Within the bamboo house, separated from the corridor by a single wall, lay a hidden realm.

The interior unfolded like a boundless void, a miniature cosmos. Chen Ping’an sat in lotus position, eyes closed in meditation. Before him hovered two shattered remnants of his past: a crimson robe, tattered and torn, and two fractured halves of a once-proud sword.

These were the costly relics of a life-or-death struggle against Ma Kuixuan, scars etched into the fabric of his being.

Upon the robe, birthed from Chen Ping’an’s “Celestial Moulting” when he ascended to the Immortal realm, stirred countless “篆文,” ancient characters of myriad hues and depths. They writhed like trapped beasts, yearning to break free.

These were the true names of great demons, painstakingly woven into the robe by the Seamstress of the Prison, using arcane arts. They formed a vast, interconnected network, like rooted water lilies gently swaying in the current.

And the source of these roots lay within Chen Ping’an himself, who had merged his fate with half of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

The deeper the color of the demonic characters, the greater the ripples they sent through the robe’s silken surface, signifying a potential ascent to the realm of Immortals.

As for the Jade Purity demons, their true names remained subdued, held fast. No matter how fiercely the embroidered “seaweed” struggled, it could not escape its confinement.

Chen Ping’an was now an Immortal, and unless these demons gained some monumental stroke of fortune, they could not breach this intangible barrier, a manifestation of the Grand Dao itself.

This ethereal restraint, akin to the marks of the Dao, would endure.

This wasn’t to say that Chen Ping’an could directly dictate the fate of these demons’ cultivation, denying their progress. However, he could glean insight from the force of their true names, discerning their current level of power, depth of cultivation, and even the quality of their innate talent.

This, perhaps, was part of the hard-earned reward for Chen Ping’an’s “union” with half the Sword Qi Great Wall.

A radiant figure, identical to Chen Ping’an but adorned in white robes and a golden-hued crown, drifted back from a distant place. The crown’s design resembled that worn by Xu Jun Wang Jia of the Floating Continent, who had recently Ascended. This crown, once a simple lotus flower, now boasted a more audacious form, and bore a name: “Jade Capital Mountain.”

Chen Ping’an had granted this being a certain measure of freedom, primarily to safeguard and observe the path of the Taoist Ding.

Without opening his eyes, the true Chen Ping’an frowned slightly. “You’ve only just cleaved Chaos, taken the first steps in creating your own world. You’re far from deserving a moment’s rest.”

The crowned Chen Ping’an squatted beside the broken sword, Night Wanderer. “The old adage, ‘All beginnings are difficult,’ doesn’t apply here. Rest assured, I’m not one to preach about morality, but when it comes to action, I’m far more reliable than you.”

Chen Ping’an remained silent.

The crowned Chen Ping’an chuckled. “Just as a Pure Martial Warrior must shatter the Gates of Heaven to ascend from the Ninth to Tenth realm, so too must these Barbarian Immortals, these bearers of true names, seek your acknowledgment when they seek Ascension.”

Chen Ping’an spoke, “Within the Prison, I once asked the Seamstress when these true names would truly be of use. Her answer was the Ascension realm.”

At the time, the Ascension realm seemed impossibly distant.

Upon reaching the Ascension realm, he could finally trip them on their path.

This situation was akin to a certain shadowy Fourteenth Realm being forcibly interrupted Chen Ping’an’s three attempts to forge a new sword, even Bai Jing, who was there to help, could only watch helplessly.

Such fiendish tricks couldn’t kill the physically resilient and spiritually steadfast Chen Ping’an, but they could certainly sour his mood.

Worse, Chen Ping’an couldn’t be sure if there wouldn’t be a fourth attempt. The prospect of having to constantly guard against a hidden enemy was truly vexing.

The crowned Chen Ping’an fumed, “Why did you strip me of even these insignificant memories?”

Chen Ping’an folded his hands over his abdomen, his breath deep and measured. With each inhale and exhale, a resplendent star river bloomed within the boundless void, while a great constellation of stars vanished, an endless cycle of creation and destruction.

The crowned Chen Ping’an sat upon the hastily assembled longsword. “Reaching the Ascension realm will, at most, be interesting, but of little true significance. Perhaps we could surreptitiously trip them, remotely disrupt their concentration, delay a demon cultivator’s secluded meditation. But we must be careful, lest we accidentally help to hone their Dao heart.”

“Only when we become a Fourteenth Realm will things become both interesting and significant.”

“Even this may not be accurate. Whether we can reach the Ascension Realm depends on the effects of this Dao observation, whether Taoist Ding can verify the feasibility of this Ascension method. As for merging with the Grand Dao… who knows what the world will look like then. In a century, even Fourteenth Realm cultivators won’t be worth much! The world might be shattered. Or it might be peaceful. What if we work tirelessly to merge with the Dao, only to find that the reward is no longer worthwhile?”

Chen Ping’an ignored him.

The crowned Chen Ping’an flicked his sleeve, raised his arm, and with two fingers, pointed at a demonic true name upon the tattered robe.

The Immortal realm demon’s true name was gently suppressed, collapsing as if prostrating on the ground. The crimson robe buckled inward.

In the Barbarian Lands, a demon lord of the Immortal realm, feasting and toasting esteemed guests in his dojo, suddenly felt a pang of unease, his Dao heart shaken.

He immediately ordered the activation of the mountain-protecting array, unhesitatingly offering two semi-celestial lifebound objects. Displaying his Dharma body, he carefully surveyed his domain.

A banquet for honored guests had been turned upside down. The demon lord began to personally investigate whether any spies were hidden amongst his retinue.

The crowned Chen Ping’an smiled. “Once we reach the Fourteenth Realm, we can slay anyone below the Ascension realm, even across an entire world.”

“What’s more, with my help, finding Ascension realm demons will be easy. You always admired the clandestine swordsmanship of the Sword Qi Great Wall, didn’t you? We could emulate them, sneak into the Barbarian Lands, and slaughter our way through the Upper Five Realms, slaying Ascension cultivators and everyone beneath, all the way through.”

Chen Ping’an still had his eyes closed, and said calmly, “Did you eat a watermelon and let it swell your head?”

The crowned Chen Ping’an was momentarily speechless. After a long pause, he cradled the back of his head, shook his crown, and said self-deprecatingly, “You’re really hard on yourself.”

Chen Ping’an smiled. “You’ve got it backward. I’m always lenient with myself and strict with others.”

The crowned Chen Ping’an wanted back the book he had carefully crafted for the Taoist Ding. The prologue and opening were quite good.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ping’an opened his eyes and said, “Since we’re idle, let’s do two proper things.”

Having shared consciousness, the crowned figure could neither avoid nor escape. He had no choice but to jump off the broken sword and wave his sleeve.

Within the void realm, a towering Dharma body manifested, making the two Chen Ping’ans appear as small as mustard seeds.

The Dharma body’s hair, fingernails, skin, flesh, sinews, and blood were all removed, leaving only a skeleton, countless meridians, and the “Qi Acupoints” that served as connecting points.

Chen Ping’an had unveiled such a “Hanging Image,” a celestial representation of star constellations, twice before. Once, to guide his disciple Zhao Shuxia in the art of fist-fighting, showing him how to circulate pure Qi, and explaining the lineage of martial arts. The other time, he’d shown it to the locals in the Lotus Root Paradise’s Great Wood Temple, opening up a magnificent panorama for both martial artists and Qi practitioners, preventing them from being limited to their small, dim worlds. He was showing how many Qi Acupoints existed in the human body. Before that day, Sun Wanwan thought there would be no more than four hundred. But Chen Ping’an revealed a grand total of over one thousand.

The crowned Chen Ping’an looked up at the Dharma body, its interior shimmering with golden points of light. “The human body is a miniature world. Every Qi Acupoint is both a port and a training ground.”

He raised his sleeve and pointed. “You haven’t been idle, have you? You can use Golden Essence Coins like this? Every Golden Essence Coin is an anchored, ocean-faring talisman boat?”

The number of Qi Acupoints in this image was clearly greater than those of the two previous images, exceeding them by at least four hundred.

According to Zheng Juzhong’s calculations, the number of coins needed to raise the rank of Chen Ping’an’s flying sword, Well-in-the-Moon, was precisely one thousand five hundred.

Yang QianGu said that Zheng Juzhong was a monster for this level of deduction, and that was a fair comparison.

“The wooden figure that your neighbor Wang Zhu deliberately made into a defective product and gave to you, was your first contact with human acupoints. Song Jixin lost the key back then, but Zhi Gui left the wooden figure. You have two unusual neighbors.”

“During your travels, you intentionally purchased various medical books from the towns and cities, and combined them with mountain Taoist secrets gathered along the way, gradually accumulating knowledge of the positions of seven hundred Qi Acupoints.”

“By perusing the secret files of the Summer Palace and the treasures within the Literary Temple’s merit forest, you meticulously recorded the secrets that had already been verified as ‘useless’ by previous Qi practitioners, or those that had been lost due to many immortal sects considering them classified. With all of those acquisitions, you nearly reached one thousand sixty points. Correct?”

“When Lu Chen temporarily loaned his magic, you opened up your own world, separately proving and disproving those ‘useless’ secrets, resulting in additional quantity. Plus your journeys beyond the heavens.”

“This is the result, worthy of boasting. Even Yu Xuan would be surprised and amazed by your ability.”

“You always said that you treat others with sincerity. So you chose not to tell Sun Wanwan all of the Qi Apuoint’s locations. We’ll let it slide since they’re outsiders, and knowing too much would turn them into a liability when they leave the Paradise. But why did you even deceive your student, Zhao Shuxia?”

Speaking to this point, the Crowned Chen Ping’an sighed. “Why deceive yourself with intentional amnesia? Do you really need to divide yourself into two by saying, ‘I have struggled with myself for a long time?’ No wonder Chen Qing Liu, an outsider, calls you pathetic.”

Chen Ping’an said, “You’re too talkative.”

The Crowned one said, “You were always talkative. You used to speak to the mountains, but the mountains refused to echo. Your voice grew softer, and your heart quieter. Believe me, if someone accompanied you through your youth, someone to walk with you at night, you would have been someone who talked so much that they grew annoyed.”

Chen Ping’an laughed it off, rose, and looked up at the towering Dharma body, its one thousand five hundred golden coins shining like stars, each guarding a Qi Acupoint.

Among them, the five vital Qi Acupoints contained Grand Artifacts, their images clear and vivid.

Beyond these, lay even grander phenomena.

But the other proper thing to do was relatively interesting.

Chen Ping’an had the Crowned one create one true and one false “Chen Ping’an” within his mind.

The real one was Chen Ping’an himself at this moment, while the false one was stripped of all talismanic abilities.

The two clashed, fighting each other. Predictably, the former was victorious.

Chen Ping’an shook his head, still dissatisfied, and decided to make the strength disparity even greater. “Strip them of all magical treasures and remove all related spells and memories.”

The former overwhelmed the latter, easily defeating the Chen Ping’an who was now a cheap imitation.

Chen Ping’an continued. “Now remove the latter’s martial artist status.”

The Crowned one shook his head, helplessly, “There’s no point.”

Chen Ping’an pondered for a moment and said, “Then each of us removes half. Retain only our swordsman and martial artist identities, pure against pure.”

The Crowned one laughed, “That’s more like it.”

As Chen Ping’an watched the battle intently, he pulled a treasure from his sleeve, a ghostly green dharma blade obtained from the Immortal Han Yushu. This item was of great origin, acquired by the founding ancestor of the Ten Thousand Jade Sect from the Green Cloud Grotto.

The Crowned one glanced at the dharma blade that even Han Yushu couldn’t refine, sensed the true body’s intention, and asked curiously, “Can it be that you’re thinking of using it in this way?”

Chen Ping’an said, “It can. I must see if it is possible.”

The Crowned one warned. “Once you choose to take this path as the auxiliary tool for merging with the Dao, it will cost time, effort, money, and spirit. Once it fails, the losses will be too great.”

There was a smile on Chen Ping’an’s face, his brows raised. “On this road, we will progress step by step, constantly making corrections. What if it succeeds? If it truly fails, we’ll treat it as a string of firecrackers for the new year!”

The Crowned one rubbed his cheeks. “That’s a bit too extravagant.”

One day, when the opportunity to merge with the Dao arrived, within one’s own small world,

Heaven and Earth would resonate, and the human realm would explode with spring thunder.

The Crowned one also smiled. “Just thinking about it is delightful! To hell with success or failure, I don’t care anymore!”

Chen Ping’an’s expression returned to normal, and he said calmly, “A Taoist should have this heart.”

Back in the prison, he had made a deal with the white-haired child then liked to call himself “Frost.” It was a deal worth one Grain Rain coin. If the white-haired child could earn ten Lesser Heat coins from him, Chen Ping’an would help intercede with the Great Sword Immortal, and the white-haired child would have a chance to regain his freedom.

One of the Lesser Heat coins the white-haired child had earned was for helping Chen Ping’an find six of the mountains which connected to the ten Dao attracting Lifebound Qi Acupoints.

Chen Ping’an was about to ascend to the Cave Paradise realm, and finally had the opportunity to become the “Middle Five Realm God” he had always dreamed of.

The white-haired child said that this was a golden opportunity that wouldn’t come again. Taking advantage of the moment when heaven and earth spirits poured into his body during the opening of the palace, Chen Ping’an could use the profound method of “carving a boat to find a sword” to accurately locate the six mountains.

Earlier, when he traveled with Lu Tai in the Tong Ye Continent, Lu Tai told Chen Ping’an, an outsider, many inside stories and cultivation methods of the mountains.

Refining lifebound objects as a Daoist is not necessarily better in greater quantities. Only geniuses among geniuses are qualified to pursue that “the more the better” realm.

“Earthly materials” are not qualified to say that, only “heavenly materials” can.

If a Daoist can be considered a lucky person who is fed by God, then what Lu Tai called a heavenly material is not that God gave him a bowl, but directly gave him a big pot and a dining table.

Such figures, rare throughout the world, existed far away in the Central Earth Divine Continent, there was a talisman wielder, in the Snowy Continent, there was someone surnamed Wei, and as for nearby, coincidentally, there were two of them.

At that time, Chen Ping’an looked at the playful smile on the guy’s face and thought that Lu Tai was talking nonsense, so he naturally didn’t take it seriously.

The Crowned one said, “Lu Tai and a few others have appeared in the Sword Qi Great Wall. There aren’t many of them, but among them is someone like Yuan Xiao from the Five Colors World.”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “I’m too busy to care.”

The Crowned one said, “Taoist Ding’s book is about to turn the page and enter the second chapter.”

Chen Ping’an said, “A royal descendant scattered in the streets, experiencing hardships and scorn, meets a strange person who takes a liking to the young man and starts him on the path of cultivation. What do you think of this opening?”

The Crowned one sighed in the True Body’s tone, “Vulgar is sublime. I think the beginning of this story is very exciting.”

Chen Ping’an glanced at the Crowned one. The latter persisted in his opinion.

Chen Ping’an had no choice but to take a step back and said, “Add my and Incense Boy’s mountain and water travels, remember the plot twists, don’t be too rigid, and don’t make the protagonist too much of a protagonist.”

The Crowned one looked stunned and said, “Even copying your own book? That’s not good. It seems like you don’t have enough knowledge and talent.”

Chen Ping’an was silent, staring again at the Dharma body, and made a decision.

The Crowned one had no choice but to raise both hands, “Each busy with his own affairs?”

Chen Ping’an nodded, returned to his seat, closed his eyes, and meditated, his hands folded and his thumbs touching.

He did not remove the Dharma body.

A “Mountain Dwelling Cultivator,” with countless thoughts drifting through the ages, unaware of the changes in the outside world.

According to the white-haired child, the three hundred and fifty-six acupoints in the human body were equivalent to three hundred and sixty-five ready-made grotto-heavens. It’s what a person is born with.

This is the root of why all spirits in the world must cultivate human forms.

Therefore, Chen Ping’an had those heartfelt feelings with Yu Shiwu in the Ma Mansion, it is so hard to gain the human form, and so hard to gain it again.

When he asked the Seamstress to sew true names back in prison, Chen Ping’an’s realm was low, and the number of mansions he opened was extremely limited. There were only ten orifices, each with five elements, and two more lifebound swords, Cage Sparrow and Well-in-the-Moon. The two flying swords that could not be refined into lifebound objects, First Day and Fifteenth Day, must also have a resting place, as well as the imitation sword pine needles and cough thunder, which must be gathered in the same palace. At that time, Chen Ping’an had no extra Qi palace to put them in, let alone refining them.

Back then, the scale of opening orifices was thanks to the three wisps of sword energy he got as a teenager, which helped him open mountains and build palaces early on.

Otherwise, Chen Ping’an would have been even more constrained and unable to start.

As for refining some external spiritual weapons and magic treasures into lifebound objects, Chen Ping’an had never thought about it. You have to spend money to refine things on the mountain. I don’t have money!

Moreover, not all spiritual treasures are suitable for intermediate and major refinement. Throughout history, there have often been great cultivators who stared blankly at a fairy weapon for hundreds of years, unable to find a method to use it, or unable to break through the layers of restrictions, or unable to match the Dao of the person and the supreme treasure. They had no choice but to give it up and pass it on to a direct disciple or a grandson.

Today is different from the past.

When the Crowned one came to visit the scene again that day, he marveled. As expected of myself, a real big shot.

What you see is both high and deep.

The ten mountains that had been sought out as prime locations for his personal palace-heavens were refined by Chen Ping’an’s true body, commanding troops and generals, sitting in the palace-heavens, matched with the five elements of life-source objects, with the attributes of “one ruler and two subjects”, the former having the example of awarding the latter, and the latter having the responsibility of paying tribute to the former.

The imitation swords purchased from the Hate Sword Mountain in the Northern Ju Lu Continent were all refined by Chen Ping’an. Not a small refining, directly skipping the middle refining layer, and refining them into lifebound objects related to the Grand Dao!

In addition, there was also a lifebound flying sword “Celestial Music” of a goblin swordsman of the Soaring Sect. The white-haired child gave him a short sword engraved with the word “Blasphemy”.

The number of Qi palaces and the quality of the dojos were all wanted.

Greed leads to indigestion? In the Immortal realm, Chen Ping’an wanted to go against the grain.

Very untamed cultivation!

Chen Ping’an ignored the arrival of the Crowned one, and remained seated like a corpse.

Like a god in a shrine.

All the square inch and chi-size items were placed at his feet.

Obviously, the True Body had only just started the path of refining things.

From “leaving his hometown” with his Bag Repository to “knowing when to quit” with the Hidden Official, and then to Chen Sword Immortal, he had saved some wealth in his life of distant travel and cultivation.

The Crowned one walked slowly, with his hands behind his back, always looking up at the Dharma body.

In the Water Life Palace, a Water Character Seal slowly rotated, with a deep pool below, seemingly with dragons swimming. There were three walls in the palace, with a group of water gods and immortals lifelike.

In another lifebound Qi palace, a crystal-clear imitation White Jade Capital Pagoda was built on the top of the mountain shrine, with great Dao Qi.

In a deep Qi palace with white mist, a Sword Immortal Banner stood tall, rattling, and shining brightly.

In a newly opened Qi palace, a floating white jade Ganoderma lucidum dragged out a rainbow of light.

A six-sided seal containing the true meaning of thunder and creating a thunder formation heaven and earth, suspended in the high sky, with lightning and thunder, like a god simultaneously driving thousands of golden whips, constantly whipping and consolidating the entire Qi palace land.

There were also some magic robes with different qualities that were also refined, some as large as the sky, and some covering mountains and rivers. The lower quality ones were like a cloud of mist making the heavens and earth in the mayfly world.

Old Yang once asked, Chen Ping’an, are you full?

The answer was no.

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Chai Wu was Wei Xian’s disciple. Wei Xian had an official addiction and went to the Barbarian Lands with the Great Li Iron Cavalry to accumulate military merits, so he left the little girl here.

Because Wei Hailiang said that her qualifications were as good as his drinking capacity, this made Chai Wu more aware of her martial arts talent.

In addition, something happened later that made Chai Wu even more aware.

The legendary Mountain Master Chen, supposedly does not teach his disciples the art of boxing at all, let alone helping people preach the Dao.

But it was such a Mountain Master Chen who never easily gave pointers to others in cultivation, who personally preached and dispelled her doubts, but the result was quite unexpected. Anyway, it was almost like a chicken talking to a duck, or playing the piano to a cow. Chai Wu then knew that she was indeed lucky and could cultivate immortal magic, but only “could”!

So when she stepped from the Willow Tendon realm with the Stay-Human realm saying to the jade purification realm in the Long Spring Grotto-heaven in the secret snow peak, Chai Wu was more confused and stunned than anyone else.

But she quickly understood that it must be due to the lifebound flying sword given by Mr. Xiao Mo.

Moreover, those who congratulated her were actually her peers. Sect Master Cui showed up once and said some strange things, roughly meaning that he praised her for her good qualifications and that she was now a sword cultivator of the Upper Five Realms. Did she have any interest in calling her master to transfer to the Green Coiling Sword Sect?

Every ferry, whether it is across the continent or a short trip, needs a trial voyage.

Chai Wu boarded the thunder chariot ferry sent by the Daquan Yao family to the Green Shirt Ferry, and returned to her hometown with Steward Jia, the old immortal.

But Chai Wu did not go to the Sword Worship Platform, because she was really annoyed by that Bai Xuan. She did not go to the Fallen Mountain either, mainly because she was afraid of the second seat offering named “Xie Gou”.

Because it was said that she and Mr. Xiao Mo were Dao partners, the little girl was a little guilty, so she hid on the ferry.

Actually, it wasn’t hiding. Chai Wu liked the ferry and liked the feeling of being “high above”.

As a result, when the thunder chariot had returned from the Northern Ju Lu Continent, Chai Wu thought it would be better to delay a few more days and go to the Tong Ye Continent and come back next time.

As a result, the Law Enforcement Officer Chang Ming came to the Ox Horn Ferry, showed up on the ferry, and told the little girl that Xie Gou had called her to the Floating Deer Mountain for a chat.

Chai Wu had a bitter face and dared not refuse.

The mountain owner’s private dojo at the Floating Deer Mountain was a place with beautiful scenery that made people unable to describe it, and it was also a very strange place.

In Chai Wu’s vision, all the scenes were distorted by light, but you had to look carefully to see that trace.

It was as if all things in heaven and earth were composed of billions of tiny threads, and perhaps the threads would sway slightly when blown by the mountain wind.

Xie Gou leaned against the corridor wall and squinted at the little girl in the Jade Purification Realm.

Was this the little girl who got a lifebound flying sword stripped from their Mr. Xiao Mo?

Chang Ming nodded to the second seat offering, the little girl had already been brought to him.

Xie Gou cupped his fists and saluted, the smiling woman in the robe was the law enforcement officer, a level higher than himself.

Chang Ming touched Chai Wu’s head and said softly, “Don’t be nervous when you see your offering.”

Chai Wu shrank her neck.

Chang Ming took out two bags from his sleeve and placed them on the corridor.

Xie Gou asked, “What are you doing?”

Chang Ming smiled, “A little Golden Essence Coin, just in case.”

Xie Gou frowned.

Chang Ming explained, “Don’t worry, I didn’t use any capital.”

Xie Gou nodded.

Indeed, the Fallen Mountain did not like the set of “I think so and so” and “I’m doing this for your own good.”

When the Law Enforcement Officer Chang Ming left the mountain, Xie Gou asked, “Can you drink?”

Chai Wu blushed and honestly said, “I’ll drink a little when I’m okay.”

Xie Gou waved, “That’s great, let’s have a few drinks and warm up our relationship.”

Chai Wu sat on the steps, took off her boots, and sat opposite the sable-hat girl. Two pots of wine and two big white bowls were placed in the middle of the corridor.

Before drinking, Xie Gou asked, “Can you see the difference here?”

Chai Wu looked restrained, “What do you mean by difference?”

Xie Gou asked, “What do you think?”

Sweat broke out on Chai Wu’s forehead, Xie Gou smiled, and gestured, don’t sit there foolishly, let’s drink.

Each poured wine, in a decent manner, the wine bowls collided, and Chai Wu originally wanted to take a sip, but seeing that the other party raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, the little girl had no choice but to follow suit.

Xie Gou wiped his mouth and asked, “Little girl, do you know what a swordsman is?”

Chai Wu looked blank.

She had only been cultivating for a few days, how could she answer such a question.

Xie Gou changed the topic and repeated the magic content he gave to the eight cultivation embryos in the Jumping Fish Mountain Flower Shadow Peak, “Do you understand?”

Chai Wu nodded, “I understand.”

Xie Gou asked, “Can you learn it?”

After a moment, Chai Wu nodded, “I can barely do it.”

What Xie Gou saw in his eyes was the phenomenon in Chai Wu’s small world, and he had to admit that this “barely” was very reluctant.

In fact, she had learned everything.

It’s just that those students who are lucky enough to hear the Dao but don’t understand it are not good enough.

Xie Gou poured another bowl of wine, gave a thumbs up, and exclaimed, “Wow, it’s actually a small Bai Jing.”

Earthly materials are compared to Earth Immortals, and heavenly materials are compared to Heavenly Immortals. This is the most simple calculation method in the ancient Soaring Years.

In Xie Gou’s view, in terms of talent and root bones, Cao Qinglang and Bai Xuan were not good enough.

Xie Gou didn’t know if the little girl named Sun Chunwang would give him a little surprise.

Probably as Wei Bo said, in the eyes of a small group of mountain top cultivators, everything below ascension is just so-so.

If you go one level higher, wouldn’t the old Fourteenth Realm cultivators treat the new harmonizers who are rising to the occasion in the same way?

Xie Gou smiled, “Our mountain owner made a fortune. No wonder he can’t teach you the Dao.”

Chai Wu blinked, as if in disbelief, and the little girl quickly lowered her head and drank wine.

Xie Gou squinted and said, “Little girl, why do you have to pretend to be stupid and deceive yourself every day? Do you not trust this world so much? You’re already in the Jade Purification Realm, and it’s been so long, haven’t you recovered?”

Chai Wu hesitated, raised her head, and her eyes were bright.

Xie Gou said, “Being too smart will be mistaken for stupidity. You can deceive fools like Bai Xuan and Rice Swordsman, but can you deceive Cui Dongshan, or our Mountain Master Chen?”

Chai Wu stopped talking.

Xie Gou asked, “Do you like hiding on the ferry so much? Do you think the farther you are from the ground, the better?”

Since Chai Wu had a Dao relationship with Xiao Mo, and Xie Gou and Xiao Mo were in a “sure-fire match made in heaven, and they might get married tomorrow”, Chen Ping’an had told Xie Gou an approximate situation about Chai Wu’s childhood experiences and how she met Wei Xian. At the age of four, the little girl with a miserable life experience was hidden by her parents in a broken tomb with a hanging basket, and the basket contained all the food they had left.

Chai Wu finished the wine in her bowl, raised her arm and wiped the corner of her mouth, the little girl raised her head, stretched out her hand to cover her eyebrows, looked calm, and nodded, “I think the Yang world is in a high place.”

Xie Gou smiled, without pity or surprise, just picked up the wine bowl, “Let’s go for one.”

Chai Wu poured a bowl of wine and said shyly, “I drank too fast, I’m afraid I’ll say drunk things and go crazy later.”

Xie Gou said, “Then just take a sip.”

Chai Wu was relieved and said, “Okay!”

Xie Gou suddenly asked, “Why don’t you become my disciple?”

Chai Wu shook her head, “I have a master.”

Xie Gou sighed like his mountain owner, “You can’t understand wine anymore, you’re not sensible.”

Chai Wu looked firm.

Xie Gou obviously had a draft ready and said, “You can recognize Wei Hailiang as your father, isn’t that adding intimacy? Then recognize me as your master.”

Chai Wu was stunned, could it be done like this?

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There were two visitors who shouldn’t have appeared in the Fallen Mountain.

One was a cold young man and the other was a young man with thick eyebrows. They were both Ma Kuixuan’s direct disciples.

They had been staying on the top of Folding Waist Mountain, near the Mountain God’s Temple, watching the movements in the capital city of Yu Xuan Kingdom from afar.

A white-haired child popped out of nowhere and asked them if they wanted to climb the mountain. If they did, they would have to register their names.

The young man claimed that his name and Dao name were both “Forget Ancestor”. He was not climbing the mountain today, but was looking for someone, your mountain owner, Chen Ping’an.

The young man with a firewood knife around his waist said his name was Gao Ming and asked the dwarfish melon who said he was a registrar, if he didn’t climb the mountain, could he also register his name?

The white-haired child said there was no such rule, and asked Gao Ming his current realm. When he heard that he was a Middle Five Realm, he lost interest.

If he was a rare Lower Five Realm Qi Refiner, he might be able to make an exception.

The conscientious registrar now has two books, a main and a deputy.

The main book is of course for writing serious things, and the deputy book is for writing everything.

An old man in cloth shoes came from the mountain and gestured at the mountain gate to sit down at the table and chat slowly.

Seeing that they didn’t move, Zhu Lian smiled and introduced himself, “Zhu Lian, who is in charge of miscellaneous affairs in the Fallen Mountain. Our mountain owner is now in seclusion and cannot entertain guests in person.”

Forget Ancestor said indifferently, “Since he refuses to show up, then we’ll leave.”

Gao Ming Ahh-ed, obviously unwilling to leave like this. He had been resting and wandering in this famous Fallen Mountain and the well-known Mountain Owner Chen for a long time.

The young man found a common point, everyone was carrying a firewood knife around their waist, so they should have something to talk about when they met.

Although Old Ma had a bad mouth, he was generous with a few good words when talking about Chen Ping’an.

Zhu Lian smiled, “Don’t think that our mountain owner is arrogant, or misunderstand that he is casually using seclusion as an excuse to dismiss you. To put it bluntly, I don’t often have to personally greet guests at the mountain gate. To tell you the truth, the mountain owner is indeed in seclusion. If not, he would definitely be willing to come here to see you. I have said the unpleasant and pleasant things, it’s up to you to decide whether to leave or not.”

Forget Ancestor seemed to be determining the truth of the old man’s words.

Gao Ming was a big mouth and said, “Regardless of whether it’s true or false, to take a step back, a big housekeeper who can manage everything is willing to run to the foot of the mountain to fool people like this, which is enough to give us face. Doesn’t the book say that the prime minister’s doorman is a third-rank official, let alone Zhu Lian is a big housekeeper. Senior Brother, you are a ‘Two Golds’, and you are not good enough here, so don’t be pretentious. Listen to me, don’t rush to leave, sit down and chat slowly.”

The so-called Two Golds means that one person is both a Golden Body Realm and a Golden Core Realm at the same time.

The previous one was Warm Ancestral Master, who is now a boxing coach in the Jumping Fish Mountain.

Among the large number of letters sent to the Sword Room on the Qingse Peak, one was from the Jade Laurel Sect in the Tong Ye Continent, inviting Chen Ping’an to attend the Golden Core celebration of Qiu Zhi of the Nine Yi Peak.

Bai Xuan’s Heroic Spectrum was said by Zheng Dafeng to be a Book of Life and Death, but the Old Chef said it was an Oath of Iron and Bone. Among those listed on the list was the genius swordsman, Qiu Zhi of the Nine Yi Peak, a contemporary of Bai Xuan, who was very compatible with him when they met on the Green Coiling Peak earlier. There were also two generals, Bai Shou, the Peak Master of the Piaoran Peak of the Tai Wei Sword Sect in the Northern Ju Lu Continent, who could defend the rear. Warm Cautious of the Spirit Flying Palace in the Treasure Bottle Continent could be the vanguard.

Bai Xuan himself felt that the lineup he had painstakingly put together was terrifyingly strong.

Forget Ancestor said, “I came here