Who is Qi Tingji?

This is truly a perplexing question.

The news from Tongye Island is clearly obstructed. In ancient times, the Various Continents of Haoran were like individuals, each with its own customs and character. For instance, the fierce-spirited Fuyao Continent was like a strong and burly man, akin to a distant relative of Beiju Luzhou. And the arrogance of Tongye Island was like a pompous old pedant, who, when he closed his doors, believed his knowledge to be the best in the world.

Of course, this was also strongly related to the fact that the Wen Temple of yore forbade Nascent Soul realm cultivators and Golden Body realm martial artists from entering the Five Colored World.

The Taizong Emperor of the Jinzuan Dynasty, Zhang Fuzhi, whose Daoist name was Shanzhi, was a young Golden Core cultivator, hailing from a genealogical lineage on Tongye Island.

He had just ascended the dragon throne but wore neither the imperial crown nor the dragon robe.

His hair was styled in a high bun, his sleeves were wide, and his attire was that of a Daoist. He was tall and strong, with green eyes and eyebrows of different colors. His hands reached past his knees, and he possessed great literary talent and a beautiful appearance.

The emperor immediately rose from the dragon throne and quickly descended the steps, fearing that if he walked too slowly, his head might be lopped off by a sword, or he might be cut in half at the waist. This way, the young Sword Immortal, who claimed not to like speaking to people while looking up, could speak to him while looking down.

The emperor walked forward about ten paces, bowed, and with lowered head and bent waist, said, “Zhang Fuzhi of Baicheng Sect greets Sword Immortal Qi.”

Unlike many immortal mansions and sects that had changed their names to include the character “Zong,” Baicheng Sect still used its old name. All mountain rules remained the same, and there was no transgression of the rituals in the ancestral hall.

Xie Gou chuckled inwardly, “Mountain Master, this Zhang Fuzhi is fortunate. He became emperor in a daze and still seems drunk and not yet sober. He feels that throne is burning his backside and is solely focused on stabilizing the situation so he can abdicate quickly.”

Chen Ping’an did not follow Qi Tingji into the main hall but sat on the threshold. The ground was paved with rough golden bricks fired from new kilns, not even tightly joined. If this were in Tongye Island, would the craftsman lose his head?

Chen Ping’an said, “Being a Taizong Emperor is not that easy.”

Xiao Mo added a few more words, “Young Master, this person neither participated in the conspiracy to overthrow the previous emperor nor was involved in the indiscriminate killing. Before, he was just a nominal Deputy Minister of Rites and had no cruel actions. After discussing with Gouzi, we temporarily did not touch him.”

Chen Ping’an nodded and said, “This person still seems like a proper Daoist. His thoughts are more on the mountain.”

The man in the green shirt with a jade hairpin in his hair sat on the threshold. The handsome young man in a yellow hat, green shoes, and a green bamboo staff stood outside the door. The cheerful-looking girl in a貂帽 stood inside the door.

This scene, which should have given a feeling of tranquility and peace, quietly entered the eyes of everyone. However, adding the “looking at each other” heads inside the main hall and the crooked bloodstains on the ground, it looked shocking no matter how one viewed it.

Zhang Fuzhi didn’t even ask if the tragedy of the Jinzuan Dynasty was the work of the Sword Immortal Qi.

Since the emperor didn’t ask, the important court officials were naturally even more terrified into silence. Did these several Sword Immortals from Feisheng City intend to massacre them again, intentionally waiting for them to gather together? Should they obediently stretch out their necks and die, or would it be more decent to resist and be beheaded again?

Even if they didn’t know who Qi Tingji was, they certainly knew about Feisheng City.

Today’s emergency court session, besides discussing Zhang Fuzhi’s enthronement, had only one real agenda: who was the murderer?

Before, within the territory of the entire country, in an instant, a streaking sword light instantly killed more than two hundred powerful cultivators in the Jinzuan Dynasty, including two Jade Purity realm cultivators, one overt and one hidden. There were also twenty-six Earth Immortals.

They were all wiped out just like that.

It truly happened in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, it was the method of a Sword Immortal, taking heads from thousands of miles away with a flying sword.

So almost everyone speculated that it was Ning Yao who had delivered the sword.

Otherwise, they really couldn’t think of anyone else in the current Five Colored World who could possess such killing power.

Furthermore, there was an unverified rumor in the Jinzuan Dynasty that Ning Yao had been to the south in her early years and had killed people.

At that time, twelve famous cultivators from Tongye Island, three Golden Cores and nine Dragon Gate cultivators, surrounded and attacked a beautiful woman whom they mistakenly believed to be at most a Nascent Soul realm cultivator.

One of the Golden Core cultivators, wearing the Soldier’s Sweet Dew Armor,

As a result, he was merely struck by a single sword from the woman, his body and armor as fragile as thin paper.

Feisheng City, Ning Yao.

Her territory and influence, as well as her personal cultivation, were undoubtedly in a league of their own.

As for the second person in the world, it was probably the young Daoist official from Baiyujing with the Daoist name Shanzhi, rumored to be the youngest disciple of the Dao Ancestor. However, he had suffered losses at Ning Yao’s hands. It was said that due to the matter of erecting a stele, the sword cultivators of Feisheng City and the Daoist officials of Baiyujing clashed. Ning Yao quickly traveled far to the east, and in a sword challenge, seeking retribution, that Daoist official was beaten into seclusion…

With the sky high and the earth far away, even Earth Immortal cultivators would find it difficult to travel by wind and “ascend” to the sky curtain to reason with the Confucian Sages of the Wen Temple.

Furthermore, even if they found that lofty, accompanying Sage in the Wen Temple, would it be meaningful?

Ning Yao was already recognized as the number one person in the world. Now, throughout the south, some vowed that she must be in the Immortal realm, while others adamantly stated that she was very likely already a Feisheng realm Sword Immortal.

They doubted that even if the Wen Temple Sages were willing to help reason, Ning Yao would listen.

As the number one person in the Five Colored World, what reasoning was there to do? The emperor had rebelled?

Moreover, the relationship between the Sword Qi Great Wall and the Central Divine Continent’s Wen Temple was not bad. Otherwise, why would Feisheng City be allowed to be stationed in the center of heaven and earth?

At that time, would the Wen Temple Sages tell the Jinzuan Dynasty to go directly to Feisheng City to argue it out? Then Ning Yao and those Sword Immortals who had killed demons like flies would stare straight at them and ask, “Who in the hall is accusing this official?”

Furthermore, it was rumored, merely rumored, that a certain last hidden official with the surname Chen was not a native of the Sword Qi Great Wall, but he was both Ning Yao’s Dao Companion and the closed-door disciple of the Sage of Literature.

Who knew what his identity was now in the Wen Temple?

Was it possible that upon reaching the sky curtain, he had long been waiting, like waiting for a rabbit by a tree stump? “I have accepted your petition. Oh, you want to accuse my Dao Companion Ning Yao, is that right?”

Qi Tingji glanced at Zhang Fuzhi and said, “Don’t accuse me wrongly. The one who drew the sword just now was not me. I have a common temper and cannot stand being wronged even a little.”

Without needing any mountain methods, as soon as Qi Tingji said this, Chen Ping’an could feel the relief of these immortal officials.

Qi Tingji smiled and said, “Nor should you misunderstand that it was Ning Yao who made the move. She is temporarily not that free to bother with your rotten boils.”

Since Qi Tingji was not the actual sword-delivering murderer, and it wasn’t Ning Yao who made the move, then were these people who appeared just picking up the scraps? Regardless of how those heads fell into their hands, did it mean that they could discuss things, and at least not resort to immediate conflict? The Jinzuan Dynasty could no longer withstand the turmoil; it was truly on the verge of collapse.

Qi Tingji reached back and pointed to Xie Gou, saying, “She was the one who drew the sword. If it were me, you wouldn’t have been able to hold a court session today.”

Xie Gou put her hands on her hips, her cheeks flushed red, looking very proud, yet feigning humility, “Mere child’s play.”

Zhang Fuzhi smiled bitterly. What else could he say?

Being able to become the second emperor of the Jinzuan Dynasty was partly due to Zhang Fuzhi’s gentle character. More importantly, it was due to his martial uncle, Qu Shengtong, the sect master of his school, who was one of the few Nascent Soul realm cultivators in the Jinzuan Dynasty at that time. He was skilled in astrology and divination, practiced spiritual official techniques, and not long after entering the Five Colored World, he obtained a great immortal opportunity, luckily breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm, and established a private Dao field. He had been in seclusion for nearly ten years, far from the secular world. Looking back, did he truly manage to avoid a calamity of war?

The court that was supposed to hold sway over the south had just lost a large number of people, and even the emperor’s head was gone. Who would dare to sit on that guillotines-like dragon throne?

Of course, Zhang Fuzhi didn’t dare either. If he could choose, he would never be the first one to stick out. However, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day. The surviving immortal masters in the court of the Jinzuan Dynasty were unwilling to see such a large dynasty collapse in an instant. After much deliberation, they chose Zhang Fuzhi. When Zhang Fuzhi heard about this, he felt incredibly absurd. He never expected that his martial uncle, who was in seclusion, would issue a decree, asking Zhang Fuzhi to obey the will of heaven and the people and ascend the throne to inherit the great legacy.

Zhang Fuzhi had no choice but to comply.

Within the country, no one was competing with him. Zhang Fuzhi himself was also considered capable of winning the respect of others. Thus, he inexplicably became a ruler of the Nine-Five. As for how many days he could reign, Zhang Fuzhi was not sure. Would he end up lying in a coffin like the previous emperor, becoming a neighbor, or was it still uncertain?

Xie Gou moved and stepped on the face of a head that died with its eyes wide open. Looking down, she asked the head, “What are you looking at?” as expected of someone used to walking the jianghu of Beiju Luzhou. She stepped on it, causing the face to collapse, and an eyeball shot out like a hidden weapon towards a new Minister in the distance, scaring the latter into quickly dodging sideways.

The girl in the 貂帽 raised her head and chuckled, “I just kill faster. I’m far inferior to the variety of ways these immortal masters kill. I’ve really learned a lot on this trip to the Jinzuan Dynasty. For example, that general named Jiang Miao, he particularly appreciated his beloved subordinates who minced meat and set up oil pans, and he especially had a fetish for building human pyramids with children. Every time they attacked a city, he called it ‘cleansing the city’?”

Xie Gou stuck out her thumb and pointed to herself, her face grimacing, “My Mountain Master said that my style is simply the ancestor of rogue cultivators in later generations. You listen, can I be a kind person? But well, compared to you, I have to bow down in defeat.”

Xie Gou pouted, “Old Sword Immortal Qi, you continue chatting. I won’t steal your thunder.”

Qi Tingji smiled, “There’s not much to talk about. It’s just a reminder for them. In the future, when the Jinzuan Dynasty does things, don’t be so reckless.”

His joking remark about being “reckless” made the civil and military officials in the court look at the heads on the ground, and they felt Qi Tingji’s description was truly chilling.

Qi Tingji slowly walked forward and stood beside Zhang Fuzhi, side by side. He looked at the dragon throne, and Zhang Fuzhi stared intently, his heartstrings taut.

Qi Tingji continued, “Suppressing others with force is not a problem. We sword cultivators reason with swordsmanship. We’ve been reasoning with barbaric beasts for ten thousand years. I can also understand that this group of immortal masters on Tongye Island are above mortals. They are in a new world where Confucianism and the Wen Temple finally no longer control them, in a new place with shattered rules, where neither heaven nor earth bothers them. Their temper has gone wild, their actions are unrestrained, and their desires are not well controlled. That’s understandable. But there’s a small problem here.”

“Your strength is too small.”

Qi Tingji reached out and patted Zhang Fuzhi’s shoulder, smiling, “It’s truly too small, but the things you do, the loud reasons you speak, are things that even I, Qi Tingji, would have to repeatedly consider and might not dare or be able to do.”

A military general who had something on his mind was deeply resentful of this arrogant group of sword cultivators with strange origins. Who knew if they had been secretly plotting for years, falsely claiming to be from Feisheng City, and were now trying to seize the Jinzuan Dynasty like a cuckoo in a magpie’s nest? Stop talking about these unnecessary things. Let’s just sit down and share the spoils. What about sword cultivators? Aren’t they still cultivators? Don’t they need to seize natural treasures and amass piles of immortal money? In an instant, he was pierced through the body by a streak of sword light from Qi Tingji, who extracted his entire gall bladder with sword energy.

Qi Tingji didn’t even look at the corpse, sneering, “Your guts aren’t big either.”

Qi Tingji said, “Today, some of you will definitely die. Remember to help send a message to the underworld: hurry up, so you can catch up with the queue on that Yellow Springs Road, lest you die inexplicably. Just say that Qi Tingji said this: you are truly too weak, without even a Feisheng realm cultivator, yet you dare to do such lawless and high-profile things.”

Qi Tingji was silent for a moment, “Being completely uninhibited, you are truly fearless. How are you different from barbaric beasts?”

Xiao Mo, who had been standing outside the door, said calmly, “In many matters, they are even worse.”

There were a total of over sixty civil and military officials in the hall, with cultivators from Tongye Island accounting for 90%. The remaining ten or so were there for show, either family members of some old Nascent Soul realm immortal or officials bought with heavy gold by top noble families from some country in Tongye Island in the past. It was a hastily assembled court session. Many of the immortal masters who were attending court for the first time had more or less the thought of seeking wealth in danger.

The green-shirted sword cultivator who had been sitting on the threshold of the main hall suddenly asked, “Are there any immortal families here who know Zhao Tieyan or Shang Zuo?”

An old Golden Core cultivator, holding a jade tablet and wearing official robes, timidly moved two steps forward, facing the main entrance, and bowed to the man in the green shirt, trembling, “Reporting to Sword Immortal, I know them.”

The man smiled and asked, “What is your relationship?”

The old Golden Core respectfully replied, “I dare not conceal anything from Sword Immortal. I am the current sect master of the Danjing Sect, Song Zhou. I won’t mention my own Daoist name to avoid offending the ears of the Sword Immortals. Zhao Tieyan and Shang Zuo are disciples of the sect. In the past, they made their own decisions and chose to stay in Tongye Island.”

How tragic.

Could it be that those few unpromising and rebellious disciples, who stayed in Tongye Island without permission, became a scourge? Did they have some conflict with this green-shirted Sword Immortal? Then how could he and the Danjing Sect escape the responsibility of not strictly disciplining them? The old Golden Core felt sorrow in his heart. Those children were of average aptitude, but they were not wicked people. Could it be that their luck was bad, and with a flash of sword light, they had already perished?

Bang! A head standing in the front row of the main hall exploded like a flower. The corpse collapsed to the ground, instantly perishing in both body and spirit.

The disparity in realms was too great. They didn’t know which Sword Immortal had made the move, and they were too lazy to ponder why this person had died.

The old Golden Core was instantly so frightened that his Dao Heart became unstable, and his eyelids trembled, yet he still tried to feign calmness, believing that a righteous person fears no shadow.

Chen Ping’an said, “The upper beam is not straight, but the lower beam is straight. This is also a strange matter. As for you, you haven’t deviated into evil paths. That’s good. May I ask, Sect Master, what rank do you currently hold in the officialdom?”

Song Zhou softly replied, “I work in the Guanglu Temple, from the third rank, not a regular court official.”

Chen Ping’an nodded and suddenly asked, “Are there any experts from the Xianqing Sect here? For example, that young Yunyu Sword Immortal?”

Zhang Fuzhi immediately said, “Reporting to Sword Immortal, the Dao field of the Xianqing Sect is not within the territory of the Jinzuan Dynasty. That Yunyu has been in seclusion for many years and recently descended the mountain to serve as the Imperial Advisor of a neighboring country. He is already in the Nascent Soul realm.”

Xie Gou grinned and said, “Mountain Master, he’s one of us.”

Chen Ping’an was puzzled, “His Golden Core was mostly shattered. In just a few years, he was able to advance instead of retreating, reaching the Nascent Soul realm?”

Of course, Zhang Fuzhi was completely open and explained, “This person has a highly ranked sword ‘Shijie’. The Xianqing Sect also has high hopes for him, so they give all treasures and opportunities to this young Sword Immortal. Yunyu’s breakthrough, although unexpected, is barely understandable.”

The dynasty where Yunyu was located was the strong southern country second only to the Jinzuan Dynasty. After this change, with the rise and fall of influence, it was hard to say who would annex whom. Although Zhang Fuzhi had no desire for power, he knew that many people in the hall, if these Sword Immortals hadn’t “graced” them with their presence, would secretly send messages to the Xianqing Sect after the court session and leaving the imperial palace, and the recipient would even be Yunyu himself.

Xie Gou turned her head, covered her mouth with her hand, and whispered, “Mountain Master, isn’t it a coincidence? He’s also a young Sword Immortal.”

Mountain Master, since this fellow dared to say that the sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall were the most bloodthirsty barbarians back then, why don’t I just stab him?

Chen Ping’an shook his head and only reminded Qi Tingji to pay more attention to this person, who was a very shrewd sword cultivator skilled in judging the situation.

Qi Tingji knew clearly in his heart that Chen Ping’an’s temporary change of mind to come personally was still out of concern for the little girl in Feisheng City.

Feng Yuanxiao, she was born from the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao in the Five Colored World. In short, she and Ning Yao were mutually restraining and difficult for each other.

If the Jinzuan Dynasty were to become the norm throughout the entire south, it would have a considerable and profound impact on the little girl’s Dao Heart.

Regarding the situation of the Five Colored World, there had been various speculations from outside, and the answers were all the same. It was mostly between the Qingming World and the Barren World, where qi refiners occupied an absolute high position, and mortal scholars became complete dependents, eventually reaching a subtle balance.

However, no one believed that there would be a clear “watershed” between the mountain and the mundane world, like in the Haoran World. It could not even be an “approximation.”

The only place where mundane people could govern all mountain affairs was the Dali Dynasty in Baoping Continent.

Qi Tingji had never been to Baoping Continent. When he heard that Dali had annexed a continent, he became curious about the Imperial Advisor Cui Chan and began to deliberately collect recent information about Baoping Continent. Later, after leaving the Sword Qi Great Wall and the war ended, Qi Tingji learned more about the Dali Dynasty and always regretted not having met that embroidered tiger.

Before returning to the Haoran World and going to the Barren World, Qi Tingji did indeed want to visit Baoping Continent first, especially the territory of the Dali Dynasty.

Chen Ping’an then mentioned the Daoist names and sect names of more than ten old immortal masters from Tongye Island, as well as the names of martial arts grandmasters, to see if anyone in this main hall was related.

The two Wen Temple Sages guarding the Five Colored World were the first great libationer of the Book of Rites Academy and the founder of the Heshang Academy. They were responsible for recording the changes in the mountains and rivers within a cycle of sixty years and also had to endure the nausea of finding some of the stowaways from Tongye Island.

It turned out that those cultivators and martial artists who had attempted to deceive the heavens and cross the seas in the past, using various methods and secret arts to sneak into the Five Colored World in violation of prohibitions and regulations, had all been caught one by one by the Wen Temple. Three Nascent Soul realm cultivators, seven Golden Body realm cultivators, and two Far Travel realm martial artists, totaling twelve, were all thrown out of Old Master Jiang’s sleeve. At that time, Chen Ping’an had conveniently thrown them into Tongye Island along the way.

As a result, there were indeed some, but the vast majority had died under Xie Gou’s sword. Currently, there were only two still alive and standing in the main hall.

This truly frightened them. Such top-secret information was known only to a few people in their sect’s ancestral hall. How did this middle-aged Sword Immortal from Feisheng City know?

Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “Your two grandmasters are the sect master Zongliu and Venerable Lianhu, right? We will go to their doors to settle accounts later.”

Chen Ping’an reached out from his sleeve and pointed to the sect master of the Danjing Sect, “Song Zhou, start with you. Among your colleagues in the hall, name someone and give a few reasons why they must die. If you cannot provide a name, then consider yourself a heinous criminal, and bear the consequences.”

The old Golden Core’s face was a mixture of emotions. He looked around, gritted his teeth, and finally named someone, giving the reason that this person’s unruly soldiers under his command had no discipline, took pleasure in impaling infants with lances, and this person was skilled in an extremely vicious bedroom art. These years, while leading troops in battle, he had secretly refined dozens of female cultivators from neighboring countries into succubi. Women of lesser beauty and aptitude from noble families were all refined into cauldrons for cultivation, and once they reached this state, their primordial spirits were exhausted, making reincarnation difficult. However, this person was meticulous and acted very discreetly. It was only after a Daoist friend skilled in observing qi had glimpsed the truth that Song Zhou learned the truth.

That person wanted to fight Song Zhou desperately, but was instantly beheaded by a streak of sword light. Not only that, but this person’s soul was also kneaded into a lamp wick by the girl in the 貂帽 with her two fingers. She blew a breath, lit the oil lamp, and it glowed brightly. The soul, suffering this torment, wailed incessantly.

Xie Gou reached out again and scratched a bloody hole in the corpse. From a certain vital acupoint, she took the small bronze brazier into her hand and released all the women who were confined inside. Some had already turned into fierce ghosts, their sleeves fluttering as they circled around the pillars, while some residual true spirits gathered in the corner, sobbing. The main hall suddenly became filled with ghostly qi.

Xie Gou held the sizzling oil lamp, which produced tiny sounds from the true fire refining the cultivators’ souls. She lowered her eyes and squinted at the scene, then extracted some indescribable fortune from the corpse. The girl in the 貂帽 chuckled, “The methods of lighting lamps in later generations are truly sloppy and crude, and they waste too much oil. This lamp of mine can burn for at least three to five years, and the soul’s senses will not weaken in the slightest. The best part is that I can continuously add oil with your fortune. Wow, you’ve profited, you can still live for a hundred years.”

Everyone in the hall felt their scalps tingle and dared not even look at the girl in the 貂帽, fearing that if they made eye contact, she would ask, “What are you looking at?”

Emperor Zhang Fuzhi also named a great villain, who was split in half by Xie Gou’s sword and also used to light a lamp. In the end, there were still thirty-four people alive. Some were covered in sweat, some were like bereaved children. After all, those who spoke later and named people were in a more precarious situation. Those who had already passed the first gate of hell were afraid that the people behind them would look at them. During this time, some people were so frightened by the wandering gazes that their livers and gallbladders were about to split. As long as a gaze lingered on them slightly, they felt a chill down their spine, and some couldn’t help but start cursing in the elegant language of Tongye Island… Qi Tingji sat on the steps where the dragon throne was placed, quietly watching this not-so-interesting power struggle.

Afterwards, some people truly couldn’t find any dirt on someone in the hall. They couldn’t find a scapegoat, and they couldn’t really admit that they deserved to die. So they bravely asked the green-shirted man at the door if they could name the immortal masters of the Jinzuan Dynasty who were not qualified to attend court but had done a lot of bad things. Fortunately, that person smiled and agreed, saying that of course they could, but they needed to provide at least three names. If he found that any one of them should not have been killed, then it would have to be made up by the person who named them.

Afterward, Xiao Mo revealed a faint Dharma image, overlooking the entire dynasty. Xie Gou received precise information.

By the time the last noble descendant, who was not an immortal master, finished speaking the three names, sword lights illuminated one by one. He leaned against the golden-painted pillars of the main hall, his face pale, and his entire body dripping with sweat. He decided that he would never be an official in this life. After returning to his family, he would only carry bird cages and walk birds, living a stable and leisurely life.

Without any warning, the ten or so people who thought they had survived the catastrophe instantly died.

That group of Sword Immortals from Feisheng City, who could neither be said to be capricious nor rule-abiding, offered no explanation.

Chen Ping’an stood up and glanced at Qi Tingji. “You won’t blame me for stealing the show, will you?”

Qi Tingji smiled and said, “I can tell you’re a strategist responsible for giving advice and filling in the gaps.”

Xie Gou nodded to herself, “These tyrannical and arrogant people deserve to die badly. We, however, saw injustice and drew our swords to help. Good, we must leave a good name in the jianghu. Very good, killing sword, living blade!”

Xiao Mo felt utterly helpless.

Xie Gou beckoned to the female ghosts, “Don’t be afraid, I have my own methods. I will give you an opportunity on the mountain. After you have learned immortal techniques, it will not be too late to seek revenge.”

Qi Tingji walked towards the threshold of the main hall and said, “Three years from now, I will come back again.”

“Don’t worry, I will definitely kill people again then. The more times I come, the clearer you will become about where my bottom line is.”

“Of course, the premise is that the Jinzuan Dynasty still exists. It doesn’t matter, even if the court or the Dao field changes, you will still be in this world.”

How could they be at ease?

The emperor did not forget to escort this young Sword Immortal to the threshold of the main hall. Qi Tingji said to stop, and Zhang Fuzhi stopped.

They did not immediately leave the capital city. They used illusions and sat on the roof of a building with emerald green glazed tiles.

Xie Gou smiled and said, “Mountain Master is worried if there is someone similar to Huang Zhen hidden here? Small grudges and big hatreds are already so troublesome, let alone the young men and women in the distance, whose masters were killed or whose family elders were slaughtered. Such blood feud, shouldn’t it be even more tenacious?”

Chen Ping’an shook his head, “I’m not afraid of that. It’s nothing more than seeking revenge, each speaking their own words, the unknown killing the famous, each speaking their own reason. These are not a big deal.”

He took out the sword-nurturing gourd, took a sip of wine, and Chen Ping’an said with a headache, “I am just worried about Lu Zhi’s newly accepted disciple, Cheng Sancai of Jiaolong Ditch. It wasn’t easy to clear the relationship, and I even gave away that Golden Brew Dharma Robe. Now that she has taken over the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect, what is going on?”

Qi Tingji smiled and said, “Anyway, you’re about to become the new sect master. At that time, issue a decree to take back that Golden Brew Dharma Robe?”

Chen Ping’an said helplessly, “Old Sword Immortal Qi, can you say a few less sarcastic words? ‘Sword Immortal’ and ‘Golden Brew’ have special meanings. If it was unavoidable to give it away, it would be better if we didn’t meet. I could pretend that nothing happened. Now, it’s good. When I go to your ancestral hall, I feel awkward in my heart.”

Qi Tingji said, “Don’t complain to me either. I am only responsible for giving away a sect.”

Chen Ping’an asked, “Then shall we depart for Feisheng City?”

Qi Tingji shook his head and said, “Anyway, it’s that matter. You just mention it in the ancestral hall of Feisheng City and it will be settled. You opened your mouth, Ning Yao doesn’t object, and Chen Ji also seconded it. What other objections could there be? I won’t go to Feisheng City. I’ll wait for you over at the sky curtain. Next time I return here, I plan to learn from Chen Ji, use a pseudonym, change my identity, and travel and observe for sixty years.”

Chen Ping’an nodded, “That’s good.”

Qi Tingji smiled and said, “Is this my ‘opening red’ since it’s my first time stepping foot here?”

Xiao Mo nodded and said, “Kill a few more scoundrels, and the lives of mortal scholars will be much better next year.”

Xie Gou rubbed her 貂帽, “Yeah, it can’t be Qingming Festival all year round, right?”

Qi Tingji smiled slightly and said, “Actually, the most troublesome thing here is Mountain Master Chen, who has worked tirelessly to fill in the geographical deficiencies of Tongye Island.”

Xiao Mo asked, “Young Master, should we find a way to tell them about the current situation in Tongye Island?”

Xie Gou was a little unwilling and rarely refuted Xiao Mo, “Why?”

Chen Ping’an hummed, “Next year’s Lantern Festival will be livelier, and the Mid-Autumn Festival should also be more worthy of its name.”

Xie Gou thought for a moment, “That’s right.”

Xiao Mo said inwardly, “Young Master, Daoist friend Bixiao said that when the time is right, he wants me to send a message to Lu Zhi, asking her to take a certain disciple to Mingyue Haocai after sixty years to discuss something. When I asked what ‘when the time is right’ meant, Daoist friend Bixiao kept me in suspense and only said that heavenly secrets cannot be revealed, and the time will be clear when it arrives. Is the time ripe now?”

Xie Gou exclaimed, praising, “Daoist friend Bixiao is truly loyal and awesome.”

Chen Ping’an thought about it but couldn’t guess the old temple master’s intentions for a while. He said, “We’ll deliver the message first.”

Qi Tingji looked up at the distance.

Someone was approaching on a sword, heading south all the way.

Perhaps this was the grandeur of the number one person in the world?

Like heaven and like an emperor, touring the human world, all mountains must bow down, and the sea of clouds makes way on its own.

Seeing this phenomenon, Qi Tingji was naturally envious, but there was not the slightest hint of jealousy.

Ning Yao appeared on the eaves and asked in confusion, “What’s going on here?”

“Feng Yuanxiao suddenly broke through three realms, and she herself couldn’t explain why.”

Qi Tingji was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly. Chen Ping’an’s smile was brilliant, “Heh.” Xiao Mo was enlightened, and Xie Gou raised her hand and slapped her cheek, “Oho!”