A great mountain eternally wreathed in mist. The local folk around it all claimed there were immortals dwelling within.

Chen Ping’an and Ning Yao settled near the base of the mountain. They saw an ancient-looking Daoist at the peak, seated cross-legged on a straw mat, breathing and cultivating Qi. His realm was not high, not yet having formed a Golden Core, but his Daoist Qi was profound enough to influence the flow of the local mountain and water qi.

Chen Ping’an withdrew his gaze, feeling a sense of melancholy. Perhaps this was the so-called “Who has nothing to do but sit idly on a mountain?” A truly idle, genuine immortal.

They did not disturb the recluse’s tranquil cultivation. Each forming a magic seal, they used the Earth Shrinking technique to reach the Huangnibanzu ferry, crossing mountains and rivers as easily as folding paper.

Finally, they had some time alone. They could temporarily forget the heavens and the earth, ignore the grievances on the mountain, and disregard the major affairs of the world.

So Chen Ping’an and Ning Yao walked side-by-side at the immortal ferry port. He still employed a layer of illusion, appearing in a green robe, carrying his sword, with a leisurely demeanor.

His slender build was real. As for whether he could be considered as handsome as a jade tree in the wind, it probably depended on whether he was at Fallen Leaf Mountain.

As for Ning Yao, she was still Ning Yao. Dressed in a vibrant green robe, carrying her sword on her back.

In the Vastness, there were not many cultivators who knew Ning Yao’s true appearance yet, and almost all of them were at the peak.

The Huangnibanzu ferry port was located near the north bank of the Great River. The nearby Cunzhuangzu ferry, however, was to the south. Both immortal ferry ports had rather rustic names.

Chen Ping’an smiled and explained, “Cunzhuangzu belongs to an immortal sect called Fishing Song Mountain. Their Daoist site is not large, and it’s mostly female cultivators who practice water techniques, so they are quite skilled in maintaining their youth. Similar to Green Plum View, they are good at the ‘Mirrored Flowers, Watery Moon’ business. However, the money they earn is used to repair the surrounding mountain roots and water veins, so they have a very good reputation on the mountain. They felt Cunzhuangzu was too unrefined, so they renamed it Lisuozu. But cultivators on the mountain wouldn’t acknowledge that, after all, the ‘village girls’ of Fishing Song Mountain, along with the ‘grandmasters’ of the Invincible Divine Fist Gang, and of course, the sword immortals of Zheng Yang Mountain, and the ‘gentlemen of virtue’ from the River of Books, were all golden hallmarks of Vase Island in earlier years.”

In today’s landscape, of course, the Night Revelry on Covered Cloud Mountain had stolen the spotlight.

Ning Yao smiled, “That’s quite sharp. Are Zheng Yang Mountain okay with that? They don’t mind?”

Chen Ping’an suppressed a smirk, saying earnestly, “Back then, there were many immortal mansions and Daoist sites that couldn’t stand the conduct of the Zheng Yang Mountain sword immortals. When Liu Xianyang and I were guests at Zheng Yang Mountain last time, how many cultivators felt a great sense of satisfaction, as if we had vented their anger for them? This is what they call justice residing in the hearts of the people. If good people can use wicked methods to grind down evil people, grinding them until they have no temper left, observers always find it gratifying.”

Ning Yao said, “About that boundary marker? Lu Chen seemed to have said something like a prophecy or prediction?”

Chen Ping’an nodded, “Let’s wait and see. To be honest, I want that inscription removed even more than Zheng Yang Mountain does.”

Ning Yao smiled, “You’re not destined for an easy life.”

Chen Ping’an clasped his hands behind his head, saying lazily, “Who’s arguing with that?”

Last time, when he was a guest at the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the old blind man talked about Ning Yao and incidentally reminded Chen Ping’an, “With learning, you gain daily; with the Dao, you lose daily.”

Chen Ping’an wasn’t stupid and knew that the old blind man was reminding him to learn more from Ning Yao. After all, cultivation since ancient times has been about seeking truth and simplicity. On the path of climbing the mountain to attain the Dao, being skilled in all eighteen kinds of martial arts from the foot of the mountain becomes a burden, like carrying baskets filled with gold and silver – what good is it?

Chen Ping’an recalled something and said, “I heard顾璨mention it. He got a little gossip from柴伯符. Fishing Song Mountain mainly focuses on water techniques, and their Daoist lineage seems to have some connection to Liu Chicheng’s ‘River截True Scripture’. It’s just that Liu Zhimiao won’t talk about it, and Liu Chicheng himself is forgetful, so outsiders can’t verify it.”

That 柴伯符 was truly a fascinating person. He could bend and stretch, be both ruthless and cowardly, his realms falling and rising as if it were a daily meal.

He just didn’t know if Zheng Juzhong could gain insights into the Dao from this, opening up new possibilities for the Golden Core and Nascent Soul realms?

Chen Ping’an said with his mind, “This Huangnibanzu ferry actually belongs to the Da Li military, but the court found a puppet to act as the front. There are many similar territories, but none can be made public.”

Ning Yao was surprised, “Isn’t the Da Li Dynasty very wealthy?”

Chen Ping’an was taken aback. He now only had a rough idea of how wealthy the Da Li Dynasty was, but for Ning Yao to talk about “money,” it might be similar to when she boiled medicine at the blacksmith’s shop back then?

Ning Yao smiled, “Learning from you.”

Chen Ping’an burst into laughter, silent for a moment, then said, “Senior Brother Cui actually always wanted to devour that ‘Mountain’ character of Vase Island.”

Ning Yao was a little confused. Chen Ping’an gestured with his hand, writing the character “Immortal” (仙). Ning Yao understood. The immortal families who cultivated on the mountain, with the “mountain” devoured, seemed to have become human.

Ning Yao asked, “Is it to continue your senior brother’s idea, and it’s not just as simple as people from the lower world managing those from the upper world?”

Chen Ping’an shook his head, helplessly saying, “I’m afraid it will be even harder than reaching the Fourteenth Realm.”

It is already difficult for a historical interpreter to truly understand history. How difficult it is to “personally” write history well.

History is like a endlessly flowing long river. How many mountains in the upstream can a person who is always downstream remember?

Ning Yao glanced at Chen Ping’an’s changing expression out of the corner of her eye and asked curiously, “What’s so amusing?”

Chen Ping’an suppressed a smile and said, “I’ve prepared one of each of the three kinds of Exemption Certificates from the Ministry of Justice of Da Li.”

Ning Yao asked, “And then?”

Chen Ping’an looked around, squinting with a smile, “For example, if I encounter some clueless fellow on the road later, I’ll take out the third-class Exemption Certificate. If that doesn’t scare him off, I’ll switch to the second-class. When they bring reinforcements and come aggressively to demand an explanation, I’ll take out the first-class Exemption Certificate… Just thinking about it is fun.”

However, the Huangnibanzu ferry belonged to the border area of the Da Li Dynasty and was secretly held by the Da Li border army. This meant that there must be a Da Li spy with an Exemption Certificate sitting behind the scenes. Therefore, the scenario Chen Ping’an envisioned was almost impossible to happen. It was only possible by going south, crossing the Great River.

Ning Yao’s ideas and thinking were always different from ordinary people. She asked, “Aren’t you afraid that the other party will mistake you for an official from the Ministry of Justice of Da Li, specifically responsible for issuing Exemption Certificates at the yamen?”

Chen Ping’an was a little flustered, perhaps because he also found it amusing. He held back for a moment but couldn’t help it, his smile radiant, bursting into laughter.

Ning Yao rarely saw Chen Ping’an like this. Since she had known him, she had rarely seen such an expression or heard such laughter from Chen Ping’an.

It was as if the various disappointments on his life’s path were not enough to drive him to despair. He didn’t know if he truly wanted to tell others, or if he was using it to remind himself, that many stories, big and small, ended with just two words, “还好” (还好). And the annotation of “还好” (还好) was probably “hope.”

So Ning Yao also pursed her lips and smiled.

Chen Ping’an chatted about some things not written in his travelogue. He said that during his second long journey to find her, during his travels, he once heard an old man say at a wine table that he had never seen a bad person turn good in his life.

The drunken young man, in his astonishment and shock, refused to believe this.

The old man didn’t get angry and said, “Let’s bet on a hot pot meal. The loser pays.”

Ning Yao asked, “Was there a winner and loser?”

Chen Ping’an said, “It’s hard to say. Maybe Old Brother Song just wanted a hot pot meal, and it didn’t matter who paid.”

Once upon a time, during the day, he watched paper kites from afar and listened to the sound of reading from afar. Once upon a time, a tall young man carried a torch into the mountain, shouting the name of the straw shoe boy.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter in the four directions, the joys, angers, sorrows, and deaths of life, the rich and poor, the connected and disconnected of humans, ghosts, gods, and immortals. Is there truly a heaven-ordained reason in the world?

There happened to be an immortal ferry boat at the ferry port going to Cunzhuangzu, which would arrive in about half an hour. Chen Ping’an bought two bamboo boarding passes, similar to the short-distance passes down the mountain. Perhaps seeing that he didn’t look wealthy, the shopkeeper gave an extra reminder that the wooden pass indicated the disembarking point, and if they didn’t get off after Cunzhuangzu, they would be fined a lot of money upon verification.

Waiting for the boat, they stood by the railing, the sea of clouds and green mountains below their feet, looking out at the “Autumn Wind Shrine” suspended above the central part of Vase Island.

Ning Yao’s realm was higher, and she saw the prosperous Autumn Wind Shrine clearly, like a continuously circulating grand formation that condensed the incense into pink ethereal qi, and then dispersed countless ethereal red threads into densely populated areas on the ground. However, the shrine had a magnificent appearance and was by no means a side door or an illegitimate place for debauchery.

The Autumn Wind Shrine area was located on a suspended lake, with an ancient complex of buildings similar to a shrine built on a central island. The three-character plaque had the complete words “Autumn Wind,” but the last character was only half of “司” (Si). It was thought to have lost the radical “心” (xin), so it was named the Autumn Wind Shrine. Over the years, mountain visitors had been as numerous as carp crossing the river, all wanting to explore and see if they could take this place into their possession and turn it into a private Daoist site.

Unfortunately, it remained an ownerless place that could not be taken by force.

A few years ago, Xie Songhua, along with Chen Li, Gao Youqing, Yu Jianfu, and Lin Junbi, visited the Autumn Wind Shrine after attending the sect ceremony at Fallen Leaf Mountain. Later, Chen Qingliu and Xin Ji’an also traveled to the Autumn Wind Shrine.

Ning Yao asked curiously, “A place like this still has no owner?”

Chen Ping’an shook his head and smiled, “Enter my Autumn Wind Shrine, enter my Gate of Acacia. Only a pair of heaven-made lovers of deep affection have a slight chance of becoming the masters of this place. But it seems they have to pay a price, needing to make up for the lack in the divine position and become gods on the spot, taking charge of a part of human marriages.”

This was because this place was a marriage agency and marriage bureau secretly built by Wu Shuangjiang and Liu Qi, in collaboration with Cai Daohuang, who ran a joy shop in the Pearl Grotto-Heaven, who was also Hu Feng’s grandfather.

It appeared at roughly the same time as the Night Cruise Boat, the Shan Shi Guan Hai Lou on the Golden Armor Continent, and the secret realm in Tongye Continent that was rumored to contain a great opportunity for ascending by taking pills. The Autumn Wind Shrine is a very special landscape secret realm with no immortal spell restrictions. Cultivators can enter and exit freely, unlike ordinary ruins which are full of mechanisms or formations, with layers of obstacles blocking visitors.

Chen Ping’an asked, “Want to go see it?”

Ning Yao said, “Haven’t we already seen it?”

Inside the Autumn Wind Shrine, strange phenomena occurred frequently, such as divine drums and crows, and the Palace of Eternal Life where beautiful women danced with long sleeves and slender waists, peach blossom fans scattered all over the ground that cultivators couldn’t pick up, a ditch floating with red leaves inscribed with poems, a white jade bridge covered with love locks… This made mountain Daoist couples, secular couples, and lovesick men and women of Vase Island all willing to go there to burn incense and pray for a happy marriage.

Currently, there are several immortal ferry boats specifically going to the Autumn Wind Shrine, which can be said to be a way of making a living.

Chen Ping’an said, “Looking from afar is different from looking up close.”

Ning Yao shook her head and said, “It’s not very interesting.”

When Liu Tui’s Flowing Cloud Boat reached the vicinity of the Great River, it began to split into several routes. Besides Chen Ping’an and Ning Yao who disembarked first, Nie Cui’e, Hua Qinggong, and the other four went to the Autumn Wind Shrine, which was said to have very effective marriage divinations, to join the fun before going directly to Fallen Leaf Mountain. As for the celebration of Chen Jianxian’s appointment as the Grand Preceptor of Da Li, they discussed it and decided not to go to the capital of Da Li, especially since Nie Cui’e had received her master’s order to quickly pay a visit to Ancestor Jing Qing.

She really couldn’t imagine what kind of cultivator, what kind of perfect achievement, could make her master so respectful?

Liu Tui and Qi Tingji also quickly disembarked. They were going to visit the maritime ruins located at the northernmost end of Vase Island, where the Embroidered Tiger had once merged the territories of the two continents.

Liu Tui even casually gifted the Flowing Cloud Boat to Nianxin. He disembarked and traveled by wind with Qi Tingji. Nianxin was not polite and steered the Flowing Cloud Boat, bringing the group of Dragon Elephant Sword Sect sword immortals to the ferry outside the capital of Da Li. After docking, she held a first-class Exemption Certificate and headed to the Grand Preceptor’s mansion in the capital.

During the journey by wind, Qi Tingji smiled, “He’s quite generous.”

He had never introduced Nianxin’s identity to Liu Tui.

Liu Tui had his reasons. He said, “She’s a woman, not a sword cultivator, and she came out of the Ascendant City. Even standing next to Ning Yao, she doesn’t fall behind and is not weak.”

Qi Tingji praised, “You’re a born businessman.”

Liu Tui self-mockingly said, “What’s the use?”

In the capital, after confirming her identity, Nianxin entered the mansion, which was somewhat different from her imagination. Her first impression was that it was a good place to stay on a summer night.

Entering the first courtyard, the paulownia shade was cool. In the second courtyard, there was the sound of pine needles falling on the steps. In the third courtyard, the scent of peach blossoms filled the air. Her eyes, ears, and nose were all blessed.

Besides Rong Yu, who came out to receive her, Nianxin also met Lin Shouyi. Since ancient times, scholars going to the capital for the imperial examination stayed in inns if they were wealthy, and borrowed rooms in temples if they were not. It was rare for someone like Lin Shouyi to borrow a room in the Grand Preceptor’s mansion to study for the exam.

Nianxin also saw Yu Shiwu and the other “confidantes” of the Hidden Official. They were all serving here, handling official duties in different government offices. Xiao Xing was relatively taciturn. Gongsun Lingling also worked as a cook, still using the pseudonym Yu Qing after being expelled from the Cherry Green Robe lineage. In addition, the youthful appearances of Dou Kou and Xianzao gave Nianxin a subtle feeling of discomfort, similar to “fake people,” yet full of vitality.

The ferry boat docked at Cunzhuangzu. Chen Ping’an quickly found Xiao Mo and his disciple Zhao Zhu in an old mountain god temple in the mountains near the ferry port. The temple caretaker was a woman who did not cultivate. She was quite old, over sixty, but still looked like someone in her forties.

At that time, Xie Gou had disembarked from the Night Cruise Boat first. She was rushing to the River of Books to hand over the fifty-something female ghosts to Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi’s Five Islands Sect. Xiao Mo had taken a trip to the Celestial Curtain. Chen Ping’an had also instructed him to find Zhao Zhu, and if he wasn’t near Fallen Leaf Mountain, to bring him to Cunzhuangzu to meet up. Zhao Zhu, the Daoist from Azure Tiger Palace, was one of the very few guest elders with a seat in the Ancestral Hall of Fallen Leaf Mountain. Zhao Zhu’s trip north was for his disciple Gan Xing. As soon as he heard that Mountain Master Chen had a way to resolve the hidden danger, Zhao Zhu immediately set off for Vase Island. He didn’t rush too much, it was more like traveling around with his disciple to broaden his horizons. The last time Chen Ping’an passed through Qingjing Mountain in Tongye Continent, he had already drawn a talisman in Gan Xing’s palm and written the character “敕” (Chì) to suppress the unknown “death qi.” However, this was only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Chen Ping’an returned to his private Daoist site at Fuyao Foothill and started paying serious attention to this matter.

Xiao Mo found Zhao Zhu and his disciple on a cross-continent ferry boat and brought them to Cunzhuangzu to wait for Chen Ping’an and Ning Yao.

Although Xie Gou did not explicitly say it, Chen Ping’an and Xiao Mo both knew that she had clearly defined her path to joining the Dao.

The sword cultivator Bai Jing made a grand vow to pass down thirty-six Daoist lineages in the human world, to continue the legacy of the “ancient times,” to diminish the surplus and replenish the deficiency, and to follow the way of heaven.

In fact, in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Bai Jing asked that shrine two questions: Is there still time? Is it useful?

The old blind man’s words were always unpleasant. He asked two counter-questions: Who decides if there is still time? Isn’t it clear whether it is useful when the result arrives?

Besides Xiao Mo, Zhao Zhu, and Gan Xing, there were two unfamiliar faces. One was a limping old Daoist priest, holding a mountain staff made of ten-thousand-year-old rattan, with a wooden sign on his back, on which was painted a Daoist immortal with a three-strand white beard. Beside him was a short, thin young Daoist boy wrapped in leggings, carrying a Huqin on his back, traveling south and north with his master. In the mountains and rivers, the master sang Daoist songs, and the disciple played the Huqin. The master always said that to be a good Daoist priest, one must have a good voice, only then would there be a chance to save money to build a temple in this life.

The two young Daoists were about the same age, so they had things to talk about. He told Gan Xing, his new friend, that his parents wanted him to be free from illness and disaster, and live a long life. So they found a statue of an immortal lord in a nearby Daoist temple, kowtowed and registered his name, and whenever there was a festival, they would take him there to offer incense.

The old Daoist priest was tall and thin, with fine wrinkles on his forehead when he raised his eyebrows. His hands were so thin they were bony, full of tendons.

Perhaps from carrying the immortal for a long time, he seemed a little hunchbacked.

Chen Ping’an looked at the slightly reserved young Daoist boy carrying the Huqin and always felt a sense of familiarity.

After some small talk, he learned that the old Daoist priest had come here to catch up with a friend.

Qi Tingji and Chen Ji had mentioned several names and sects, including Gao Mian from the Invincible Divine Fist Gang, a total of five sword cultivators who had left the Sword Qi Great Wall and were confirmed to be alive. They were either in seclusion for many years, living as recluses, or roaming the mortal world, traveling all over the world. But they all had one thing in common: they chose to conceal or abandon their sword cultivator identities. According to Qi Tingji’s guess, it was at the request of the Great Sword Immortal.

For his friends and for the martial arts code, Gao Mian had fallen from the Jade Pure realm to the Nascent Soul realm twice. Last time on the Great River battlefield, he even dropped directly to the Golden Core realm, barely managing to keep his Golden Core from completely shattering. First, he was destined to have no hope of ascending realms in this life. Second, he also wanted to make room for younger people. Gao Mian resigned as the gang leader and allowed those little bastards to change the gang’s name.

A mountain sect finally had a name that matched the immortal’s style.

Gao Mian didn’t object to this, but he felt it was a pity, lost among the masses.

Thinking back to that year, Wei Jin of Fengxue Temple, as a mountain sword immortal, preferred to ride a donkey, get drunk, and roam the pugilistic world.

Among the female cultivators of Vase Island, there was also a very famous one, Helian Baozhu of the Invincible Divine Fist Gang. Zheng Dafeng was particularly fond of her. Before, the Mirrored Flowers, Watery Moon on the mountain of Vase Island was even more brilliant than that of Tongye Continent or even Bei Ju Continent. Just at Fallen Leaf Mountain, Chen Lingjun and the others were fond of this. Thinking back then, Chen Ping’an’s first exposure to Mirrored Flowers, Watery Moon was thanks to Chen Lingjun.

However, according to the intelligence reports of Da Li, in addition to being Gao Mian’s direct disciple, Helian Baozhu had a hidden identity. She actually came from the Bamboo Basket Hall, and like Gongsun Lingling, she was from the Cherry Green Robe lineage.

Chen Ping’an then had some guesses that the old Daoist priest was one of the five “private swords.” As expected, the old Daoist priest also guessed Chen Ping’an’s identity. He glanced at him, then at Ning Yao, stroked his beard, and smiled, “That’s good. Meeting Gao Mian is secondary.”

Chen Ping’an finally remembered why he felt a sense of familiarity when he saw that young Daoist boy, because it was related to Liang Shuang, the great celestial master with a foreign surname from Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

The old Daoist priest was indeed uninhibited, admitting his weakness with a single sentence, “To be honest, I and Gao Mian are not worthy of speaking face to face with you. Since we’ve gained an advantage, let’s not be smug and part ways here.”

Chen Ping’an hesitated for a moment and said with his mind, “Daoist Priest, your disciple here might have a past fate related to the Daoist Liang Shuang of Dragon and Tiger Mountain.”

The old Daoist priest was stunned, apparently having heard of the name “Liang Shuang.” He smiled, “If there is indeed fate, we will meet naturally.”

The old Daoist priest took his disciple and drifted down the mountain. The young Daoist boy reluctantly said goodbye to Gan Xing.

Inside the old mountain god temple, Chen Ping’an began to address Gan Xing’s hidden danger. The method was simple: have Xiao Mo, who had already reached the Fourteenth Realm, deliver the sword, forcing the death qi within Gan Xing’s body into a single qi mansion, and then he, Chen Ping’an, would “devour” it with lightning speed! The current Chen Ping’an’s heaven and earth were a chaotic mess, most suitable for refining this substance. The human body is like a temple; when the god is not there, ghosts come. In an instant, the death qi that was entangled with the young Daoist boy Gan Xing’s soul was transferred by Chen Ping’an into his own heaven and earth. Gan Xing actually had no sensation, but since Sword Immortal Chen said it was fine, he bowed and thanked him with his master.

Chen Ping’an accepted the bow and reminded, “Gan Xing, this abandoned mountain god temple has a Daoist affinity with you. When you save some money in the future, remember to renovate it.”

They easily found Gao Mian, who was living in seclusion in the nearby countryside.

Gao Mian was short and unremarkable in appearance. The old man looked more like a bandit who had taken to the hills. Having gotten old, he couldn’t rob anymore, so he found a place to retire and live out his life. On ordinary days, he liked to pick up a feather duster and dust his green robe and long coat, patting away noisily.

Today, seeing Chen Ping’an and Ning Yao, Gao Mian was crouching in the courtyard, holding a handful of peanuts, watching the fluffy little chicks running all over the ground. It was a rare occasion to have visitors. Standing up, Gao Mian’s expression was complex. After a moment of consideration, he said with a smile, “Over in Fuyao Continent, there’s an old friend. Before, we would communicate every dozen years, and later there was that war, and he didn’t leave.”

“I also advised Xun Yuan face-to-face not to sacrifice his life for his possessions, that as long as the green mountains remain, there will be firewood. Old Xun didn’t listen, nothing I could do.”

“Aren’t you going to ask why I left the Sword Qi Great Wall back then and hid here on Vase Island?”

“And aren’t you going to ask why, since I knew your identity, I didn’t acknowledge you, the Hidden Official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, pay my respects, or claim kinship?”

“I came to Vase Island, half a fellow villager. You went to the Sword Qi Great Wall, still half a fellow villager. Haha, we are truly complete fellow villagers.”

Perhaps some lives are like drinking fast wine.

Hearing this, Chen Ping’an finally spoke with a smile, “Just chatting with a senior figure of the pugilistic world who has washed his hands, basking in the sun, talking about idle things, and by the way, telling the senior that the juniors who are still in the pugilistic world are all good people, have achieved a lot, and will get better and better in the future, so he doesn’t need to worry.”

“Young man, can you drink?”

“As someone who made a huge name for himself selling wine in the Sword Qi Great Wall, senior, your question is too much. Are you drunk and not yet sober?”

More and more sword immortals appeared in the capital of Da Li.

Mangzhong (Grain in Ear) Day. At dawn, Chen Ping’an walked out of the Renyunyiyun Building and walked alone in the silent alley.

The capital, the most prominent city in the country, was already empty of people, everyone waiting patiently for his appearance, wanting to witness the appearance of the new Grand Preceptor of the Da Li Dynasty with their own eyes.

The moment he stepped out of the alley, the crowd nearby first held their breath for a moment, then instantly erupted in thunderous applause, the sound continuous, as if the entire capital was shaking, as if the entire Vase Island had awakened.

On both sides of the road, the Da Li military soldiers were lined up in order, their iron armor clanging.

A carriage stopped outside the alley.

A young girl nearby rubbed her eyes. Her two older brothers’ faces were flushed. She was a little confused. Huh? It really is him!

The carriage slowly stopped before turning onto the main 御街 road.

Two groups of sword immortals waited here and walked towards the palace together.

Leading the way was Chen Ping’an.

Ning Yao, Fourteenth Realm. Xiao Mo, Fourteenth Realm. Xie Gou, Ascendant Realm Consummation. Pei Qian. Mi Yu, Immortal Realm. Xing Yun, Liu Shui. Chai Wu. Jiang Shangzhen.

Qi Tingji, Ascendant Realm. Lu Zhi, Ascendant Realm. Shao Yunyan. Gao Shuang, Immortal Realm. Guo Du, Daoist companion Ling Xun. Jin Gao, Zhu Su. Huang Ling, Immortal Realm, with the sword San Ku. Xuan Yang. Mei Kan, disciple Mei Dandang, Daoist title Zhen Ze, Immortal Realm.

Like a brand new Sword Qi Great Wall.

Today, the sword qi of the human world was close.