The intercontinental dragon boats were no longer a rarity. Surely, the Dragon-Slaying Stone, with its storied power, must be revealing some of its secrets.

Bearing the mark of Dragon Serpent, the boat sailed forth. Gazing from its heights, Head of the Chen Clan, Master of the Mountain, unwittingly espied the Dragon Spine Mountain in the distance.

Rice Sword Immortal’s proposition ought not to be voiced in such a crowd. Was he truly displeased with his position as chief disciple of a lower sect?

Li Muzhou, the current Abbot of the Scripture Observatory, stood as a man of profound insight.

The Taoist arrived as a nascent immortal, his spirit unbroken, yet he departed as one whose very essence shone like jade.

Earlier, within the study of Immortal Yu, gatekeeper of Fallen Peak, Li Muzhou felt a veil lifted, his understanding awakened. It was as though a storm had cleansed the dust of ages, revealing the sun from behind clouds. Barriers to cultivation shattered like layers of bamboo, each resounding with the force of revelation.

Upon emerging from the realm of introspection, Li Muzhou found himself transformed. The Taoist, radiant with newfound clarity, carefully examined his spirit, finding it unblemished.

Li Muzhou rose abruptly from his chair, his heart brimming with emotion, yet words seemed insufficient. He could only offer a deeply reverent Taoist bow, as a devotee might worship a towering mountain of the Way.

The gatekeeper, Immortal Yu, was utterly bewildered.

“Revered Li,” he stammered, “even if you know not the answer to the riddle of the folded page, there is no need for such profound self-reproach.”

His eyes were beginning to redden with unshed tears!

After contemplation, Immortal Yu could only offer himself a flimsy explanation: “Ah, a proper Taoist, trained in the ways of the great sects! Such courtesy, even in apology!”

Immortal Yu sought to return the bow, mindful of his position as gatekeeper of Fallen Peak and the newly appointed master of Fragrant Volcano Mountain, burdened with duties and a fledgling apprentice. He must not fail in proper etiquette.

However, the Mountain Lord appeared as if from thin air within the study, staying Immortal Yu’s arm. The meaning was clear: no reciprocation was necessary.

Had Li Muzhou not assumed the mantle of abbot, with its attendant administrative burdens, he might have lingered on Fallen Peak.

This strange and wondrous mountain resonated with Li Muzhou, feeling remarkably familiar and welcoming.

As Chen Ping’an escorted Li Muzhou from the residence, the rain had ceased. Li Muzhou even forgot his oil-paper umbrella, until Immortal Yu, remembering, grabbed it and called out to the departing Taoist. Chen Ping’an smiled, “Regard it as Li Daoren’s token of gratitude. Accept it.”

Immortal Yu could only acquiesce.

Li Muzhou, slightly embarrassed, explained to Mountain Lord Chen, “It is but a common object.”

Chen Ping’an chuckled, “Such is its charm. A light gift, heavy with meaning. Immortal Yu now has a mountain to call his own, not a short journey from here. He shall surely find use for it on a rainy day.”

Li Muzhou hesitated, for his breakthrough had been truly mystical.

Chen Ping’an, with hands tucked into his sleeves, offered an explanation both flimsy and profound. “Cultivation lies in accumulation. The lamp is lit late into the night, until the rooster crows, and one realizes, oblivious, that dawn has broken.”

Li Muzhou nodded, smiling gently. “Regardless, Master Chen’s Fallen Peak has been a sanctuary for this humble Taoist. I shall visit often, whenever the opportunity arises. May it not weary you.”

Chen Ping’an replied, “If this place can be a haven for Daoren’s cultivation, then it is because the very plants and trees are drawn to you. And if the plants, then how much more so, humankind?”

Li Muzhou inquired, “And the others within the house?”

Chen Ping’an smiled. “Daoren may now reveal himself.”

Li Muzhou emerged from the dwelling, offering Chen Ping’an a respectful bow before ascending the mountain alone.

Chen Ping’an turned toward the table, where Grandmaster Wen had not found Pei Qian, but instead, a certain Bai Xuan, lying in wait, was urging Wen Zixiaoi to sign his name on some register.

“You seek to spar with Pei Qian? Join us, then! Strength lies in numbers! Two fists are no match for four hands! With Brother Wen’s support, vanquishing Pei Qian will be no task at all.”

Wen Zixiaoi was utterly bewildered, unable to comprehend the purpose of this child, sipping wolfberry tea and inviting him to join some vague alliance.

Noticing the approaching middle-aged man in a blue robe, Wen Zixiaoi rose, his face a mask of apprehension. He clasped his fist. “Wen Zixiaoi of Spirit Flight Palace pays respects to Sword Immortal Chen. On Joy Union Mountain, my ignorance and impetuosity offended you, and I am deeply regretful of my actions.”

Chen Ping’an smiled mildly. “There was no offense given or taken. And even if there were, it matters little. We are not kin. At most, we would keep to ourselves. Beyond Fallen Peak and Spirit Flight Palace, another encounter would be nigh impossible. But tell me, have you yet discerned who that man was?”

Wen Zixiaoi asked, bewildered, “You mean the one who shared wine with Sword Immortal Chen?”

Chen Ping’an replied, “Who else?”

Wen Zixiaoi’s mind was consumed with thoughts of Grandmaster Pei Qian, to the point of near obsession. He had no time for that ill-mannered reprobate. If he could, he would gladly slap him senseless.

Chen Ping’an chuckled. “Consider this, Wen Zixiaoi. Who other than ‘If I were the ancestor of your master, then I am the master of your ancestor’ could utter those words?”

In that instant, Wen Zixiaoi was struck as if by lightning. Could it truly be the ancestor’s portrait, hanging in the highest hall of the Taoist Palace? The jade white Lord Lu of White Jade City?

Tears streaming down his face, Wen Zixiaoi faced Joy Union Mountain and performed the three kneelings and nine prostrations of utmost reverence, his voice trembling. “Wen Zixiaoi of Spirit Flight Palace offers homage to the Supreme Ancestor, to Lord Lu!”

The lineage of Lu Shen was renowned for their respect toward their mentors.

From Immortal Cha, who would curse Heaven and Earth but never his master, to Celestial Lord Cao Rong, who ascended to immortalhood due to his master’s machinations yet harbored no resentment, to Grand-Disciple Xiangjun, and Zhao Fuyang, who acknowledged Lu Shen as his ancestor even after expulsion from the sect, all were unyielding in their respect. As for the man before Chen Ping’an, even if Zhao Fuyang’s Taoist attire was too much, the result was that the master had to beat Zhao Fuyang up. Of course, this applied to the proud Wen Zixiaoi as well.

Bai Xuan inquired telepathically, “Master Cao, what ails this fellow? I swear, I said nothing! In good conscience, I simply invited him to join the pantheon of heroes!”

Chen Ping’an explained, “It is not your doing. He has long yearned to meet a certain individual, but failed to recognize him upon seeing him. The opportunity is lost, perhaps forever.”

Bai Xuan nodded. “A man of deep feeling, then. Such a hero deserves a place in the pantheon.”

Chen Ping’an reached out. “The register, if you please.”

Bai Xuan brightened, his spirit soaring. “Master Cao, you too will record your name? Then all is assured!”

Chen Ping’an delivered a sharp rap to Bai Xuan’s forehead, causing the boy to clutch his head. “Do you know, at your age, Pei Qian would carefully consider every word I spoke to her, every principle I imparted?”

Bai Xuan, ever the opportunist, ventured, “Master Cao, might it be possible that Pei Qian’s boxing skills have advanced to the point where she no longer needs to think?”

Chen Ping’an rubbed his brow, then pressed his hand upon Bai Xuan’s head. “A laudable boldness.”

Wen Zixiaoi, having recovered his composure, rose to his feet.

Chen Ping’an suggested, “If Daoren Wen is not pressed for time, tarry at Skipping Fish Mountain. Pei Qian will soon appear to spar with you.”

Wen Zixiaoi was a changed man. “I dare not call it sparring. I merely seek the guidance of Grandmaster Pei.”

Chen Ping’an stated, “You are a martial genius, yet not solely a warrior.”

Wen Zixiaoi fell silent.

Chen Ping’an smiled. “If you are sincere in your pursuit of boxing, ascending the mountain is simple, but descending it may prove difficult.”

Wen Zixiaoi replied, “I am prepared.”

Chen Ping’an gestured toward Skipping Fish Mountain. “Pei Qian awaits you at the foot of the mountain.”

Wen Zixiaoi clasped his fist and departed, his departure marked by a rumble akin to thunder.

Bai Xuan exclaimed, “To challenge Pei Qian alone! Truly admirable! An exception is warranted. I shall inscribe his name first.”

Pei Qian, having travelled far and wide with her master, understood the nuances of his words. When Zhou Haijing sought to spar, Chen Ping’an had warned, “Do not be consumed by the desire to win, yet do not take it lightly.” This meant the challenge was to be taken seriously, but not to the point of malice. Today, his words were reversed, yet the meaning was clear: no fatalities.

Wen Zixiaoi reached the base of Skipping Fish Mountain. As he began to speak, Pei Qian simply uttered, “Same realm.”

In an instant, the fist arrived.

Wen Zixiaoi had no time to parry, let alone retaliate. Pei Qian’s fist struck his neck, felling him with a single blow. His eyes filled with blood, his internal energies surging like a breached dam.

Pei Qian stomped lightly, and Wen Zixiaoi, spurting blood from every orifice, bounded to his feet. Pei Qian, with a flick of her toe, sent Wen Zixiaoi flying into the training grounds atop the mountain.

Ascending the mountain was simple indeed.

Suddenly, a man fell from the sky, startling the eight martial artists in training.

Wen Zixiaoi lay on the muddy ground, struggling to rise. He spat a mouthful of blood, and his energies flowed more smoothly. Opening his eyes, he beheld a boundless azure sky. Delightful!

If he could not withstand two blows from Pei Qian in the same realm, he would not descend the mountain!

Cen Yuanji glanced briefly at Wen Zixiaoi before bellowing, “Continue your stance work!”

A man, squatting on a stool and picking at his feet, called out, “That fellow who dropped from the heavens! Don’t try to scam us for medicine money!”

From that day forward, Skipping Fish Mountain had a martial arts grandmaster who received only one punch from Pei Qian each day.

Negotiating a price with Zheng Shifu, they then soaked in a medicinal bath. Zheng Shifu charged him one price for one medicine bath, and said that different days were priced differently. Wen Zixiaoi didn’t bother with it, letting Zheng Shifu handle the finances.

The eight students at Skipping Fish Mountain, who had initially found their training arduous, now witnessed a grandmaster of the Distant Excursion realm being felled daily. He would lie still for a time, then rise unsteadily, his clothes stained with blood, leaving crimson footprints with each step… In comparison, their own training seemed almost effortless. When Pei Qian came to spar, it was sporadic. Wen Zixiaoi preferred morning sessions; a single blow left his body in pieces. He would soak in a steaming medicinal bath, change into clean garments, and sit refreshed upon a small stool, chatting with Zheng Shifu and watching the young trainees practice. Life was fulfilling.

If Pei Qian came in the evening, Wen Zixiaoi would spend half the day apprehensive, slumped on his stool, listless. He dared not make demands of Pei Qian, but Zheng Shifu, ever generous, interceded on his behalf. The daily sparring was set for the hour of the Snake, each morning. In return, Wen Zixiaoi would assist Zheng Shifu and Cen Shifu in teaching the six children some stances and boxing techniques. Gradually, he became known as Master Wen. With Zheng Shifu’s playful banter and camaraderie, Wen Zixiaoi found his life on the mountain far from monotonous.

Two indolent figures, both from Fallen Peak, were enjoying their leisure. The Sword Immortal ate melon seeds, the grandmaster, longans.

“Zhong, you idle about all day. That cannot be good. I’ve heard that Sword Master Cao Ni is now a Diamond Physique warrior. And He Qizhou is no weakling. Will you abandon your claim as the best place to live in the universe?”

“Rice, I shall visit Skipping Fish Mountain tomorrow. I’ve heard that a martial artist by the name of Wen Zixiaoi has appeared. I’m going to meet with him.”

“Zhong, unless I am mistaken, you said the same thing the day before yesterday about the Gatekeeper Zheng Dafeng, claiming you would pay him a visit and size up the latest addition.”

“This morning’s noodles seemed different from yesterday, but that just may be me being picky. Did Old Chef use less heart to make this bowl of noodles?”

“Zhong, what would you advise me to do to put off the trip to Tongye continent?”

“Go to Bowing Sword Hall and fight the old deaf guy, then you’ll be able to stay and recover.”

“I don’t think that old deaf guy would agree to such a plan.”

“Rice, you are a top contributor to the outer sect. Are you really telling me that you don’t have the influence to get him to do something that seems like a waste of time? Do you have any power?”

“Aha! That makes sense. So Zhong, what’s for dinner tonight?”

“A problem for tomorrow.”

“Oh, come on. Think! Rice Granule told me that Old Chef’s cooking is directly related to how high our standards are!”

“OK, I’ll give my all to give you the biggest dinner of your life.”

The Taoist who had finally decided to stay would be a member of a group of four after the quick change in plans of Liang Chaoguan.

Of course, Liang Chaoguan was scared of Chen Ping’an. However, it was nothing to what he felt when he considered what the sect leader, “Ye recluse”, would do to him. It was a choice between the lesser of two evils.

It wasn’t that Liang Chaoguan was meek and afraid, but more because the Taoists of Peach Talisman Mountain and Durian sect all felt the same way about Ye Dan.

Even though “Ye recluse” was technically from Peach Talisman Mountain’s Second Hou peak, it was understood by all that his domain was at the back of the peak. She was also a Durian sect deacon. However, she simultaneously held two important and powerful positions, because of some long lost cause-and-effect link that saved her life from a disaster in Sword Qi Great Wall. Otherwise, she could have become the master of Second Hou Peak because of her talent. And the one who gave up the chance to save her life was Yu Xuan’s top disciple’s wife. All because of a sacrifice she made in order to save Ye Dan. Furthermore, the person that was meant to be saved was the re-embodiment of the person who gave up a chance to ascend. That was the nun who brought the newly gained immortal to the mountain to continue her journey, Wen Xia. Ye Dan felt a debt and an affinity to the Durian sect so she retained her Golden Jade Record at Second Hou Peak and also gained power at the Durian sect. Furthermore, she held a special title at Peach Talisman Mountain to decide the achievements and errors of all the mountain members.

Also, Yu Xuan, a long time ago, asked Ye Dan if she wanted to become the sect master of Peach Talisman Mountain. She said no.

The reasoning that was rumored to be spread throughout the world was that her cultivation wasn’t up to the task.

However, she only ever said one thing: no.

At Skipping Fish Mountain there were only six cultivation students, and it was there that Xie Gou, a minor contributor named Gan Tang, and four Central Earth high ranking Taoists taught them. The result was that there were six people ready and willing to teach and a mere eight students eager to learn!

The typical mountain, in comparison, would have one teacher and a couple of students. This was the type of once-in-a-lifetime special treatment that made the eight feel like they were dreaming.

They were all excited and encouraged each other to not fail so as to ruin the opportunity that they were given.

The girl with a mink hat would say that she killed a couple of demon kings… but nobody really believed it.

If you squint and say that a single strike against a demon king counts as a “kill”, I guess one could say that…

Xie Gou also didn’t have much patience in regards to teaching. Every time they asked questions, he would give a look of disdain. He also wasn’t sure if the questions asked were too in-depth or too simple. He thought that their road to being masters was pitiful so he gave them six different breathing and cultivation techniques to learn, lest they become picky and choosy. He had a timeframe for them to learn them by. After that, he would test the results to see who fit what role and create a proper lesson plan from there.

The students didn’t really know what was going on. However, some had high expectations as they were top students in their own villages.

They didn’t know the meaning of the name “Bai Jing” or know that this mink hatted girl was an actual dragon in the world of “Taoists”.

In their eyes, at least for now, Gan Tang seemed to be the better teacher as he was willing to answer any and all questions with care and precision.

Old Deaf had his tongue tied and could only look over at Bai Jing for help, but she just looked at him and nodded, meaning that what he did was right.

He now worried whether this side job would become a true job.

From Ancestral Temple Peach Talisman Mountain’s First Disciple, Xiang Tong, Nascent Soul tier, to Fei Xian Palace’s Lu Biyu, Celestial Lord Xue Zhishui’s disciple, to Durian Sect’s Sect Leader Mei Zhen’s disciple, Bai Feng, and Peach Talisman Mountain’s Liang Chaoguan, the group of students, all gold core immortals, were talented and hard working. Liang Chaoguan even became a sword immortal when he created a special sword during his golden core creation. Furthermore, a sword manual, , felt the birth of the sword and seemed to be prostrating.

Because of this, he was given a chance to visit the Clouds Dream cave.

He and Xiang Tong have never been on good terms. One thinks that the other is a golden boy who lives off of his father’s legacy, while the other thinks that the one is just a generic cultivator trying to branch out.

They were both just from different sects, and lived in different areas. If it weren’t for the trip, it would have been easy for them to live separate lives. However, now, they have to see each other every day, and there’s no escaping.

Bai Xuan, after getting help from Guo Zhujiu, went into seclusion without telling anyone. He closed the doors and sat down on his prayer mat.

After an hour, he was a dragon gate swordsman.

A natal sword circled around Bai Xuan, like hundreds of clouds around a mountain.

Bai Xuan did a sleeve strike and chanted “Receive”, causing his sword to go back in between his eyebrows.

Listening to the sounds of the world outside, Bai Xuan got angry. Did they think little of him?

Did they think that he needed help protecting himself because he wasn’t going to ascend? Or did they think that he needed congratulating because he was a dragon gate cultivator?

He got up and opened the door. He was planning on scolding someone out of the way, but saw that Sword Cao was on his porch. So, he changed his expression and walked up, saying “Cao, sorry for having you worry!”

Chen Ping’an smiled. “Next time, try to be better.”

Rice Granule was next to them with his gold pole and green cane. He clapped without a sound. “Amazing and awesome.”

Chen Ping’an got up, putting his tobacco pipe away and waving his hand. “Old Deaf, the matter of Skipping Fish Mountain has enough help. This should mean that you will be done with the job because too many teachers will distract the students. Of course, if you are still interested in teaching, go there often. This isn’t required. Follow your own heart.”

Old Deaf was spared and started to look happy.

But it looks like Bai Jing wasn’t happy. You want to quit now?!

As such, Old Deaf reluctantly accepted, “Master Chen, I should go through with my duty. I’ll go over there every once in a while to help. Nothing too hard and just giving a couple tips every once in a while.”

Chen Ping’an looked like he was in a predicament. “Don’t get in the way of Immortal Gan Tang’s cultivation.”

Old Deaf could only choose the answer that wasn’t a mistake: “This won’t. As a provider of Fallen Peak, I should contribute.”

The same as a strict teacher asking if his student is doing alright, he would say “You shouldn’t work too hard. I’ll be more strict from now on, so watch out!”

Chen Ping’an nodded. “If that’s your intention, then I’ll be on my way.”

Old Deaf smiled.

This wasn’t a place where an honest person should stay.

After Chen left, Bai Jing got mad.

Old Deaf started to panic. Did he say something that went too far?

Before leaving Bowing Sword Hall, Chen used telepathy to say “After Xiao Mo returns, both of you should teach Gan Tang some top class sword moves.”

Xie Gou reluctantly replied “Old Deaf isn’t worthy of Xiao Mo’s teaching. I guess that I can teach him a couple of useless moves.”

It was now Chen’s turn to look down on the assistant.

Xie Gou had to explain, “It’s that what is worth something to one, is worth nothing to another.

Master Chen, if I could have been given the same opportunity that you had, I would have walked there on my knees.”

Chen Ping’an said, “I understand and believe everything that you say… except for that last statement. Xiao Mo told me some of your history. It can be said that you are one of the first people who was willing to kill to get stronger.”

Xie Gou said, “Xiao Mo shouldn’t have told you that!”

Chen Ping’an asked “That’s why City Lord Zhen has high regards for you! Because of you being a forerunner in this road of chaos.”

Xie Gou carefully said, “Are you implying that City Lord Zhen pillages and loots?”

Chen Ping’an replied, “It’s more nuanced. Especially since we are in Vast Sky. This wouldn’t be the case if we were in the Wild.”

Does that make him as good as Zhou Mi?

Xie Gou said “If Master Chen didn’t open his mouth, Xiao Mo and I wouldn’t have ever taught Gan Tang.”

Chen Ping’an asked “Why is that?”

Xie Gou replied “Xiao Mo doesn’t like wusses.”

Xiao Mo’s opinion is his opinion.

Chen Ping’an stated “But it is said in records that Long Sheng had some heroic tales.”

A Free boat given to Fallen Peak for 100 years was a good thing.

Jiang Shangzhen had gone through the boat and said, “It’s just OK, but if Old Yu had the main blueprints, then it would have been a great find for Fallen Peak.

There was also a lot of seals and talisman paper that Chen Ping’an would have to tear down.

There’s just so many different boats.

When he was young, he asked Master Xun why secret techniques weren’t shown for all to learn.

Master Xun only patted him on the head. When you become sect master, then you’ll know if you want to or not.

The school had a new temporary teacher and a new student that didn’t have to walk as far.

Ding Daoren had returned to Fallen Peak.

Chen was said to be cultivating, so Rice Granule told him to go ahead to where Chen was.

The helper this time was Xie Gou.

“Why come back now? What do you seek?”

Ding said that he didn’t know the difference between a jade physique and a proper immortal.

Xie Gou laughed and said that Chen must have thought highly of him and wanted him to visit the temple.

Chen was on his second cultivation when he was affected by a curse.

In the past, he had an injury to the neck. This was all because the 14th tier was able to bypass the restrictions and mountain protection formation of the Fallen Peak. This time, he had a back that was nearly cleaved in two. This made Xie Gou angry, but all that Chen Ping’an did was abandon the cultivation and spend time talking with him.

It was important for Chen to have Bird in a Cage.

If he didn’t have it, his cultivation would have failed and cost him greatly.

Breaking down the clear and impure air of the world was the job of a Taoist.

Sect-level organizations were set up in order to amass spiritual power to form protection.

Fallen Peak was just storing air so that it wouldn’t leak out.

The same went for Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

When it came to smaller organizations, it was more than often due to people not wanting to anger anyone, lest they bite back.

Ding Dao ren carefully asked: “How long have you cultivated, master?”

Xie Gou curled his lip, “I slept for a long time so my calculations are wrong. You can’t count it.”

Xie Gou also said that a Taoist can’t be too focused on personal benefits.

There were a lot of Dao sects now, however all can be said to follow the steps and advice of the past.

Ding asked for something else to learn.

It wasn’t long before Xie Gou said that he seems more like the Taoists of the past.

“Back then, they treated cultivation as more important than life. They wouldn’t cry or laugh, but the Taoists of now are always trying to game the system.”

Hearing that, Ding felt a surge of inspiration.

Xie Gou looked at him and said that this was a Taoist who said it. “The moral people would call those who are called evil good people and say that the road of cultivation is twisted and bent. Those who are evil have more chances to climb to greater heights and it is the same for cultivation. If you don’t have any help, then you will stumble along the path, but if you stick to the path, then it will be a good road to take.”

At that point, an immortal form burst out from the temple and left the area.

Ding asked what happened.

Xie Gou said that since it was impossible to break out of his body, he had to create a similar action.

Ding gave his approval, “Since there is no path to follow, the Taoists will create one.”

Xie Gou stated “You fit Falling Peak better than Old Deaf.

Are you telling me that Sword Qi’s Great Wall has more sword energy than you?”

Ding pondered and said that his intentions were true and that he was just asking the right questions. Chen was trying to help him and he understood now.

Now, the Taoist was closer to Falling Peak and what Chen Ping An tried to do for him.

Xie Gou felt amused, especially since he knew about the story of them fighting so long ago. He then called for Xiao Mo.

Ding got curious and asked where his master’s mountain was.

As such, Xie Gou had to correct the Taoist and say that Fallen Peak was the place to be and that Master Chen cared about him the most.

Ding got speechless.

Now Chen’s Falling Peak looked like it was getting too popular.

True Martial Mountain was no longer shining and felt as if a cloud was rolling over.

A man wearing cyan and carrying a sword walked through the mountain and went up to the gate.

As such, the Old Sect Master went out to greet the visitor.

It had been so long, but it felt like it had only been yesterday.

Both smiled and the other one saw that it was the man that sent Ma to the school.

In the school, it said that you couldn’t sell or buy from each other, but that was to keep you from starting fights.

Chen said that the saying did not seem to be any type of problem for him to have.

That it did not have any intention to harm him back then and that at the very least he felt that.

However, this came after the old days and that they were only together due to a small chance to be together. Chen now has a plan on how to make things better as he is the leading sword sect owner now.

That there was not only one place to go. This could affect him as well as his family. Because of this, they are willing to help him out with this goal that he has in mind.

Huan was smiling and said that he was just curious as to what he had to say.

There was more than one thing for him to feel and not to feel so that he could feel them and not get in the way of the others.

But that Huan had a feeling of danger and evil.

Huan said that the intention of one’s words would not stop you as the words and ideas are like stairs and are needed to reach greater heights. He had learned about this since he had met him in the past. The goal was not to kill others, so that made it better.

Huan did not have his best interest at heart but that was the world that he lived in.

Huan said “Dao is in me? Dao is in thee? The great Dao is in the heavens, the dirt, the sky.”

Chen and Huan had parted the formation and were looking towards each other with a smile and a nod. Chen was leaving the mountain and said that this was how he felt.

Chen had been able to part everyone with a single strike as he had learned to tell the difference between good and evil.

Chen asked what his rank was on the mountain.

Chen was talking with her at the gate when he said that their swords were all the same as each other.

Chen was going to go back to his own mountain and said “It was nice to meet you but I have other people who need assistance.”

Huan said that the boss was wanting Chen to stay the night.

Chen thought that maybe the boss wanted to kill him.

Huan laughed and said that he wanted Chen to stay because of brass things and money.

Huan said “Because he is a great person who is worth more, they don’t show their worth to anyone!”

Because of this, the team was very careful about those that they showed their secrets to. The secrets were always kept in the family, and nothing would ever be too good.

Chen was able to see that there was no one in the room. He asked the name.

What if someone asked and said “Are you going to say that you are more important or better than them?”

Seeing this scene, Chen felt so happy and felt that all the efforts he had made have led to this moment.

One of the students who had just joined then stated “Chen, I’m the greatest fan of yours that there has ever been!”

Chen smiled and agreed to stay as he was having such a great time with all the others.

Chen was now back on his own mountain.

He asked the man if he wanted to cultivate as well.

Chen had said that to the Taoist on the stairs as the assistant said “He had too much to drink.”

Because of this, the scribe got ready to start to take notes, with the chapter being Chen was in the celestial level but told others to reach the ascended level, to give it the name of.