diplomatic mission to Dali to try and form an alliance with the Song family. For whatever reason, the Emperor of the Dashou Dynasty, that person surnamed Chen, just killed him?!”

Old Master Han said angrily, “Do you understand the rules, goddamn it, call me Vice Headmaster Han! Goddamn it, the Headmaster of the Confucian Temple is surnamed Dong!”

The group of civil officials in the room were stunned by the repeated “goddamn it.”

The armored general’s face turned red, his neck thickened, and he was about to argue with Vice Headmaster Han. A country’s emperor being openly killed in another country’s capital was simply a huge humiliation. How, Chen Ping’an is the closed-door disciple of the Sage of Literature, he’s accusing first, and you of the Central Earth Confucian Temple are going to blindly favor Dali?

Crown Prince Yin Mi reprimanded, “Ma Xuan, don’t be rude.”

Ma Xuan was the Emperor’s most trusted confidant. Yin Mi was the nominal Crown Prince supervising the state, and the one supervising him, the supervising Crown Prince, was Ma Xuan, who had just been transferred to the capital not long ago.

No, he should be called the “Late Emperor” now.

Old Master Han said, “Prince Yin Miao once wandered in an immortal palace in a dream and met a person who called himself an ‘Immortal Monarch, Shi Zhouren.’ After that, Emperor Yin Ji secretly studied mountain secret techniques, attempting to possess Yin Miao’s physical body and rule as the Dashou Emperor for a hundred or even several hundred years. Grand Academician Cai Yushan followed the path of assisting the dragon and played a significant role during this period, providing detailed information on this immortal’s life chronicle and social interactions. You must investigate clearly when, where, and who were involved in the earliest contacts between Dashou and the ghost ‘Xian’.”

“The Dali Dynasty has formally declared war on your Dashou. I believe you will receive the state letter soon. On the Barbarian Battlefield, your two countries’ border armies are close. The Dali Iron Cavalry should have already been notified and are just waiting for the outcome here… After the battle in Bottle-Nose Continent, they all say that the Dali Iron Cavalry is the best in the world, and you of the Dashou Dynasty are the least convinced. Goddamn it, how many of your six hundred thousand Dashou border troops will survive if a battle breaks out? Aren’t you officials curious?”

Hearing this, the civil and military officials, the pillars of the Dashou Dynasty, all changed their expressions drastically. If Emperor Yin Ji was accused of “rebellion,” and the emperor attempting to achieve immortality was a matter of the Dashou Yin clan and the Central Earth Confucian Temple that governed all emperors and rulers, perhaps it could still be vaguely passed off as an unspoken family shame not to be publicized. To take a step back, even if the Confucian Temple’s handling result was lenient on the outside and strict on the inside, would they still change the national surname after such a major internal conflict?

To take ten thousand steps back, even if the Dashou Dynasty really changed its surname, wouldn’t they, these capable and experienced civil and military officials, still be needed?

After all, whoever ruled the country needed officials to govern.

However, a significant portion of the six hundred thousand border troops of the Dashou Dynasty heading to the Barbarian Battlefield were young noblemen who served as mid-level officials to gain experience and “gild their reputations.” They were related to the people in the room, and through various connections, they could always establish relationships. When fighting the Barbarian monsters, regardless of the outcome of the battle, they could hide behind the lines. But once a war with Dali broke out, who would they not kill? Moreover, the Dali border army, completely unrestrained, would kill these noblemen who only used their mouths and accumulated military achievements.

It is said that after the end of the central campaign in Bottle-Nose Continent, the Dali border army built sixteen Jingguan (piles of enemy heads) on both banks of the Great River. It is said that those whose bodies were placed on top of the Jingguan were all from Barbarian sects and great families.

An elderly Yin clan member in charge of the Ministry of Military bowed and pleaded, “Vice Headmaster Han, the Confucian Temple must urge the Dali Song family to exercise restraint. The border armies of both countries heading to the Barbarian Battlefield are top elites. Once the two countries fall out, it will be a disastrous infighting, which will only delay the overall situation of Haoran’s attack on the Barbarian territory. Wouldn’t that make the Barbarian monsters laugh?”

Old Master Han sneered, “I already know that the Dali cavalry is elite. As for whether the Dashou border army is elite, we will know clearly after the battle.”

A handsome and very young civil official stepped forward, bowed, and said in a clear voice, “Vice Headmaster Han, allow me to speak boldly. The Dashou Dynasty should bear the blame for the Late Emperor’s mistakes. However, if the Dali border army is allowed to attack Dashou without restraint from the Central Earth Confucian Temple, there will be a suspicion of inhumanity in allowing the situation to worsen. The border armies of both countries who die in a foreign land will be innocent and die in vain. Therefore, this humble official implores the Confucian Temple to hold the Dashou Dynasty accountable while also preventing the Dali Song family from acting impulsively.”

Old Master Han asked, “Where do you hold office?”

The young civil official said, “Reader for the Crown Prince, Junior Supervisor of the Imperial Household Department.”

Old Master Han turned to look at Crown Prince Yin Mi, “He’s a trusted subordinate you personally promoted?”

Yin Mi replied, “He is a literary talent deeply admired by the Late Emperor, and he writes exquisite Qingci (Daoist ritual texts).”

Old Master Han said, “Yin Mi, immediately send this person to the Barbarian Battlefield, to the front line where the territories of Dashou and the Dali Iron Cavalry meet.”

The young civil official, who was originally destined for a rapid ascent in the Dashou court in this life, stood frozen on the spot, terrified out of his wits.

A Vice Headmaster of the Confucian Temple wouldn’t intentionally scare him with words.

Old Master Han stared at this person, “Only by becoming one of the Dashou border troops are you qualified to say these nice words and principles of righteousness to me.”

“Kid, when the time comes, write a letter to the Central Earth Confucian Temple, whether it’s a stirring farewell letter or a righteous plea for the Dashou border army, both I and the Confucian Temple will believe that you mean every word.”

“Remember to smear some snot and tears on the letter paper. You write Qingci well, I wonder if you can write a few brilliant frontier poems.”

The second-in-command of the Imperial Household Department, who was not yet thirty and had already been exceptionally promoted to one of the key officials of the Dashou central government, already regretted his intestines.

Thinking of himself being thrown onto the Barbarian battlefield, with the two countries at war, a certain Dali Iron Cavalry charging forward and pulling out a gleaming knife towards him, or a spear piercing his chest from horseback, or enemy arrows raining down… He was terrified just imagining such scenes, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Old Master Han ignored this person and began to issue orders, “Yin Mi, the Dashou Dynasty will cooperate with the Confucian Temple to thoroughly investigate this matter. Starting immediately, the capital will be under martial law. No flying sword transmissions are allowed to be sent out, and officials and cultivators are not allowed to leave. Furthermore, secretly notify the Five Yue Mountain Lords, the Imperial Observatory, and the high-ranking river gods to fully cooperate with the Crown Prince’s Mansion and investigate to the end. Anyone who leaks information will be severely punished according to both Dashou national law and the Yin clan’s family rules. Furthermore, regarding the secret decree involving the deployment of all mountain and water spirits within the Dashou territory, I will first affix a Confucian Temple seal.”

Yin Mi nodded and said, “There is only one principle. Until the truth is ascertained, all subsequent matters, including myself, the Dashou Dynasty will obey the Confucian Temple’s dispatch.”

In fact, everyone in the room knew that the Grand Emperor of the Dashou Dynasty was the Central Peak Mountain Lord, Yin Ni, on the mountaintop.

In Haoran Continent, the Dashou Yin clan was unique among the dynasties that built their capitals at the foot of a Great Yue mountain.

Ma Xuan had taken the path of promotion through the Central Peak, joining the Dashou border army and successfully achieving merit, becoming the foremost military general and border official.

In addition, there was the Dashou Dynasty Imperial Tutor, Liu Rao, who was as elusive as a dragon. He had been in seclusion for nearly a hundred years, to the extent that many common people did not even know that the current dynasty still had an Imperial Tutor.

At this moment, a white-clothed young man with a mole on his forehead walked out from the doorway, smiling and saying, “Headmaster Han, why don’t you let me assist the Crown Prince and fill in the gaps?”

Old Master Han pondered for a moment and nodded, “That would be for the best. I am also worried that the virtuous gentlemen I brought with me will not be able to see through the hundreds of tricks of these crafty officials in the room.”

Ma Xuan was furious in his heart and muttered to himself, “This fellow also calls you Headmaster Han, why don’t you scold him with a ‘goddamn it’?”

Cui Dongshan sighed, complaining, “People are different. Some eat food, some eat shit. When they open their mouths to speak, can the taste be the same?”

Ma Xuan was also unsure of this person’s identity and mistakenly thought he was a upright gentleman from the Central Earth Confucian Temple. However, what he said was not upright.

Old Master Han didn’t want to look at the Dashou officials again. He left the room with Cui Dongshan first, following the procedures, and casually gave a few instructions.

Cui Dongshan just turned around, then suddenly leaned back, sticking out his head, and said with a smile, “Brother Crown Prince, act according to your position. You were lucky enough to become Emperor early. You should set things right at the source. What can you do in muddy water except make it muddier and the turbid more turbid? I don’t think there’s a second outcome, is there?”

Yin Mi cupped his hands and said, “I am enlightened.”

Cui Dongshan put his hands in his sleeves and said softly, “Later, there might be a significant commotion. The Confucian Temple shouldn’t make a big fuss over a small matter.”

Old Master Han didn’t dwell on the contradiction in his words and asked with a smile, “How significant is the commotion?”

Cui Dongshan raised his hand to cradle the back of his head and said, “It depends on the situation.”

A secluded valley on the outskirts of the capital was the location of the Dashou Dynasty Imperial Tutor’s Dao field, but several layers of clever illusion formations were set up, causing ordinary people passing by while traveling to automatically detour.

After a branch-washing rain, in the rustling breeze of orioles, a small two-courtyard house was located here, with green tiles and white walls, showcasing the scenery of a mountain home.

A large old locust tree in front of the house was old and bare, with a trunk as thick as a bucket and sparse branches. Behind the house was an old osmanthus tree with dense shade. Taking refuge here in the scorching summer, it could accommodate thirty to forty guests.

A group of magical fireflies, known as “Illuminating Night Clear” by mountain cultivators, gathered on the bare old locust tree, shining brightly like a giant golden evening candle.

An immortal atmosphere.

Jiang Shangzhen, who was here as a guest, used a barrier-breaking talisman, opened the door, and entered.

In the open space in front of the house, there were two wooden chairs, one large and one small, with an old man and a young girl sitting on them.

The old man was boasting about how brave he was in his younger days, “My master disdains false reputation, loves peace and quiet the most, and is weary of the mundane world. If it were a hundred years ago, would you, a little girl, even think of becoming my disciple? The young talents and cultivation geniuses who wanted to establish a connection with me could line up from the mountain gate at the foot of the Central Peak all the way to the Yuxiao Palace on the mountaintop.”

The old man saw that the girl was completely unconvinced, so he added an extra explanation, “Don’t think that master doesn’t look like a high-ranking person. This is called ‘a meat bun with meat inside, not on the folds’.”

The girl still didn’t know where this place was or who her master was. She had been thrown here by her family at the end of last year. Her cultivation aptitude was acceptable, and her strength lay in arguing with her master, “Donkey dung, shiny on the outside.”

The old man was the Dashou National Master Liu Rao. His Dao power was profound, and so-called immortals like Cai Yushan in the court were no match for him.

Liu Rao glanced at the guest who had used a high-grade barrier-breaking talisman. He was unfamiliar and asked with a smile, “Who are you, traveling here? I apologize for not welcoming you.”

Jiang Shangzhen leisurely strolled within the other person’s Dao field and said with a smile, “This junior is named Zhou Fei, and my Dao name is Collapsed True Monarch. I have met the Dashou National Master.”

Liu Rao clapped his hands and praised, “What a good Dao name!”

On the peak of the Central Peak, within a heavily restricted mountain and water secret realm, a woman in court attire with a lazy demeanor stood leaning against the railing, holding a plain silk fan. She reached out and seemed to “take down” the bright moon in the sky, “embroidering” it onto the silk, turning it into a white jade disc. Then she “moved” an old osmanthus tree from the back of Liu Rao’s Dao field and planted it under the moon. She then moved five emerald green mountain peaks from the Northern Peak territory, arranging them together. On the silk fan, they looked like a miniature and adorable blue and white ceramic brush rest…

A dishevelled man leaned against the railing, tapping the ground with the tip of one foot, deeply impressed, “I never thought there was such a ‘Hundred Treasures Inlay’ technique in the world. Truly, the Weaver Girl is reborn.”

The Central Peak Mountain Goddess, the Ancestral Master of the Dashou Yin clan, Yin Ni, didn’t even raise her head and sneered, “You talk as if you’ve seen the Weaver Girl.”

Unexpectedly, the man was so shameless that he actually nodded and said, “I have seen her. Let alone her weaving skills, she looks seven or eight parts similar to you.”

Yin Ni raised her head with a smile, using extremely pure Central Earth elegant speech, but with extremely vulgar content, she cursed the man, anyway, it was related to his ancestors for eighteen generations.

The man, instead of being angry, laughed and clapped his hands, “You even sound like her!”

Shanhai Sect, after the excitement, was quiet.

The scenery was always the same scenery, except that the waves were a bit bigger today, like the Old Dragon King blowing his beard, attracting heavenly winds and waves, and it rained.

Just as the little girl Holding Flower was about to go home, Nalan Xianxiu asked her to wait a moment. The little girl asked doubtfully, “Waiting for who?”

Nalan Xianxiu said, “Hopefully we can wait for them. If not, there’s nothing we can do.”

According to her estimation, it was highly likely that Holding Flower would go back first, and she would need to wait until midnight.

The little girl didn’t ask who she was waiting for.

Just as Nalan Xianxiu estimated that the incense burning time had arrived and sighed softly, she put away her pipe and was about to tell Holding Flower to go back and rest…

A figure in a green robe appeared out of thin air, looking slightly disheveled, swaying, and unable to stand still.

The little girl looked closely, oh, a half-acquaintance.

She held the umbrella with one hand, put the other on her hip, and asked with wide eyes, “Why is it you again? Why did you sneak over without saying hello? Is it that hard to walk through the main gate? Will you twist your ankle?”

The green-robed guest, caught red-handed again, looked a bit embarrassed and didn’t know how to explain. Last time, he was thrown here by the Sage of Rites. This time, he chose the Shanhai Sect himself.

The little girl glanced at him sideways and asked secretively, “This mysterious foreign guest, do you recognize Ah Liang now?”

Chen Ping’an said helplessly, “Actually, I do recognize him, and he’s a very good friend. I lied last time.”

The little girl’s eyes lit up and she asked tentatively, “Since you recognize Ah Liang, then you must recognize that Embroidered Tiger, right? That’s the Imperial Tutor of the Dali Dynasty in Bottle-Nose Continent, Cui Chan!”

She wanted to seek justice for Sister Feicui.

The man blinked and replied irrelevantly, “I am the Imperial Tutor of the Dali Dynasty.”

The little girl was stunned on the spot, feeling that her brain wasn’t working quite right.

If the other person was from Dali, wouldn’t he be from her hometown? And the Imperial Tutor of Dali? The county magistrate is better than the current official. She still had a small nest in a mountain area within the territory of Dali.

Nalan Xianxiu suppressed a smile and composed herself. The founder of the Shanhai Sect, for the first time, gave an outsider a Wanfu salute (a respectful bow for women), “Daoist Nalan Xianxiu, thank you, Mr. Chen.”

After returning the bow with cupped hands, Chen Ping’an quickly paid respects with three sticks of incense and hurried away from the Shanhai Sect.

The heavy rain didn’t last long. Putting away her umbrella, the little girl Holding Flower was satisfied. She nodded to herself, rubbed her eyes, wiped her face, and muttered to herself.

“This Dali Imperial Tutor, coincidentally also named Chen, looks quite decent and has a good demeanor, but he’s too timid, haha, he was scared away by me.”

Actually, the clever little girl guessed that he was the person who had long lived in Sister Xiuxiu’s heart. He didn’t look handsome, so why did she like him?