In the emerald embrace of a bamboo forest, nestled a dwelling of three bays, its face turned towards a shimmering pond. Spring’s gentle hand had carpeted the earth in verdant moss, and the sun, in its daily farewell, painted the rippling water with strokes of liquid gold.

Here, at the foot of Jise Peak, between it and the frolicking heights of Tiao Yu Mountain, Chen Ping An made his abode in the Retreat of Ascending Mists. He drew back his nine talisman avatars, gathering his scattered spirit. Closing himself away to mend his wounds, he began the slow process of nurturing his body, re-forging his Night Wanderer blade, and patching his worn 法袍. At the same time, he personally undertook the task of compiling and refining the martial arts manuals and mystic texts. A grand sect must possess the threads of “lawful lineage” to pass down.

The mountaineering breathing technique taught by old Yang of the apothecary, Gu You’s Mountain-Shaking Fist, Zheng Dafeng’s revised Sword Sutra, the chaotic compilation of Cui Cheng’s fists alongside the gentle refinement of Granny Bai of the Ning Estate, the lethal secrets gleaned from the “Martial Arsenal” that was the White-Haired Boy, the myriad savage fist forms recorded in the Refuge from Summer Heat Palace, Li Er’s unique insights into the human body as a miniature universe, the eighteen sword-qi pauses taught by Ah Liang, the manual of elixir formulas gifted by Li Xisheng, Chen Ping An’s own nascent command of lightning arts, the Nine True Immortals Sect’s celestial Yun Miao’s hidden Cloud-Water Body technique, the ascended wild cultivator Feng Xuetao’s stolen thunder arts – all these, and more, were meticulously recorded. Volumes upon volumes, forty or fifty strong, along with a precarious two-foot-high stack of loose notes, detailed every move Chen Ping An had ever traded, every secret he had ever gleaned.

Moreover, in a manner of speaking, Chen Ping An himself was a living compendium, etched with the eleventh-realm martial artist’s half-fist offered by the prime ancestor of the strategists, and the subtle dismantlement of the sword-qi he had witnessed in his rain-soaked duel with Swordsaint Pei Min outside the City of Mirage on Daquan Lake.

Chen Ping An envisioned four main pillars for the heritage of Fallen Phoenix Mountain: Swordsmanship, fist arts, talismancy, and artifact refinement, alongside subsidiary studies of lightning, aura sensing, and formations.

He had already given a rough outline of these disciplines at the Grand Wood Temple within the Lotus Blessing Land.

The principle was simple: to guide others, one must possess the Way oneself, lest they lead their disciples astray.

Pei Qian, his disciple, was the only witness to this endeavor, and she stood in awe, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. However, Chen Ping An restricted her access to anything outside of fist arts.

With a smile, Chen Ping An declared his intention to forge a single, pure manual from a hundred sources, accessible to all martial artists yet ascending to the highest peaks, a path with few diversions.

However, he told Pei Qian to keep this boast to herself, lest he fail and become a laughingstock.

He also wove two “cloud nest” formations between Jise Peak and the Retreat of Ascending Mists, offering the same utility as shrinking earth talismans, to facilitate the travels of the mountain-patrolling Xiao Mili.

Chen Lingjun, naturally, yearned to join the frolicking. Alas, he discovered that he could not even approach the cloud nest. Their mountain lord was, undoubtedly, partial. Yet, toward Xiao Mili, Chen Lingjun felt no resentment.

Cao Gengxin, the Vice Minister of Personnel, who had escorted the sixteen newcomers, along with the sword cultivator Yuan Huajing and Zhou Haijing, one of the four Grandmasters of Martial Arts, all possessed their own private agendas. Cao, the drunkard, claimed a friend wished to acquire a copy of both the Hundred Swords Immortal Imprint and the Two Hundred Swords Immortal Imprint from the Mountain Lord. Chen Ping An protested that he had none to give. Undeterred, Cao produced two beautifully crafted print books from his sleeve, so obviously counterfeit that they were laughable. Chen Ping An cared not for their authenticity, only asking, “Is this friend a man or a woman?”

Cao swore that it was a sturdy old man, whereupon Chen Ping An gave a swift dismissal: “No deal.”

Forced to confess, Cao admitted that it was a woman, a scion of a powerful clan from Chier Street. Like Guan Yiran, she had served as a support cultivator for the Great Li Iron Cavalry for many years, and she was his childhood friend. Chen Ping An glanced pointedly at Cao’s other sleeve, which Cao revealed with an embarrassed smile, declaring, “This travelogue of mountains and waters I would never dare bring out. No matter how close we are, how intertwined our childhoods, her life is not on the line. But simply obtaining a copy with your seal will brighten her mood for years.”

Chen Ping An placed the two print books on the table, saying, “Let us discuss business first. I will see that the prints are delivered to you later.” Zhou Haijing internally scoffed: *Still claiming to be unassuming? I didn’t see this kind of display in Great Li’s capital. It really makes a difference when you’re not going to become a state preceptor*. Cao Gengxin, on the other hand, worried that the Mountain Lord might simply keep the prints for himself.

Yuan Huajing then requested the loan of a subordinate peak, preferably the Sword-Worship Platform, for an upcoming retreat and breakthrough, promising to double all fees.

Chen Ping An smiled. “Of course. Perhaps the Sword Immortal might seek guidance from our newest guardian, Gan Tang, before retreating?”

Yuan Huajing, though unfamiliar with this name, knew that Chen Ping An would not speak idly. This must be a more authentic Sword Immortal.

Zhou Haijing, meanwhile, eyed the silently seated Pei Qian, who had several times returned her curious gaze.

Finding no resemblance between her and the rumors surrounding Zheng Qingming, the woman thought, *Rumor held that anyone daring to question Zheng Qian’s fist would be slapped at least three times in the face. Why does she act like a proper lady here?* Hiding nothing, she asked to spar with the Grandmaster’s disciple.

Chen Ping An advised, “Perhaps after you reach the Stillness Realm, Grandmaster Zhou?”

Zhou Haijing insisted that a peak-state asking of a Stillness-state held no shame in defeat.

Pei Qian, however, had no desire to spar. Injuring a guest would be discourteous. Yet holding back might be taken as a slight on her master’s teaching.

Chen Ping An said mildly, “A friendly exchange between martial artists. Do not be overly concerned with victory or defeat, but do not be careless, either.”

Pei Qian nodded, rose, said “After you,” and exited the house. Zhou Haijing’s eyes lit up. *Think you are the only one who knows how to teach martial arts, Chen Ping An? I’m no slouch, either!*

Cao Gengxin and Yuan Huajing both requested to watch the match. Chen Ping An, now with hands free, opened the two print books and pondered, brush in hand.

As Zhou Haijing descended the mountain, she massaged her chest with a wince.

Pei Qian had been merciful, informing her beforehand, through a thread of gathered sound, that she would suppress her realm to peak-state.

The two had exchanged barely ten moves. Zhou Haijing appeared to have the upper hand, as Pei Qian seemed capable only of parrying. Then, Pei Qian’s elbows, moving as one in a blur of speed, forcibly opened a path, slamming into Zhou Haijing. A thunderous crack echoed as the martial artist was sent flying back dozens of feet. She righted herself, using a palm strike to shift ten paces, only to be greeted by Pei Qian’s rising elbow to the face…

Pei Qian returned to the house and obtained the prints from her master, handing them to Cao Gengxin, pausing to offer a terse apology to Zhou Haijing.

Unable to find the words for courtesy, Zhou Haijing could only nod.

Cao Gengxin realized that there was an extra print, and said: “Haha, there’s an addition, what a profit!”

Chen Ping An had indeed written a personal inscription, the ink still fresh. “Fame and fortune are snakes in wine, swallowed but not heeded. For Cao, to treasure.”

Unable to fly upon the wind due to the lack of a talisman-imbued sword, Yuan Huajing was forced to walk toward the Sword-Worship Platform. Bidding farewell to the nominal leader of the Great Li Earthly Branches, Yuan Huajing forewent teleportation, strolling leisurely towards his destination. Zhou Haijing gestured with her chin toward the extra books, hinting that he check if Chen Ping An had written anything within them, or if he had merely stamped them with his seal. Cao Gengxin, however, tucked the books away, saying, “I will see when I return to the Ox Horn Crossing.”

Once aboard the Great Li military ferry, bound north, Cao Gengxin uncorked his burnished gourd and took a long swig. Only then did he retrieve the prints from his sleeve. Each book bore a different inscription, along with a seal.

*In iron armor, one leaves the vermillion gates, battling a million miles, beneath weeping willows. I envy you, that you might daily behold blooming flowers in your cup, and drink mightily in times of peace.*

The Hundred Swords Immortal Imprint was stamped with the five characters: *Mountain Guest, Hard to be a Sword Immortal.*

*Together we prop up the heavens, not letting the beard and eyebrows to fall.*

The Two Hundred Swords Immortal Imprint was stamped with the seven characters: *Great Li National Teacher Chen Ping An.*

After a long silence, Zhou Haijing said, “A pity I cannot defeat Ning Yao.”

Cao Gengxin laughed, drank again, and proclaimed, “Love cannot be opposed. Heartache cannot be soothed. We fools, when faced with this foe, see a million troops bearing down, high banners unfurled, upon which is written a single word, ‘Love.’ It breaks through brow and heart, inescapable, leaving us routed and defeated!”

Zhou Haijing rolled her eyes. *Idiotic babbling*.

The idiot, on the other hand, instantly understood. *There is hope!*

The military ferry had barely left the Ox Horn Crossing when another, vastly larger, ferry, called the “Dragon-Snake Tracks,” arrived, hailing from the Central Continent. Save for its proactive notification and registration to God-Emperor Tong just before landing, the Great Li Dynasty may not have even known of its existence. After entering Xiyue’s territory, then transferring into Beiyue’s jurisdiction, “Dragon-Snake Tracks” ferry disappeared.

The ship carried few passengers, but all were of the same family, hailing from five different sects, the ancestral founder of which was talisman Xuan Yu.

Emerging from the vessel were men and women, young and old, all attired as Taoists. Leading them was Xue Zhisui, a Taoist Celestial Lord whose 道号 was “Night Watch.”

Accompanying him were Wang Tingzhi, Taoist Ding, Tian Gong, Xiang Tong, and Bai Feng, along with over ten others. They addressed Xuan Yu as Master, Grandmaster, or Grand Ancestor.

Their crossing over from the Central Continent was prompted by two missions, one overt and one hidden. Ostensibly, they were bringing a thousand gold-essence copper coins as a gift. In truth, Xuan Yu had instructed his most trusted disciple, Xue Zhisui, to select the proudest and most arrogant members of each sect to visit Fallen Phoenix Mountain, allowing them to witness true brilliance.

Greeting the Central Continent guests at the harbor were the law-bearing Changming and the spring-residing Wei Wenlong, along with Pei Qian.

The visitors were installed within a private residence on Fallen Phoenix Mountain.

It was said that, in his youth, Xuan Yu had suffered from sword cultivators, so he would always prepare hundreds of Sword-Locking Talismans before venturing out.

Now an ascended immortal, he would still ask his direct disciples, before their own journeys, if they required a stack of Sword-Locking Talismans. *I have plenty to spare,* he would say.

Hearing that Chen Ping An was in seclusion, the Taoists felt no impatience. To cultivate, one might be secluded for days, months, or even years.

Celestial Lord Xue himself had recently spent forty years in seclusion, simply to examine three talismans.

Moreover, their master had explicitly told them to stay as long as they wished at Chen Dao You’s Fallen Phoenix Mountain, no matter how long it took, and all the better if they wished to reside there permanently.

At the Mountain Gate Arch, the White-Haired Boy dutifully recorded the visitors’ names. The Immortal Officer, seeing the celestial aura radiating from the Taoists, felt a twinge of inadequacy.

Here, in this state, verdant hills were stacked, the land deep enough for the lurking of spirits. One morning, the guests awoke and walked through the mist, feeling the breeze. They had the illusion they were ascending into the immortal heavens. Two children suddenly emerged from a path, one dressed in green, one in black, both of pleasing appearance.

Chen Lingjun, who was patrolling the mountain with Xiao Mili, cradled his head in his hands, swaying. “Xiao Mili, how can you be so happy every day?”

Xiao Mili gently patted her cotton satchel, lowering her voice even though no one was around: “I have money.”

Sensing movement in the distance, Chen Lingjun said: “Guests. Stay behind me.”

Generally, anyone permitted to ascend the mountain possessed decent character, but someone might still frighten Xiao Mili.

Chen Lingjun, was he resourceful or not? Hard to say. But he had experience. The book “Random Encounters,” after all, was not written in vain.

Xiao Mili nodded vigorously, tiptoeing behind Jing Qing.

“That Sword Immortal Chen, he’s too young. Could he be a fabricated persona?”

“Senior Ding, can our Taoist way of brute force truly overcome inner demons?”

“What is our Ancestor’s purpose in sending us here? Celestial Lord Xue never says a word, and we just fritter away the days. The mountain scenery, no matter how lovely, grows stale after a few passes.”

The guests conversed in secret by using several arcane talisman methods to keep others from overhearing them. They did not mistrust Fallen Phoenix Mountain, but it was their habit. As they approached, they stopped and performed Taoist salutations toward the two children. It was then they learned that the green-robed child was Jing Qing, a registered cultivator of Fallen Phoenix Mountain. Upon hearing that the visitors hailed from the subordinate sects of Peach Talisman Mountain, his expression turned odd.

The strange, black-clad girl, bearing a golden carrying pole and a green bamboo staff, introduced herself as Zhou Mili. She said nothing else of her identity, only clutching the cord of her cotton bag, unable to hide her nervousness.

Chen Lingjun exchanged a few polite words, and then said: “Farewell.”

These Taoists were no ordinary folk.

Their ancestral home was the orthodox Peach Talisman Mountain, founded by Xuan Yu, with its grounds located at the Fill Gold Peak of the ancestral mountain.

The ancestral sect was Feather Ascension Mountain. In order to create the mountain they had used nearly a million talismans and it said that by one hundred years the number would increase to almost ten million.

Their three subordinate sects were Flying Immortal Palace, with the venerable title of Supreme Purity Realm, reputed as a gathering place for immortals, where cultivators from other sects achieved ascension throughout history; and Fighting Suddenly Faction. It was said that “a strike on Dou Ran Peak, and ten thousand mountains open with the cast of a talisman.”

The previous Temple Master of the Sutra of the Warp and Weft, Songxue Daoist Zhao Wenmin, had departed for the wilds, and Zhao Wenmin’s master, Goud Daoist, one of Xuan Yu’s six direct disciples, was exceedingly famous both above and below the mountain. He repaid kindness and revenge alike. When the war broke out, Goud Daoist left a message: “May the children and grandchildren cherish their spirit, and bear the burden of the universe.” He then departed into the distance, perishing in the Southern Seas.

Peach Talisman Mountain possessed a small heavenly cavern among the seventy-two of the world; Feather Ascension Mountain wielded a top-tier “Great Soup” blessed land, and Flying Immortal Palace and Fighting Suddenly Faction possessed mid-tier blessed lands. Therefore it was not strange that when ever ancestral hall matters were discussed it was usually when Sutra and the Warp and Weft was suffering financial difficulties.

As the two groups passed, Xiao Mili finally exhaled and shook her head. “They seem nice.”

Chen Lingjun grinned. “With money and strength, confidence is high. Some natures may not be verbally expressed, but cannot be hidden in the eyes.”

Xiao Mili frowned, her eyebrows furrowing.

Chen Lingjun chuckled. “Xiao Mili, we need not concern ourselves with them. We have Mountain Lord at home.”

Xiao Mili scratched her face, murmuring, “But I still think they are quite nice.”

Chen Lingjun turned sideways, making a face. “If not even Protector Zhou thinks they’re good, they wouldn’t have reached Fallen Phoenix Mountain.”

In Great Li’s capital, the Fire God Temple, Feng Yi sent Fallen Phoenix Mountain a rare message via flying sword, asking if Chen Ping An still intended to visit Hundred Flower Blessed Land.

Xiao Mili, patrolling the mountain, reverently delivered the secret letter. Chen Ping An, after reading it, could only reply that he would attempt to tour the Central Continent by the end of the year, but could offer no guarantee. By mid-next year, however, it would be certain. Feng Yi also mentioned a baseless rumor: A man named Hao Su, who had become an executioner before, had once hidden in the Hundred Flower Blessing Land, entangled with a flower goddess named Xiang Xiu. *If you have the chance, help me confirm it.* Chen Ping An cared not for such things, only recalling a touching ancient poem: *Xiang Xiu’s disposition was sweet and meager, entrusting his deepest heart to Hao Su.*

Wei Bo came to the Retreat of Ascending Mists, saying that Emperor Xiaozong had hinted at the matter of publicly announcing something to the continent.

Chen Ping An requested more time, until he had decided how to deal with the mountain and river deities in southern Bottle Continent who were still under suppression. Wei Bo nodded, saying that the matter merited careful consideration.

Previously, Old True Man Lu Yong had struck a deal with Chen Ping An with just a few words to make Zhao Zezhi a guest of Fallen Phoenix Mountain. Detecting the Mountain Lord’s weariness, Lu Yong did not offer to share a drink, bidding farewell and said that during the Jise Peak ancestral hall he would alert the Green Tiger Palace and would make a trip to Fallen Phoenix Mountain along with Zhao Zezhi, the best old wine grows more fragrant with time. The old true man did not allow Chen Ping An to see him to the mountain gate and said he had already come to an agreement with Daoist Jing Qing to visit the Iron Talisman River’s water and meet it’s new ruler, Bai Deng. Chen Ping An just smiled and said yes.

Fallen Phoenix Mountain now had “Brothers of the Dao in Accord,” the dragon-seed sword cultivator Bai Deng, now holding a high position in the Iron Talisman River. Gao Geng, from the Jade Purity Realm, was also present, who was a direct disciple of the ascended Jing Hao, along with the former Yinlu, who now had taken the name Zeng Cuo. At Fallen Phoenix Mountain, the three would drink like water with Daoist Jing Qing. Gao Geng was not able to return to his home in Liuxia Island. His master had ordered him to remain here for a period of time, get to know Daoist Jing Qing, because without him Qing Gong Mountain would still be Qing Gong Mountain but if he was able to take root then that would be a great achievement. Zeng Cuo also would write in a diary, with the thought of being able to show it to Director Chen Ping An to earn praise.

The Confucian Daoist path has been passed down from the past until the present into three levels. First Saint Teacher had began creation and the leaders Rite Saint and Temple writing of the seventy two sages. The second level was the holy writing of the sky and the third level will be the appearance of the hidden office during this golden age….

This had been written on a personal diary that the Director got a hold of and hit him on the back of the head with a brick.

Senior Jing Qing have hurt me! Was not said that he hated people being bootlickers but would praise an old scholar?

When Lu Yong arrived the White haired kid was also already there to greet him.

Old Deaf Long and his disciple You Yu had met a young person that was a Hidden Official at the Sword Qi Great Wall, and he was now regretting coming to Fallen Phoenix Mountain. In the eyes of Old Deaf Long the entire Great Li Mountain and River was just a palm size land. Old Deaf Long wanted to receive a message from the Hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, since the land they controlled was wide open. Previously when he was leaving the Sword Qi Great Wall, the White Haired Boy had always annoyed him which caused him sadness. All he could do was hope that he could find a match in order to learn some swordplay.

Now was that there was a youth that was trying to learn from a high class family from the barbarians that said he was Prince and brought soldiers, and said he had once met one of the Old Sword Immortal.

The platform was made of straw and a house but Old Deaf Long didn’t care since it was a great place, you Yu just heard about the conversation between the Official and him who the official had been some Prince who had won a war.

You Yu had asked his master who had lost to the old Sword Immortals, and it caused him to get nervous. It was because of the Daoist that was known as Long Sheng because of Gantang, who ascended to the walls.

Down below, the youths would make names for themselves.

At the Sword Worship Platform, apart from Guo Zhujiu who frequently went out alone, Nalan Yudie and Yao Xiaoyan, two little girls, one who acknowledged Law-Bearer Changming as her teacher, one who worshipped the White-Haired Boy who claimed to be Konghou, as her teacher, their teachers were not sword cultivators but they did not mind.

The humble Yuan Huajing had arrived, and Old Deaf Long was answering all his questions since he did not want to associate with Fallen Phoenix Mountain.

Xie Gou had arrived, and they were laughing and jumping together to see how high they were and was the most beautiful.

A sign showed that the people from Fallen Phoenix Mountain had arrived. If Zhou was not good then they would not arrive here and would not have good fortune.

The people from the palace have sent some money and said that they didn’t want it to be sent back to them.

Chen Ping An began using to forge the Jing Zhong Yue sword to have it’s grade raised to a high point in the mountain and the valley.

Chen Ping An was being cautious, which was why he was being assisted and watched by Xie Gou.

Xie Gou was outside laying down outside the hallway with her legs crossed while she waited. She hated being home because she didn’t like being home.

She was also talking about Yang Zhi which had been a blessing but had been a difficult time, where her Daoxing has had many difficulties to achieve. She thought about it and was planning to walk over one day to Tongye Island and ask for a gift or to chop it down if it wasn’t. It had also been in line and now it was going well with the boy.

Chen Ping An had lost his temper and shouted out.

Xie Gou had appeared to look for any traces.

Chen Ping An’s face looked serious and his hand was on his neck and was muttering to himself.

At first, Xie Gou believed that the mountain master was acting.

She very quickly realized that blood was trickling from between Chen Ping An’s fingers.

Xie Gou asked in a low voice, “What happened?”

Chen Ping An moved his hand away and said that the wound was cut and looked like someone was trying to strangle him with wire.

Xie Gou had narrowed his eyes and asked, “Did someone find out about the birth dates or your fate?”

Chen Ping An shook his head. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s a sudden disaster, and one can only be careful.”

Xie Gou was hesitant, but held back. There was a reason for these things.

Chen Ping An knew this and said nothing.

This involved his fate and fortune.

Chen Ping An smiled. “Good. This shows how strong my disciple’s luck truly is.”

Xie Gou found it strange. Chen Ping An did not look troubled, but delighted.

Xie Gou said softly, “That kid, he’s a jinx.”

Chen Ping An stood up, his eyes shining, and said, “That is why I must protect him even more.”

Xie Gou was bewildered. What kind of logic was this?

Chen Ping An looked at Xie Gou, who immediately nodded. “I promise, I will not tell anyone.”

Seeing that Chen Ping An was still unsatisfied, Xie Gou added, “Fine, fine, not even Xiao Mo.”

Only then did Xie Gou truly understand why Xiao Mo wished to remain with this man.

Both Chen Ping An and Xiao Mo were strong, and their views on the world were the same, steadfast and gentle.

Chen Ping An, unable to withstand Xie Gou’s gaze, came up with a solution. “Xie Gou, you have been pursuing Xiao Mo for ten thousand years. You cannot change now.”

Xie Gou clutched her mink cap, stamping her foot in anger. “Mountain Lord, you avert your eyes at every beautiful woman, afraid of being punished by Ning Yao. Why do you only tease me?!”

Chen Ping An could not help but smile, cupping his fist and shaking it to offer an apology.

Closing the door, Chen Ping An continued to forge his sword.

Mi Yu was loath to use the Three Mountain Talisman, for Elder Cui’s vacation was long, and he wished to visit Old Dragon City. He flew directly, by sword, over the Bottle Continent.

The speed of a grand sword cultivator was not slow. Yet, he was intercepted halfway by Chief Zhou, who carried Bai Xuan in hand.

Bai Xuan merely nodded to the Grand Sword Cultivator Mi. He had long grown accustomed to this. If Bai Xuan acted any other way, it would seem strange.

While Pei Qian was busy at Da Du, Bai Xuan had wished to visit Master Cao at Fallen Phoenix Mountain, and the Chief Zhou, a guest at Azure Ripple Sword Sect’s Dense Snow Peak, thought it was a great idea to have him go there.

That day, another visitor arrived at Fallen Phoenix Mountain. The White-Haired Boy, without waiting for the Taoist Immortal Officer, bounded out, grinning. “From whence do you hail? Speak your name!”

The White-Haired Boy was overjoyed. Fallen Phoenix Mountain was thriving. Here came another golden core!

The handsome man with the weakening spirit clasped his fist respectfully. “Ling Fei Palace, Wen Zixi. I intrude to request a serious exchange of blows with Grandmaster Pei.”

Wen Zixi had been unable to focus his mind and refine his qi for a long time. At this rate, his path would be severed. He had no choice but to come here, to request a genuine lesson from her… a sparring match.

The White-Haired Boy glanced at the Daoist Immortal Officer, who was merely a record keeper, not responsible for entertaining guests. If he said too much, he would be reported to Head Guo by Xie Gou. The Immortal Officer knew not where Pei Qian was, and could only stare blankly at the White-Haired Boy. Wen Zixi, frustrated, could only ask the Daoist to send a message, saying that he would find lodging in Huaihuang County and visit often, until Grandmaster Pei agreed to appear and spar with him.

The White-Haired Boy felt regret. Since this golden core would not ascend the mountain, there was no way to record his name.

In Jade Declaration Country’s capital, Changning County, the woman in the green dress was bored to death in the water. She was ready to leave and visit Fallen Phoenix Mountain

She first flew by wind to Red Candle town, where she walked across the Qidun Mountain, strolled into the mountain gate, and sat down at the empty table, and a young Daoist arrived with tea.

Then she turned and said: “It has been such a long time, since we last seen each other”.

She was known as one of the leader’s in the Green Clothing group. Jiang Shangzhen had had encounters with her in the past.

At the side was the general Yu with the Bai to see what was going on.

Xiao Po had acted with a cold expression and did not want to see Shangzhen.

Jiang Shangzhen asked how everything was going and with a smile said: “What is the reason for showing up here, has Chen Shan lord told you to arrive here?”

The people would give him tea since everything was great. The mountain gate had been opened.

Mi yu had started to take to the mountains, he wasn’t the type that was interested in the reflection on water, he just wanted to reach the top.

Baixuan was going over to the training mountain where he would relax with a jug of juice and chat with the kid.

He then asked who the old man that was sitting down, so he was asking if this was just a dream.

Jiang Shangzhen was looking at the water and said that the old man was talking with someone who was eating.

He had been doing a lot of bad things so he said he would sleep with the hot girl and then he would leave, but still he needed some money for it.

Since she would say things he did that made him angry, he said he would start chopping peoples heads off.

He was then making jokes and complimenting the girls.

Chen Ping An has said that he was learning but that he was not there yet and that he needed help, so they could find someone to teach them.

The people said that it would be a new start and that the teachers would be strict.

After Chen Lingjun realized that Baixuan was back, he was planning to notify Pei Qian.

Then he was saying that his friend’s were all going to die and said he was there to give them hell. He was also saying that if he had the chance that he would steal things in order to give gifts, and that he would chop them up in order to pay them back.

There was a kid that was with Mi yui that was practicing everyday, since it was important.

The people were also following them when they would walk and said they didn’t understand why he was here.

He was going to bring her for a walk, there was a mountain next to the house. It was where they rested at usually but they didn’t often go there, they would usually go to the first floor instead.

She also heard stories about a big flood and was going there, she was known as someone of high rank to travel there.

On this day they changed their clothes in order to make a visit.

Yu Han wasn’t able to speak and would get nervous whenever he was around.

They would tell him to change back to his normal state since it was easier to be around others.

He knew that he was going to do something bad since he would be seeing the lord.

Yu came out and used his powers which the area he was. He was able to control the area and then hid in the water and arrived at the mountains.

At the mountain gate the people looked up to see a White haired figure and said that they came here to see him.

Yu also heard of a man that said they have a lot of money in order to become stronger.

The guy was wearing a green colored shirt.

The people said that was good they said that it was a start.

Chen Lingyun came from out of the hills and said: “Why are you here so early, are you not scared”.

This was the first time where Yu was going to the mountain and wasn’t sure what was going on. He was afraid that the others would blame it on him.

Chen had raised his hand and told the people that he had arrived here to see them.

The fairy boy ran out to inform the people about the water spirit.

Chen Lingyun also heard the rumors.

Chan asked him what he thought and said if it was getting too noisy.

The army went around the gate and shouted and they went outside.

Everyone gathered there and then they went to the house to relax.

The Yu and Chen Lingyun came to a house and greeted them.

They all sat down after Chen had made tea for them and said that they would wait until they had some food since that was what Chen had promised them.

Chen Ping An and Yu Han also had the same dream about a Sword and so they went out and brought some fruit for them, so they would have something on the way. If not everything was the same since he could have used some great power that he was familiar with but instead there was a difference since he could call people by name now.

There was a god that was coming to their mountain.

Previously they had moved the mountain and then they did some testing which caused them to be super happy.

The suboridinates didn’t really care what they were doing but they continued to compliment.

Then there was someone that was trying to test him but knew the danger he was in. Therefore he needed to be careful about what he did and said. So he had to be very careful about what had happened.

Chen had given them tea and then Yu would give them the gourd.

Chen had asked him what he thought about the mountain and said that he would like to change it since it has been so long and it takes a lot of power to control it and also said to take a rest.

Chen had said that was great.

The general looked at Chen with a change of expression and said that they cannot ask for that and that he would never dare to do that in order to thank him.

Chen then said it would take a thousand to thank everyone in the place.

Everyone was completely shocked.

They all understood that Chen was a sword master with a background that was too deep to see. Even if Wei wanted to test someone like this who had changed their rank before it wasn’t possible. So it was likely to get him in a situation of trouble and it wasn’t going to go well since he would be forced to not say anything.

Chen said it didn’t really matter and that he would see them after they were done.

After Chen said it was great, they didn’t know if they should have wine and they needed to not act the same way since it was a good place and all.

Chan came up to Chen and he rubbed his head.

They could still relax here.

Chen said there should be a lot of things to be done and that everything must be there in order to do things.

“This is it”.

Yu who was drinking tea, had said: “The world is so peaceful now, but now we can practice”.

They came for a visit.

The next day everyone was there and was smiling.

With the mountain that was next to the house, Chen was a close friend of the Yu and had a very special friendship, there really wasn’t a lot more to say about it and Chen also didn’t want to say anything about it.