The dawn painted the sky as Chen Ping’an rose, turning his gaze towards the approaching figure. Weighed down by the affairs of Broken Mountain, Wei Bo hurried from the slopes of Cloudveil, clad in robes of purest snow, a single golden earring glinting against his cheek.

Small wonder Cloudveil, of all the Five Peaks of Treasure Bottle Isle, boasted the most numerous ranks of female attendants.

Chen Ping’an smiled, “Has Zheng Dafeng’s taste for spirits dwindled so? The Lord of Cloudveil remains unsated? Has he come seeking a second draught?”

Zheng Dafeng, it seemed, had succumbed to the wine’s embrace, failing to return to his quarters at Broken Mountain. He’d sought slumber near the Mountain Lord’s own manse.

Wei Bo massaged his brow, the mingled drinks proving potent. “I bring tidings, two-fold, public and private. Were it not of the first nature, I would not dare intrude upon the Mountain Master’s nocturnal solitude.”

Chen Ping’an frowned, “Public affairs between you and I?”

Wei Bo bristled, “Cao Wu, General of Yu Province, seeks parley with you. By the martial law of Great Li, he could communicate directly with me through encoded tablets, yet he now graces the Hall of Rites within my manse. Once tea is drunk, he will likely seek an audience at Broken Mountain.”

A flicker of suspicion crossed Chen Ping’an’s face. “Yu Province lies close to our own Chu Province. Custom dictates a Provincial General be granted a private vessel. Why trouble Cloudveil? Furthermore, should urgent matters of war arise, the Mountain of the Crown Prince of the Northern Peak lies near the General’s headquarters. Why not request swift passage directly to Broken Mountain’s gates? Has General Cao sought to invoke the authority of the Lord of Cloudveil to sway my favor?”

Wei Bo chuckled, “I am merely the messenger this night. Cao Wu, fearing your refusal, revealed he recently traversed the Felling Yards of Yuzhang Commandery in Hong Province, and met with the newly appointed Warden, Lin Zhengcheng.”

The truth of Cao Wu’s identity was etched within the annals of Cloudveil’s manse. Cao Wu, born Xu Mao, was once the scholarly warrior of the Stone Hare Kingdom, celebrated for his martial prowess. When the iron steeds of Great Li charged southward, threatening the old Vermillion Shine Dynasty, Stone Hare, a staunch vassal, stood defiant. In the ensuing, bloody conflict, Cao Wu, failing to protect his lord, witnessed the demise of Prince Han Jingshin. He then sought refuge with Su Gaoshan, the Great Li’s Inspector-General, first serving as a mere scout. Through years of valor and cunning, he rose to become General of Yu Province. He further solidified his position by marrying a scion of the Yuan family, esteemed pillars of the realm. Among border troops and the court, Cao Wu was well-regarded.

Chen Ping’an’s brow furrowed, “Then I shall accompany you to the Hall of Rites, and greet this esteemed General of Yu Province myself.”

Wei Bo grinned, “So eager to grant him such consideration?”

Chen Ping’an replied, “How many Provincial Generals does the Great Li Court possess? Each is half a father to the people!”

Cao Wu had not ventured into the Savage Lands, leaving but two possibilities: stagnation, with his path of ascension within the Great Li bureaucracy at an end, or favor, marked as one chosen by the Emperor Song He to potentially lead the Ministry of War. He would gradually distance himself from the Great Li’s border armies, gaining influence and connections in the provinces, positioning himself to be brought forth to the Imperial court by the Yuan family.

Thus, Chen Ping’an followed Wei Bo to Cloudveil, where, within a tranquil pavilion, they found the General of Yu Province, sipping tea while a female attendant burned incense.

Chen Ping’an clasped his hands in greeting, “General Cao, have twenty years not passed since our parting in the snows?”

Cao Wu rose in welcome, returning the salute with a hearty laugh, “Cao Wu, General of Yu Province, formerly Xu Mao of the Stone Hare Kingdom, greets Mountain Master Chen. Years have passed, Mountain Master.”

As the host, Wei Bo dismissed the mistress of the Hall of Rites who attended the tea, choosing to serve their honored guests himself. The female official, once the River God of old Northern Peak under Great Li, showed subtle disappointment. She offered a graceful curtsy to the young Hidden Official, Chen Ping’an, whom she met for the first time, and departed slowly. Cloudveil and Broken Mountain were close, and the Mountain Lord and Hidden Official enjoyed a renowned friendship, yet the Hidden Official rarely visited Cloudveil. The officials of the Hall of Rites felt the lack keenly. She had several times beseeched the Mountain Lord to invite the young Hidden Official to the Hall, but Wei Bo would evade the request.

Chen Ping’an took the teacup from Wei Bo’s hand and asked, “What business brings Xu brother to me this night?”

Xu Mao replied, “His Imperial Majesty plans a secret southern tour, dwelling at the Felling Yards of Yuzhang Commandery in Hong Province. As General of Yu Province, overseeing the military affairs of Hong Province, I must ensure his safety. However, the monks within my army are young and inexperienced. Many veterans were summoned to the Savage Lands. I fear that unforeseen circumstances may arise. I dare ask Mountain Master Chen to journey to the Felling Yards.”

Chen Ping’an demurred, “What counsel has Warden Lin offered?”

Xu Mao stated, “Warden Lin feels the Felling Yards lack the resources and personnel to handle all eventualities, and requires additional support from the General’s headquarters.”

This was bureaucratic doublespeak, seemingly saying nothing, yet somehow conveying everything.

Chen Ping’an smiled and nodded, “Understood. Trouble yourself to provide the exact dates, and even if I cannot attend Yuzhang Commandery myself, I will have sword cultivators from the mountain guard in secret. As this concerns imperial secrets, and I possess only a trivial badge from the Ministry of War, Broken Mountain cannot be involved without orders from the Ministry of Justice. Xu brother should inform the Ministry of Justice and the Ritual Clearing Office of the Ministry of Rites, lest misunderstandings arise. Once the Imperial Court has confirmed, I will arrange personnel and their journey.”

Relief washed over the face of the General of Yu Province, who raised his teacup, “Xu Mao offers this tea as thanks to Mountain Master Chen.”

Chen Ping’an finished his cup and spoke of the Stone Hare Kingdom, whereupon Xu Mao quickly took his leave.

Seeing the General of Yu Province to the door, Wei Bo cast a spell, transporting Xu Mao back to the secret chamber of his headquarters.

Wei Bo chuckled, “General Cao intends to use you to curry favor. Few can command the presence of the Hidden Official on Treasure Bottle Isle. Whether you go to Hong Province or not, the mere presence of a few named members of Broken Mountain would impress the Emperor. I wonder what Cao Wu spoke of with Lin Zhengcheng. Should I inquire, lest Cao Wu take advantage?”

Chen Ping’an shook his head, “No matter. I am already pondering the journey to Yuzhang Commandery.”

Before Chen Ping’an could inquire, Wei Bo spoke of the “private” matter, “Zheng Dafeng speaks of three choices. Remaining at Broken Mountain, abandoning his role as gatekeeper and finding a mountain on which to teach. Going to the world of the Tong Leaf to pal around with Cui Dongshan, or going to Qi Du. The third choice requires our joint recommendation, which troubles him.”

Chen Ping’an exploded, “Has the man lost his senses?!”

How could Zheng Dafeng, a simple warrior, seek to become a Duke of the Great River?!

Currently, there were Marquis Changchun Yang Hua and Earl Linli Cao Yong on Treasure Bottle Isle, but it lacked a Water Lord bearing the title of “Duke”.

Whoever filled that gap, Great Li would have the power of recommendation, requiring only a nod of approval from the Temple of Literature, a mere formality, unlike adding a clan-head Immortal mansion to Treasure Bottle Isle, as the Great River was carved out by Great Li itself, so the Temple of Literature would not interfere with the Song family. The high position had been left vacant, and countless powers were battling over it. If Zheng Dafeng tried to fill the role, Wei Bo would have to help him get a foot in the door, but the final decision would be made by Chen Ping’an, who refused to become a Great Li State Preceptor.

Wei Bo leaned against the door, “I berated him myself, but he said it was his master’s wish. I could say nothing. You know how Zheng Dafeng values his master.”

Chen Ping’an took a deep breath.

Wei Bo glanced at the sullen Chen Ping’an and laughed, “Why such a look of dismay? We cultivators seek longevity. Those who achieve sainthood through their writing achieve divinity. Are they not two paths to the same destination?”

Previously, at the Ministry of Music, Zheng Dafeng, drunkenly slurring, had proclaimed that if he truly became such a high official, and Cloudveil rose beside him, they could flourish together. Good brothers must share fortune as well as hardship and both had the chance to attain divine status.

Chen Ping’an shook his head, “Zheng Dafeng is not like you.”

If this were merely a boon requiring only a bit of influence, Chen Ping’an would not hesitate, even if Broken Mountain had to engage in exchanges of benefits with Great Li for Zheng Dafeng’s sake. But Zheng Dafeng’s ascension down this path of divinity was complex and far-reaching. It was difficult to say if he would be repeating history. Chen Ping’an did not know if Zheng Dafeng remembered the “events of those years.” In Chen Ping’an’s eyes, it could “wait and see.” A new Great River would appear in the Tong Leaf World, so Zheng Dafeng would have a place in the world.

Chen Ping’an asked, “What are Zheng Dafeng’s true thoughts? Did he show some inclination in his words to you when drinking?”

Wei Bo chuckled, “Blame me for not speaking clearly. It’s not as bad as you think. Our Dafeng had already started planning twenty sections for his own Water Palace, inviting the currently unassigned female spirits of mountains and rivers. He asked me for a list, so it would at least be as good as Cloudveil.”

Chen Ping’an cursed with anguish.

He did not know whether to curse Zheng Dafeng’s optimism or Wei Bo for “false information.”

“Drink while you can, worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.”

Wei Bo smiled, “Mountain Master Chen is so busy, so it’s rare to visit Cloudveil. Since you’re here, you must have a few drinks.”

Chen Ping’an said, “What need have we of wine, with our friendship? A gentleman’s friendship is as clear as water!”

Zheng Dafeng had hinted to the Mountain Lord that tonight’s feast must have alcohol, and some meat.

Wei Bo pretended not to understand Zheng Dafeng’s hints. Zheng Dafeng, in the end, had drunk the vegetarian wine without complaint.

Wei Bo seized Chen Ping’an’s arm, pulling him back to the pavilion, and snapped his fingers. Servants in courtly dresses entered, bearing wine and dishes. Three servants carried food boxes. Surely there would be no dish where he could only take two or three bites. Why would he need so much trouble with only two people drinking? While setting down the dishes, they moved gracefully, casting looks of admiration to Chen Ping’an.

Chen Ping’an smiled, speaking through thought, “Lord Wei, is this not payback?”

Wei Bo laughed, “Give a dog a bad name and hang him.”

It seemed that the officials in the Hall of Rites would not complain about being busy in the coming months.

Next time, Mountain Master Chen visits the manse, can we move the drinking location to the Monitoring Office?

After they all left, Wei Bo did not try to make him drink. He grabbed a bit of pickled bamboo shoots, chewed slowly, and asked, “Do the Five Peaks of Treasure Bottle Isle have the chance to be ‘deified’ because of your suggestion?”

Chen Ping’an took a sip of wine, “What are you thinking? I’m not some Sage, how can I be so powerful?”

Wei Bo said, “News from the Central Land stated that your teacher made the suggestion. The Rites College supported it. Mao Siye offered a plan, listing the pros and cons. Three Temple of Literature Vice-masters and Principals had one for, one against, and one undecided, so the Temple must have a formal meeting where 72 College leaders must come to decide the matter. On the surface, it will most likely pass.”

Chen Ping’an nodded, “If the Five Peaks of the Central Lands had titles, then it should be okay. After the process, your roles will probably remain unchanged. Recently, the Temple of Literature reinitiated the Great River ceremony. Then, the water god was created to safeguard water transport, helping him get merit. Surely the mountain gods had some objections. I would also nag them a bit. If you give the Five Peaks five titles, it would cost the Temple nothing, but it would help stabilize the territory, appease the mountain gods, and give them something to look forward to. It would be good for everyone.”

Wei Bo laughed, “That Mao Mountain Master is quite clever to get promoted to the head of the Rites College.”

Chen Ping’an complained, “That’s not what it is. It’s called being fair. You don’t need to get all the benefits.”

Wei Bo said, “If you get the chance, thank Ning Yao for me when you go to Five Color Land.”

Chen Ping’an nodded, “I will.”

Wei Bo tried to ask, “Zheng Dafeng sounds like you desperately need money. Cloudveil has 70 or 80 money coins, planning on saving to use Great Li’s salary, and save up for a few hundred years so it can look respectable. But since that is not needed, do you want it?”

Chen Ping’an waved, “I don’t need your garbage.”

Wei Bo immediately held up his cup, “Mountain Lord is generous, I need to toast.”

Chen Ping’an waved, “Stop talking, drink 3 cups for sincerity.”

Wei Bo did indeed drink three cups of wine, and hiccuped, joking, “Following Chu Province customs, when celebrating, there needs to be two parties. One in Flying Ascencion and one in Broken Mountain. If Broken Mountain is too small, the Mountain Lord’s home can provide space.”

Chen Ping’an nodded at Wei Bo, took off his cloth shoes, and rolled up his sleeves, planning to drink to the end with Wei Mountain Lord. With a slurp, he finished his cup.

Wei Bo suddenly said, “Lin Shouyi has been meditating for a while in Everlasting Spring Palace. According to the recent Northern Peak leyline, he and Xie Ling from Long Spring Sword Sect will reach jade purity.”

Chen Ping’an said, “Since I promised Xu Mao that I’d go to Yuzhang, why don’t we go to Everlasting Spring Palace?”

Wei Bo said, “What does it have to do with me? You can go to Everlasting Spring Palace, and they’ll welcome you. You going or not doesn’t matter.”

Chen Ping’an reached out his hand, “Give it back.”

Ning Yao likes to read Chen Ping’an’s travelogs, saying it’s a good habit.

In Broken Mountain, Xiaomi is an informant, especially since the white haired child is compiling an annal. You can’t hide anything.

Just thinking about traveling to the Central Lands and having to visit Hundred Flower Land gives Chen Ping’an a headache.

Chen Ping’an had still never been to Fox Country, located in his land.

Wei Bo laughed, “I will reluctantly go to Everlasting Spring Palace with you.”

Willow outside of the blue horse, Water side of the red sleeve, Wind coat jade pendant, Colorful dress flutters, Yingying Yanyan everywhere.

The female officials in the Mountain Lord’s home, whether spirits or ghosts, were curious about the young Hidden Official.

Wei Bo smiled, “Ning Yao is a magnanimous woman. Why are you so fussy? Are you trying to hide something?”

Chen Ping’an coldly said, “Are you, a small mountain god, trying to show off your skill to a Great Peak Mountain Lord?”

He might not be as good as Zhu Lian, Zhou Senior, and Mi Great Sword Immortal in love and theory, but he could beat Wei Bo, Little Mo, and Xian Wei. They could all come at once.

Wei Bo was speechless, regretting setting up the drink with the Ministry of Rites.

Drink, drink.

Temporarily take strength from the alcohol.

Chen Ping’an finished his drink and waved, “Drinking like this is boring. Let’s replace the cups with bowls!”

—

Outside of the water pavilion in Everlasting Spring Palace, along a road full of flowers and birds, came a woman far less beautiful than Zhou Haijing and Gai Yan. She brought a girl, who held a fruit plate.

The woman was Song Yu, the Supreme Elder of Everlasting Spring Palace. The girl was her disciple, Zhong Nan.

Everyone on Treasure Bottle Isle questioned why Great Li so favored the lead court monk, Ruan Qiong, and Everlasting Spring Palace, which was only a sect in name. For example, even if the Song valued the old, Great Li should have hired at least a saint or ascending stage to be the court monk, to be presentable.

Song Yu, with the title “Lin You”, was the highest-ranked person in Everlasting Spring Palace, and the apprentice of the founder.

The current Palace Lord was only her nephew.

Song Yu was an old nascent soul cultivator who knew how to stay young, but only had average beauty.

Because the Great Li Song so privileged Everlasting Spring Palace, people speculated that the Great Li Song family had been a small vassal state of the Lu Dynasty. With a lot of internal and external strife, it was slowly growing, and would finally annex the Lu Dynasty. In this process, Song Yu and her Everlasting Spring Palace were key. Because she had worked to convince the Lu emperors to be nice, Great Li had been able to wait for Yuan and Cao to restore the kingdom. After a hundred years, a Tiger came to be the Great Li Preceptor. Then, he invited the tactician Ruan Qiong to be the Lead Court Monk.

Song Yu came, and Yuan Huajing bowed at the bottom of the steps of the water pavilion.

Most likely, Everlasting Spring Palace had detected the movement and feared an accident, so the Supreme Elder came.

Song Yu had detected the water pavilion’s anomaly earlier. Yesterday, after receiving the news, she had delayed coming because little issues were not worth mentioning, and if they immediately came for any little movement, they would be seen as petty. She smiled, “Thanks for the work.”

Gai Yan took the fruit plate and said, “It’s not hard. It’s our duty. It’s beautiful here.”

As the owner of the capital’s Immortal inn, she had sworn to make the business better. This water pavilion was named “Yesterday’s Fault”, made for her. Zhou Haijing was mean, but occasionally had some good ideas.

The girl retrieved six jugs of Everlasting Spring Palace wine from the storage item.

Gai Yan was secretly happy. She had five jugs. Zhou Haijing’s was not happening, as that woman was a penny pincher.

Zhou Haijing leaned against the pillar, folding her arms and smiling, “We have duty, so it’s easy to mess up if we drink. Also, the paintings and books are nice. It is said that when you are having a bad time, reading old books is enough to let you escape. Alcohol is not needed. So, we won’t drink. You don’t need to bring any next time.”

Gai Yan thought, “Zhou Haijing! Behave. You’re not a penny pincher? Why are you sabotaging us?!”

Zhou Haijing said, “One jug for you and five for me. That’s a profit for you, but a small profit for me. I don’t like it. If you don’t get anything, I get all the profit.”

Song Yu was surprised by Zhou Haijing’s fairness. However, as a Yuan Soul expert, she smiled, “We still need hospitality. We will send alcohol. If you worry it might interfere with duty, just leave it, and don’t drink it. If you want to take it after, we are happy to provide.”

Gai Yan was relieved, but then she heard Zhou Haijing, “Did you hear? Ms. Gai, if you had even one percent of Song Yu’s skill, your inn would be a little better.”

Song Yu walked and talked with Yuan Huajing, as she was close to the Yuan pillars and was related to Yuan Xie.

Yuan Huajing was respectful to Song Yu.

The Yuan pillars did not know that there was a Yuan family ancestral home in Lihzhu, and that there was a family tree. Many ancient families had a hard time deciding on their founders. Most of them took people who the king liked as their founder. Only a few like the Yunlin Jiang had a family tree.

Song Yu sighed, “Teacher could not break past the bottleneck and died. She left an order to be safe and pure.”

Song Yu purposely left out two words, “Be safe and pure as one.”

Yuan Huajing said, “Everlasting Spring Palace has had much success because its disciples followed the founder’s words.”

The Yuan had similar words. The Zhao Pillars also had similar words.

A family had a hard time making a name for themselves. It was harder to keep it. To escape the “Family fortunes don’t last more than three generations”, they needed to have rules, silently influencing the descendants, slowly forming into traditions.

The disciple named Zhongnan did not know how to talk, and was left at the water pavilion. She was anxious and did not know what to say. It was cold.

The girl was cute, but not beautiful.

She was born Yi Shan, from the Red Candle river. As she was a slave, Great Li had not freed her, so she had dropped her last name and was named Zhongnan in Everlasting Spring Palace. It was said that the Great Li queen liked her a lot and wanted to wait for the girl to be golden core to give her the Song name, calling her “Song Nan”, after the queen’s name.

Supposedly, she might be given the Nan name, and be named Song. She would be a relative of the Hong Zhou queen.

Whatever the case, for a slave, it would be a great honor.

Luckily, Gai Yan helped to warm things up by talking to her, and invited her to stay at her inn in the capital, with a discount.

Zhou Haijing said, “A discount? How much of a discount?”

The young man named Gouqie smiled.

Zhou Haijing was annoying, but the youth felt familiar and comfortable, because the tone sounded like Master Chen.

Sui Lin was an expert of feng shui, so he viewed Everlasting Spring Palace from the eyes of an insider.

The founder of Everlasting Spring Palace was a fisherman’s daughter who had no teachers, and had built this sect on her own.

The sect’s skills were water, but the real skill was five thunder, and it was said that it did not come from Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

According to Xu Fuzi, the dragon was the best of the worms, with light and darkness. It would rise to the sky in spring to make rain, and in fall, it would go deep into the water.

Cui Dongshan brought Jiang Shangzhen and Cui Huasheng and went to the White Egret ferry. The boy had recited a poem with the origin, but it was not famous. It was thought to be related to a monk, the founder of the Lu Dynasty, and the founder of Everlasting Spring Palace, but it was vague. It was similar to a prophecy, and it had something to do with spring and a green south sea.

Sui Lin had heard the poem, so when protecting Lin Shouyi, he took the chance to scout out Everlasting Spring Palace’s land.

Zhou Haijing asked, “Is it true that Song Yu and Old Qin of the Great Salamander Ravine are old friends? Did something happen between them?”

Gai Yan said, “Fake! An artist is paying attention to rumors. How did you lose to Yu Hong?”

Zhou Haijing smiled. Yu Hong was a martial arts grandmaster who could easily beat Gai Yan.

Zhongnan looked at the hill.

The first time the girl met Lin Shouyi was brief.

She thought the boy was clean and elegant. When he was in the Red Candle, it was like a green leaf floating across the water.

Zhongnan had a Long Spring Sword Sect token hanging from her. Since it was her teacher’s gift, she wore it around.

She had been to Northern Peak before. She hadn’t been training, but just enjoying herself.

She had bumped into a muddy little girl and a girl in green.

They walked together, and the girl taught Zhongnan some difficult secrets of the fire law. Zhongnan had not dared to use it, as Everlasting Spring Palace was based on water and thunder laws, and she did not dare to lie to her teacher. Song Yu did not say much and had Zhongnan research the law after becoming a dragon gate realm.

Above the hill, there was a thunder sound.

It was a sign of Lin Shouyi’s ascension.

There was no calamity or anything interesting.

After a while, a scholar walked out of the cave. Every time Lin Shouyi breathed, there was a gold lightning snake hanging from his nose.

Song Yu, Zhong Nan, and the others flew to the other side.

Song Yu bowed and said, “Congratulations, Lin.”

Lin Shouyi bowed back.

The first time Lin Shouyi met Song Yu was at Red Candle. Song Yu was a senior monk who was fun and joked. She had said that she was an immortal and talked about the five thunders, bragging about the immortals.

Back then, Lin Shouyi had gotten a book on thunder law, but he had not known what the five thunders were.

At the water pavilion, there were two interlopers.

Chen Ping’an leaned against the pillar, hands in his sleeves, and smiling, “It was because of the book you gave.”

Wei Bo leaned back, holding the railing and said, “I don’t deserve the credit.”

At Chess Hill, a swordsman had split the spoils.

The scene was that even Lin Shouyi had ran quickly. Lin Shouyi had picked the book bound by gold thread.

Chen Ping’an had returned home once and had asked about the thunder law, so she had given some advice. After, Chen Ping’an had written it all down and gave it to Lin Shouyi, to fill any gaps.

Then, Zheng Juzhong secretly visited Huaihuang and found the dragon slayer within the blind Taoist. He took Gu Can as a disciple.

During that time, Zheng Juzhong had traded a book he had completed for Chen Ping’an’s search mountain map.

It turned out that the book was from White Emperor City, as Zheng Juzhong had asked Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and since he was talking about the law, no one could hide anything. Zheng Juzhong quickly wrote the book himself, but the monks at Dragon and Tiger Mountain were speechless. It was because there was some problem with the book. The words had an issue. Everything was slightly related to Dragon and Tiger Mountain, but at the same time, made sense.

Lin Shouyi had a partial book, so Zheng Juzhong helped to complete the mid and upper level. Finally, Cui Dongshan added notes to the book, so Lin Shouyi was able to rapidly progress, without any hindrances.

Chen Ping’an asked, “What is the old man’s foundation?”

Wei Bo nodded, “As you guessed, it was the carriage man’s avatar, who almost fought you. He must have liked Lin Shouyi’s talent.”

Among Lihzhu’s youth, Lin Shouyi, Ma Kuxuan, Xie Ling had better luck than Chen Ping’an, Liu Xinyang, and Gu Can. They were able to reach the upper realms without any difficulty, and without any dangerous fights.

Chen Ping’an asked, “Have you heard of the Great Mystery Collection? It is also a thunder law book.”

Wei Bo quickly thought, and shook his head, “I have not.”

At the end of a poem was, “I wish that teacher would watch and ask the secrets.”

The Leaving in Treasure Bottle Book had gone to Lin Shouyi.

In the North Island, there was a Great Mystery Collection.

The last time Lin Shouyi had been to Broken Mountain, Chen Ping’an had told him to visit the North. If they had a relationship, Lin Shouyi and Sui Jingcheng could trade books, as sects did.

Sui Jingcheng had three hairpins to go with the book.

Whenever the hairpins were tapped, a wave of light was made.

The three hairpins were carved with “Spirit Pure Clear”, “Wen Qing God Sky”, “Too Red Help Ghost”.

The book had three copies, but unlike the other book, the first said the principle. It was useless without the others. It was like the Taoist’s 5000 words. Everyone knew, but over 10000 years, how many understood? But Sui Jingcheng managed to get to rank two with it.

The Five Thunder were considered to be the best.

Chen Ping’an had felt that the book was waiting for Lin Shouyi.

Zheng Dafeng returned to Broken Mountain and revealed the answer.

Those who trained had strong wills.

Those who attained had their own world.

Chen Ping’an said, “Let’s go.”

Wei Bo asked, “Not meeting Lin Shouyi?”

Chen Ping’an said, “If you had two gifts, I would meet him.”

Wei Bo immediately stood up and nodded, leaving Everlasting Spring Palace with Chen Ping’an.

As Wei Bo had expected, Xie Ling had broken through to jade purity, at almost the same time as Lin Shouyi.

In the Yu Province, when Song Xu and five others were getting the treasure, they saw a girl with a ferret hat. She was saying crazy things, saying it belonged to her, and if anyone tried to take it, she would find her husband to get justice, and he was known to listen to her.

The girl looked around, and it looked like Little Mo had not come.

She happily nodded to herself, and then looked to the treasure in the sky. She raised her chin, “Luckily I came, or else you would break the seals, and half of Treasure Bottle would fall. Don’t believe me? The river is high, the fire is wild, the dragon is high, the way runs, everything is great, the world is good for the pot. It sounds great, right? I made it up, but that’s what it is. The water and fire fight back then, it was too much for you. Who am I calling? Little Mo Little Mo, are you there?”

Xie Gou looked around, and it did not look like Little Mo had come. She was happy.