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姜赦, ever observant, remarked that the Embroidered Tiger relic held considerable power, a shame it bloomed ten thousand years too late.

Having left the borders of Chuzhou, he and his Dao companion leisurely wandered towards the Grand Li secondary capital. Instead of entering the city, they strolled along the banks of the Great River. Jiang She sighed, a smile playing on his lips, “裴钱 truly possesses extraordinary aptitude for martial arts. Clearly, Cui Cheng’s fist teachings from the Bamboo Tower are far from ordinary. Had 陈平安 been her master, spoon-feeding her martial techniques, I doubt 裴钱 would even be a Far Roaming realm cultivator by now.”

Five Words, her face flushed with anger, retorted, “Will you ever stop? Does your conscience belong to the dogs?!”

姜赦 countered, “I merely speak the truth. I haven’t slandered him.”

He pointed out that when 裴钱 struggled with the third stance of the Sword Qi Eighteen Halts, 陈平安 would have undoubtedly been stymied, hesitant to act. 裴钱, however, disregarded the obstacle. Disregarding the norm, she audaciously charted a new path for circulating her sword Qi, and astonishingly, she succeeded.

姜赦 then proposed a leisurely journey to Old Dragon City at the southernmost tip of the continent. He had heard of the “Celestial Birth” custom held there on the ninth day of the new year, with offerings placed on high and low tables, incense burned, and prayers offered to the heavens for blessings. Furthermore, he planned to take a trip to Cinnamon Island, the small courtyard 陈平安 gifted to 裴钱, also known as the “Toad Palace.” As for Lady Cinnamon, she was already an old acquaintance of the couple. In between, they could even pay a visit to the East Sea Dragon Lord’s palace.

Five Words interjected, “Shouldn’t we be doing something more substantial?”

姜赦 replied, “The suppressor of Falling Phoenix Mountain is that fellow with the wooden hairpin. Surely I can’t act against him, can I?”

Five Words frowned, “Stop being ridiculous and answer seriously.”

姜赦 countered, “Forget about 钟倩. Didn’t I offer some guidance to 岑鸳机 in the way of fist techniques? And there’s that lad named 曹荫 in the back hills.”

Five Words scoffed, “What profound karma! Do you think you are the Primogenitor of Military Strategists, you, Jiang?”

姜赦 sighed helplessly, “That boy is a miser. Very well, I shall travel to Snowy Continent and seize the avatar of the Snowflower Coin ancestor from the Liu treasury. Double the fortune! Should I bind that one as well and present them to Falling Phoenix Mountain? The question is, even if I dared to offer them, would he dare to accept?”

Falling Phoenix Mountain had a master of law, Chang Ming, known as Spiritual Spring. And there was 汲清, the handmaiden of the sword cultivator Du Shanyin. They were both beings of similar divine and unusual nature.

The woman seemed to ponder deeply before whispering, “I think it’s feasible.”

姜赦 rubbed his temples, regretting having brought it up.

The woman pressed, “What do you think?”

姜赦 scoffed, “Liu Jubaohas everything he needs, what tales could I possibly spin for him?”

The woman covered her mouth with a laugh, “Finally admitting it, are you?”

The contingent from Lotus Root Blessed Land, journeying for experience, boarded a cross-continental ferry belonging to the Liu clan of Mule Horse River in the Northern Reed Continent at the Fish Scale Crossing. Traversing the boundless, shimmering sea, they finally sighted land, arriving at Old Dragon City, renowned as a den of luxury. They were granted two hours to disembark and explore, and upon presenting the Liu clan name and their ferry token at any establishment, they received a twenty percent discount on all purchases. The ferry company guaranteed that if any Old Dragon City merchant dared to surreptitiously raise prices before the discount, the Liu clan of Mule Horse River would pay tenfold in compensation.

They located a tavern hoisting a banner proclaiming “Rare Delicacies” near the ferry landing. With coin to spare, they fearlessly ordered food and drink. As they sat, they overheard whispers that Fan Junmao, the Divine Lord “Azure Height” of Southern Peak, was soon to host a night revel. They noticed many figures of otherworldly bearing, looking quite despondent, daring not to voice their complaints, save for the occasional muttered grumble that these Divine Lords were sucking the life out of them.

Old Dragon City had specialized ferries and talisman vessels that could directly reach the Southern Peak Crossing, and the journey was free of charge.

To Sun Wan Yan and the others, it felt as though they were knowingly boarding a pirate ship.

When paying the bill, the Rare Delicacies Restaurant, ubiquitous in Treasure Bottle Continent, surprisingly offered a fifty percent discount.

Amused, Sun Wan Yan asked the manager for the reason.

The manager explained that it was a rule set by the owner: all guests from the Northern Reed Continent received a fifty percent discount on food and drink.

Luo Fumei, appearing to be an inexperienced registrar cultivator, innocently asked the manager if the restaurant could still profit with such a discount.

The manager simply smiled, offering no reply.

Luo Fumei immediately understood. The profit margins of this Rare Delicacies Restaurant were shockingly high, with Treasure Bottle Continent customers knowingly getting fleeced.

Previously, they had “escorted” immortals and former royals, who had long resided within Lotus Root Blessed Land, back to their homes in Tung Leaf Continent.

Chief Zhou was right: men and women traveling together could add beauty to the land.

The female cultivator Sun Wanyan, known as Spiritual Talisman, was the first talisman master in the blessed land’s history. She was currently studying two immortal talisman books, one gifted by Sect Leader Cui of the Green Reed Sword Sect, and the other purchased from Zhou Fei on credit.

Many previously perplexing cultivation bottlenecks and Daoist obscurities became clear with a mere glance at the books. Sun Wanyan couldn’t help but lament her long confinement within the blessed land, feeling like a frog at the bottom of a well. If the opportunity arose, she would visit Peach Talisman Mountain in the Central Earth Divine Continent, even knowing that the entry requirements were high and that she would likely be turned away at the gates. She would still stand at the gate to pay her respects before returning home, considering it a worthwhile journey.

The fox spirit Luo Fumei was simply seeking an excuse for excitement. Being confined within the sealed Fox Kingdom in the blessed land had become unbearable. Luo Fumei was currently unaware that she was soon to begin training at the Grand Li Ministry of Punishments and would soon possess the Enshrinement plaque coveted by cultivators across the continent.

The other members of the group were all martial artists: He Qizhou, a female martial arts grandmaster from Songlai Kingdom; Cao Ni, a swordsman skilled in both literary and martial arts, already a Golden Body realm martial artist; Yuan Huang, a wandering knight experiencing a sense of “homesickness before homecoming”; and the nonchalant saber-wielding Wu Jiang.

Yuan Huang traveled to Falling Phoenix Mountain with utmost sincerity, with only one thought in mind: to become a student of the Daoist Chen Jianxian who taught martial arts at Grand Wood Monastery. It would be best if they had a formal master-disciple relationship, but even without it, he wouldn’t dare to ask for more. He only hoped that Chen Jianxian would teach him genuine fist techniques.

As for the other two sword cultivators native to Lotus Root Blessed Land, Mai Qing, a maiden familiar with tales of chivalry, and Ge Shu Longshang, a bearded man who sought poetic inspiration on horseback, should have accompanied them north to Treasure Bottle Continent and joined Falling Phoenix Mountain. However, they were intercepted by a secret letter from Cloud Cliff Kingdom, which led them straight to the Green Reed Sword Sect. The Sect Leader’s letter was emphatic, stating, “Although we are a subsidiary sect of Falling Phoenix Mountain, our Daoist foundations and sect seniority naturally pale in comparison. However, there is one thing we can boast: the sheer number of sword immortals…” Ge Shu Longshang and Mai Qing, as junior sword cultivators who had only recently manifested their life-bound flying swords, were naturally tempted by the letter.

Thus, Xu Jiaoqie was responsible for protecting and escorting them to the Green Reed Sword Sect, a place swarming with sword immortals.

At the Spirit Herb Mountain Immortal Crossing of Southern Peak’s Crown Prince Mountain, the cross-continental ferry made a brief stop. They happened to encounter the Wind Kite ferry, which was returning north. They returned their tokens, since it was, after all, a “home” cross-continental ferry. The steward of the Mule Horse River Liu clan’s ferry, upon hearing that they were transferring to the Wind Kite ferry, returned half of their ferry fare. Sun Wanyan found this amusing. The steward merely smiled and said, “Business is about more than just profits. It’s about making things easy for people.”

Northern Reed Continent, what a wonderful place! No wonder Treasure Bottle Continent cultivators could not bear to hear the words “Tung Leaf Continent,” yet they always smiled when “Northern Reed Continent” was mentioned. It was said that relations between the two continents were harmonious, like a marriage between two villages below the mountains, where reciprocal exchanges were essential.

In truth, Sun Wanyan and her group were not lacking in funds. They were quite well off.

Zhou Fei, who claimed to have an irreconcilable feud with Zhou Fei of Spring Tide Palace, had left them a bag of immortal coins upon their departure.

He said it was for travel expenses, and that they shouldn’t have to compromise because of money. He, Zhou Fei, happened to have a bit of a fortune and enjoyed befriending eccentric talents and heroes. He couldn’t stand to see heroes impoverished by a single coin.

The bag of immortal coins was called Grain Rain Coins.

Previously, Wu Jiang had refused to believe that a so-called Grain Rain Coin could be exchanged for so much gold and silver.

However, at the Fish Scale Crossing Immortal Inn, he exchanged a Grain Rain Coin for ten Minor Heat Coins, which were then converted into five bags of one hundred Snowflower Coins. Moreover, immortal coins were currently worth more on the mountain. For instance, a Snowflower Coin in pristine condition could easily be exchanged for one thousand taels of silver, and it was said there was even a premium of ten or twenty taels.

Wu Jiang, who had never been so affluent in his life, stared wide-eyed, filled with regret. He shouldn’t have cursed Zhou Fei all the way here. What did it matter if he peeked at Sun Wanyan? Neither of them was married or in a relationship, so why did he interfere and try to separate a loving couple? The next time they met, he would address him warmly as “Brother Zhou” and would recognize him as his ancestor.

Once safely aboard the Wind Kite ferry, Wu Jiang approached Sun Wanyan and began to make amends, “Sister Spiritual Talisman, I think Zhou Fei is actually a pretty good person. He may be flirtatious, but he has a righteous heart. You are both cultivators who practice immortal arts on the mountain, so you should disregard words and appearances and look at the purity of his Daoist heart.”

Sun Wanyan sneered, “You probably just think Zhou Fei has a lot of money, don’t you?”

What irreconcilable feud with Zhou Fei of Spring Tide Palace? Using the alias Zhou Fei to travel the world, trying to lure prey, wanting to skin him, eat his flesh, and drink his blood… did he take them for fools? He might fool Wu Jiang and Mai Qing, who were greedy and ignorant, but he wouldn’t fool her.

Wu Jiang couldn’t deny that he liked money, so he simply said, “Sister Spiritual Talisman, rumors are always a mix of truth and falsehood. Take me, for example. I’m labeled as a member of the Demonic Sect, yet I often act chivalrously and never bully the good. In recent years, I’ve broken the legs of so many flower-picking thieves that I can’t count them all, and half of them were high-ranking disciples from righteous sects. And what was the result? They crawled back to their sects and complained to their masters and elders, who then began to smear my name, claiming that I was the one scaling walls and harming innocent women, which led to my being wanted by the authorities.”

He was secretly pondering whether Zhou Fei, a wealthy man with many enemies, needed a few bodyguards or security guards to protect him.

Sun Wanyan nodded, Wu Jiang’s words weren’t entirely untrue.

He Qizhou suddenly spoke, “Will you be returning after you reach Falling Phoenix Mountain?”

Cao Ni laughed, “I’m definitely returning home. But before that, I want to spar with 钟倩, who is said to be training day and night to break through. I want to see if the gap between me and the best martial artist in my homeland has narrowed or widened.”

Zhou Fei said that 钟倩 wanted to take his martial arts to the next level on the mountain and become the first grandmaster of the blessed land to reach the Far Roaming realm so that he could return home in glory. He had become obsessed with training, ignoring everything else. No matter how others tried to persuade him, they couldn’t stop him.

Yuan Huang said, “I might learn from Grandmaster Zhong and stay on the mountain to practice martial arts.”

Wu Jiang tapped his saber hilt, full of spirit, “A hero of the Jianghu has the four seas as his home.”

Luo Fumei was the most carefree of them all. The Fox Kingdom had belonged to the Xu clan of Clear Wind City in its early years and was a treasure trove of wealth. But it had later moved to Lotus Root Blessed Land and was now a quiet place. Her plan was simple: first, become the Law-enforcing Ancestor of the Fox Kingdom, then catch the eye of that Chen Jianxian and seek another path. It would be best to work for Falling Phoenix Mountain, but working for the Green Reed Sword Sect would be a good second option.

The sea of clouds resembled cotton candy, and the mountains below were as small as anthills. The roads wound like silken threads.

A wide river divided Treasure Bottle Continent into north and south.

The massive ferry occasionally pierced through thick, dark clouds, where lightning flashed as if the gods were raging, demanding that the ferry change course. When the ferry suddenly emerged from the sea of clouds, it revealed the endless clouds that were dyed with layers of golden edges, while below them was also a sea of clouds that was snowy white. It was as if the boat passengers were walking along the side of a garden, with the occasional spot of green that broke through the whiteness, showing mountain peaks that rose above the cloud sea. All such sights were too beautiful to describe.

Finally, they arrived.

The legendary Falling Phoenix Mountain.

It was said that Wei Xian, the founding emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom, who had historically sent people everywhere in search of immortals, and Sui Youbian, who ascended into the skies, were both written down in the records here.

The Wind Kite ferry docked at Bull Horn Crossing. They all disembarked. Waiting to greet them and lead them up the mountain were a man named Zheng Dafeng and a fair-skinned man with the strange name of Wen Zixi.

They claimed to be fist-teaching masters from Oriole Peak on Leaping Fish Mountain, one official and one a probationary.

Wen Zixi, with a sword talisman hanging from his waist, pulled a folded talisman from his sleeve and tossed it into the air, where it transformed into an immortal talisman boat with glowing runes on its hull and a rising blue mist beneath it. The talisman boat, with the mist swirling around it, gently rested upon the ground, and the entire group boarded it. As though Wen Zixi, the helmsman, flicked his sleeves, the talisman boat, like a piece of white jade, rose into the sky, dragging a stream of light in its wake.

The talisman boat skirted past Ashy Mountain, passed through a sea of clouds between Falling Phoenix Mountain and Celestial Capital Peak, and slowly landed on the path at the mountain gate.

Wen Zixi announced their arrival, and as the group rose to their feet, their boots passed through the bottom of the boat and lightly touched the ground. The blue mist vanished instantly, and Wen Zixi made a series of hand gestures, causing the talisman boat to revert to a folded piece of paper, flashing and returning into his sleeve.

Previously, before coming here to teach martial arts, Wen Zixi had enjoyed tasks like sticking the words “money” or “immortal” on his forehead.

But those feelings had now faded. He no longer felt the pull of beauty or wealth.

This sort of theatrical display felt utterly tiresome. Had Zheng Dafeng not dragged him along to Bull Horn Crossing to receive guests, since the sword talismans were not enough and they had to borrow them, or they would have to walk to the mountain gate, Wen Zixi thought that he was still in the role as “probationary” which required him to serve a small purpose so he can continue to teach fist techniques and attend lessons at Yingyu Peak.

When they arrived at the Oriole Peak martial arts grounds, they learned that there were only eight young boys and girls learning fist techniques, but there were many masters. Zheng Dafeng was the head master, Cen Yuanji was the second master, Wen Zixi was a probationary instructor, and then there was Mountain Master Chen and Pei Qian, the old cook, Zhong Qian, and the white-haired child who served as the compiler of the registry for Falling Phoenix Mountain.

Were there more masters than students?

Wen Zixi knew that Zheng Dafeng was exaggerating, but he didn’t want to expose him on the spot.

Yuan Huang and the others also saw their fellow villager, Zhong Qian, who stood proudly and walked into the martial arts grounds. Was this the best martial artist in their homeland? He was said to be a martial arts fanatic who trained almost all twenty hours of the day!

Wu Jiang squatted on the edge of the martial arts grounds and muttered, “Are martial arts geniuses so worthless?”

During their journey, they had seen countless ferries flying through the clouds, bizarre immortal crossings, and numerous divine figures. They had become accustomed to it all. They had hardly seen any top martial artists or grandmasters from the Tung Leaf Continent. But as soon as they arrived at Leaping Fish Mountain, they found a whole nest of them. The young boys and girls were all geniuses, with fist intent and condensed Qi.

Sun Wanyan and Luo Fumei went to Flower Shadow Peak, where the former stood outside the window, listening to a Daoist expounding on the art of talismans.

Later, losing interest, she wandered off on her own, meeting a beautiful woman with the Daoist name of Mei Zheng, who was living in a thatched hut by a stream.

Luo Fumei had no stage fright, so she struck up a casual conversation. The two beautiful figures walked together as the birds sang around them.

Zhou Hu seemed to ask a casual question, “What is meant by ‘mending the cracks, five for heaven, five for man’?”

Luo Fumei was stunned. Why was a Daoist asking me such a huge question? He should be asking Hidden Lord Chen!

Having barely retained his position as chief, Jiang Shangzhen said that he was going to the True Realm Sect to relax.

Zhu Lian asked him to check on the recent developments in Zeng Ye, to which Jiang Shangzhen agreed without hesitation.

When he reached Bull Horn Crossing, Jiang Shangzhen found a pile of white snow squatting near a wooden sign on the side of the road.

Cui Dongshan stood up, turned his head, and said, “I’ll accompany you on a trip to Book Brief Lake. The journey is long and mountainous, so you won’t be lonely.”

Jiang Shangzhen asked with a smile, “Sect Leader Cui, I’m going to the True Realm Sect to flaunt my wealth. What are you doing?”

Cui Dongshan threw up his sleeves and complained, “You’ve become distant. Why are you calling me Sect Leader Cui?”

Jiang Shangzhen, who almost became the deputy mountain master, chuckled.

Cui Dongshan knew that he had not acted properly in this matter, so he immediately changed the subject. “After much thought and deliberation, I finally came up with a guess. I think Jiang She wasn’t telling the truth, or he was mistaken. You might actually be related to a wisp of soul from the Second Ancestor of Military Strategists. She must have used some clever trickery to conceal it, like splitting a soul in half, with Jiang Shangzhen of Cloud Cave Blessed Land taking one half, and ‘Zhu Lu’ of Fortune Street in Lixia Cave Heaven taking the other half. Wouldn’t that deceive the heavens?”

Jiang Shangzhen was dumbfounded. Cui Dongshan, you’re just making this up, aren’t you?

“I’m not lying to you! Think about her previous life. She was amazing! She fought with Gao Gu at the mountain summit and directly created the Zhuolu Ruins! That’s why she came here. Bai Yujing gave her an opportunity to atone for her sins. She was supposed to protect someone on their journey. As for her previous life, she probably had her own plans, like seeing if she had a chance to connect with ‘you’ from the Haoran world, especially you. Since her plan failed, Bai Yujing had no choice but to call her back. Now, that Zhu Lu is about to ‘return’ to the Wood Palace? Does that sound reasonable?”

Jiang Shangzhen’s expression became serious.

“Let’s go back to you. First, you met my master at Lotus Root Blessed Land in the Guandao Temple. After leaving the blessed land, you quickly met that fool named Zuo at sea. Then, you quickly became familiar with my master. How did you meet Lu Fang, one of the seven souls, and become best friends? Purely by chance? And in the Northern Reed Continent, you, a golden core cultivator from another country, became so successful. Count how many times you narrowly escaped death. One time is your own ability, two times is luck, three times is ancestral blessing, four times is tough luck, five times, six times? Isn’t this ‘the will of heaven’? Isn’t it obvious that someone is protecting you? Ten thousand years ago, she chose to assist Jiang She and become the second-in-command of the military strategists. Ten thousand years later, in Falling Phoenix Mountain, you became the chief offering so early in your life? Do you remember what I asked you when we reunited in Tung Leaf Continent? Is Jiang Shangzhen still Jiang Shangzhen?! If I’m not mistaken, has my master asked you something similar?”

Jiang Shangzhen was increasingly frightened. He didn’t dare to complain about not becoming the deputy mountain master. He looked terrified and anxiously said, “Brother Cui, don’t scare me! If we keep talking like this, I might be one too! We’re all brothers, so give me an accurate answer!”

Cui Dongshan sneered, “So, now you’re not calling me Sect Leader Cui?”

Jiang Shangzhen sighed in relief.

Unexpectedly, Cui Dongshan pointed to his head, “This is where we control ourselves, relying entirely on the concept that ‘memory is reality’, so everything is conceivable.”

Cui Dongshan then pointed to his chest, “But this, who knows? As the old saying goes, ‘a ghost makes one do things’; doubt leads to disbelief, but lack of belief leads to belief?”

Jiang Shangzhen’s heart was in his throat.

Cui Dongshan said with a serious expression, “Why do you think I tricked you into going to the Green Reed Sword Sect? Besides the fact that I’m an expert in the soul, anyone who dares to mess with me must consider whether their Daoist cultivation is high enough, and also…”

Jiang Shangzhen cautiously asked, “And also what?”

Cui Dongshan put on a stern face and strangled his throat, saying, “And also what Chief Zhou said himself, ‘If you hurt my heart, I’ll hurt your great Dao!'”

Jiang Shangzhen couldn’t help but laugh. That was indeed a joke he had made with the Daoist Liu Xun at “Water Well Mouth” in Tung Leaf Continent.

Cui Dongshan said seriously, “I’m not trying to scare you. There’s a chance, even if it’s only one in ten thousand. But don’t worry. Even if it’s ten thousand, as long as I’m here, Jiang Shangzhen, the chief offering of Falling Phoenix Mountain, will at least be free in all future choices.”

Jiang Shangzhen smiled, “What I heard before, I doubted and didn’t take it seriously. But the last sentence, I truly believe.”

Cui Dongshan raised his hand, and Jiang Shangzhen lightly clapped it.

Cui Dongshan suddenly put his hand in front of his mouth, “Actually, I was lying to you. I was the only one suffering in Tung Leaf Continent, and I felt bad…”

Jiang Shangzhen reached out and grabbed his neck, dragging him towards the ferry.

Besides showing his face to the Five Islands Sect and supporting Zeng Ye, Jiang Shangzhen also wanted to give Zhou Caizhen, who was like his own daughter, a magical treasure. Every time he visited her in the True Realm Sect, he would bring a gift, which had become a habit.

There was also Guo Chunxi, whom he had encouraged to “seek immortality” on the mountain. He was once the head disciple of Xu Yuanxia in Xianyou County, but had inexplicably ascended the mountain and become a cultivator with a not low position in the True Realm Sect.

Li Fuqu, the sect’s law enforcer, always valued this disciple, even though his breakthrough was as slow as a tortoise.

As the law enforcer who had risen from the second position, she had a major advantage over Sect Master Liu Lao and Chief Offering Liu Zhimao. She was from the Yu Gui Sect, the upper sect. She was one of the first elders of the ancestral hall when the True Realm Sect was first established on Book Brief Lake. Afterwards, she assisted Jiang Shangzhen, Wei Ying, and Liu Lao in the sect leader position. Whether it was her contributions, qualifications, or her current Jade Purity cultivation, there would not be any gossiping if she were promoted to the upper sect.

In addition, Li Fuqu was also a guest elder of Falling Phoenix Mountain.

At first, she hesitated, wanting to avoid suspicion, but in the end, she feared the unpredictable Old Sect Master Jiang. After all, the local official was more important than the upper sect. It was better to be held accountable by the upper sect than to have Jiang Shangzhen create trouble for her in the True Realm Sect.

Many difficult situations in the world often turned into pleasant surprises.

The group of female cultivators from Crab Fish Peak, Liu Chongrun’s personal disciples, including Liu Xia, Guan Qing, and Bai Que, as well as more than ten younger registrar female cultivators, were also going to Book Brief Lake by ferry. In recent years, Bai Que and the others had hinted to their master Liu Chongrun that they wanted to visit Crab Fish Peak. Liu Chongrun finally allowed them to “air out” for once, but he repeatedly instructed them not to be ostentatious on the way. When they arrived at Book Brief Lake, they should not make a fuss and be sure to go quietly and return quietly. If they encountered bad people, and were forced to, they should say that they were familiar with Jiang Shangzhen. If that didn’t work and they met people who were fearless, they should directly say that they were students of Chen Pingan.

As it happened, they were traveling on the same ferry as Chief Zhou.

Jiang Shangzhen greeted the pretty girls warmly and arranged to have a good meal at the Rare Delicacies Restaurant on the upper deck of the ferry later.

In the Sky-Class room, standing on the observation deck, Jiang Shangzhen asked, “Are you preparing to change the Mountain Lord’s identity and make another trip to Book Brief Lake?”

Cui Dongshan leaned on the railing and said, “Perhaps we should all make another trip to Book Brief Lake, perhaps.”

Perhaps using a “delaying” tactic could lead to a resolution.

Perhaps using a “waiting” tactic could allow the matter to pass.

A visitor came to Sulin Island, in Book Brief Lake, who no one would ever have expected. His writ was named Yellow Flower God, without a Daoist name, and claimed to be a guest offering from Fuling Sect.

In fact, he was once a famous Jade Purity realm wild cultivator in Fuling Continent, known for being rebellious and skilled in ambushes. Now, he had to treat Gu Can as his master in private, as agreed.

Whether it was his cultivation realm or sect identity, Tian Hujun, who had not yet reached the Nascent Soul realm, did not dare to neglect him.

The last time Gu Can returned to Book Brief Lake, he promised her that he would take care of the Five Islands Sect for him, which was essentially Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi.

Gu Can told her to do one or two things that would help in times of need, but not to do anything extra, and that someone would remind Zeng Ye, so she didn’t need to add superfluous things.

Tian Hujun admitted that she had never understood Gu Can in her life.

For example, why did he have to fight Cao Ci, who had already reached the Divine Dao realm, causing himself to be seriously injured?

Just by looking at the Yellow Flower God’s appearance and demeanor, it was as if he had walked right out of a fantastical book. He wore a jade crown, had bright eyes, wore a Daoist robe, grass shoes, and held a horsetail whisk in his hand, exuding a solemn aura.

“The Sect Leader knows that with your aptitude and insight, and with Liu Zhimao’s unwillingness to impart his knowledge to you, you will not be able to reach the Nascent Soul realm within thirty to fifty years. He is worried that your realm is too low and will disrupt the agreement between the two parties, which is why I have come to Sulin Island.”

The Yellow Flower God took a secret manual from his sleeve and gently tossed it to Tian Hujun, who was sitting on the futon across from him. “I am just an idle person in Fuling Sect. The Sect Leader asked me to come to Sulin Island and give you this opportunity. Keep the book safe and study it carefully. If you have any questions, come and ask me. One question costs one golden copper coin. It will save you from bothering me when I need to be quiet. Paying for answers is my own idea. If you are dissatisfied or resentful, or if you are worried about your cultivation, you can write to the Sect Leader and complain. As for what happens, we will each bear the consequences.”

Tian Hujun’s scalp was tingling as she caught the secret manual with both hands. She quickly glanced at the golden words on the cover. When she saw the title, a change occurred. Her mind was as if was held in the gold words, and uncontrollably drifted toward it. Tian Hujun was so frightened that she quickly circulated her power and tried to steady her Daoist heart. It took her a long time to move her gaze away from the golden words.

The Yellow Flower God’s expression showed ridicule. This woman’s Daoist heart was like rotten wood and could not be carved.

How did Gu Can end up with such a mediocre “senior sister”?

Tian Hujun had to deliberately ignore his mocking gaze and tentatively asked, “May I ask if I can exchange it for Grain Rain Coins?”

The golden copper coins were now very rare and expensive. Tian Hujun wasn’t sure if she could get even a few of them.

“Of course not.”

The Yellow Flower God held out his hand, and when she looked puzzled, he withdrew his hand and had to patiently explain, “Daoist Tian already owes me one golden copper coin.”

Tian Hujun was stunned.

The Yellow Flower God seemed to be talking to himself, “I really don’t understand why such a small Book Brief Lake can make people so sad.”

Besides the Sect Leader Gu Can, there was also Law Enforcer Ancestor Zhong Su, but because they did not want to cause trouble, they changed the name into a taboo or were more careful.

Tian Hujun’s expression changed slightly, but she did not dare to say anything more.

—

At Crow Mountain, Lin Jiangxian and Su Dian told some stories.

Zhu someone twisted his wrist, flipped out a jug of wine, and drank it by himself, tasting the stories with the wine.

Back then, the altar master Yan of the Sword Qi Great Wall secretly left the Sword Qi Great Wall and went to Upside Down Mountain, staying at the newly opened Stork Pavilion Inn. Yan had a drink with the young boss, who was disguised as Bai Luo. Everyone from the inn, from the boss to the employees, were the most powerful cultivators in the Year-End Palace. Their “official” goal was to find the outer demon who was hiding everywhere. The only clue was the narrow saber, Zhan Kan.

Afterwards, Yan had a fight at sea with Zhang Tiaoxia, who was then known as the best martial artist in Haoran. He went to Tung Leaf Continent, recorded his experiences along the way, and wrote a rough but freehand landscape travelogue. Finally, he went north to Treasure Bottle Continent, entered Lixia Cave Heaven, found the Qing Tong Heavenly Lord in the Yang family’s pharmacy, and became his disciple. His already perfect martial arts realm was further improved. When he reached the Azure Darkness World, he transformed into the Crow Mountain “Teacher Lin” of the Scarlet Gold Dynasty.

He was disliked by the martial artist Xin Ku of Leap Month Peak. This was a natural rejection of outsiders by the local gods.

Later, Lu Tai had a similar experience, but Lin Jiangxian’s realm was even higher. Although Xin Ku felt that this number one martial artist in the world was perfect in his words, actions, demeanor, and self-cultivation, he still hated him deep down. The root cause was that he “knew” that Lin Jiangxian, no matter how he concealed his aura or strength, was still too strong. Intuition told Xin Ku that Lin Jiangxian would have a huge impact on the Azure Darkness World.

It was not advisable to confront the ancestral home of the military strategists in the Haoran World, so they looked for another way out in the Azure Darkness World.

And so Crow Mountain in Ruzhou was born, as was “Teacher Lin”, who took in four personal disciples, Zhao Hechong, Qi Huajian, Zong Xuexuan, and Song Yue, two who are in the Supreme realm, and two who are on Mountain top.

It was fine if he was the best in the world, but his disciples are taught well too, with whom could others discuss how reasonable that was?

Lin Jiangxian said, “Martial arts and magical powers are actually from the same source but different streams. The later generations present a situation of not interfering with each other, but that is just the surface. The human body is most suitable for cultivation. Otherwise, it would not be a good thing for spirits to painstakingly transform into humans, and it is just that the human face is the most beautiful. The reason why the spiritual energy of the cultivators and the true Qi of the martial artists are incompatible is the result of thousands of years of evolution.”

Su Dian nodded, thinking of Cloud Grass Hall in Tung Leaf Continent, where all the fist stances came from diagrams. In history, there have been many “two golds”, both Golden Core Earth Immortals and Golden Body realm martial artists. But their achievements will not be too high.

Zhu said with a smile, “So martial artists can also draw talismans with pure Qi.”

Su Dian nodded, “I heard Brother Zheng say this. Mountain Lord Chen is good at this.”

Zhu someone pointed his chin at the Lin master, “He is even better, I guess.”

Lin Jiangxian said with a smile, “If you want the two rivers to converge, it will be like ‘harmonizing the dragons’. You need to reach the eleventh realm within two or three hundred years.”

Zhu someone rolled his eyes, something he didn’t even dare to think about. He estimated that even if he dared to think about it, he would be discouraged. How could he link two or three hundred years with the eleventh realm of martial arts? Did he have to tell himself that no one has been able to do it for thousands of years, but he can? The gamble was too big.

Of course, now it seems that it is not certain. At least the Lin master in front of him can be considered an exception. As for how many more there are, he believed that the truth will be known soon. Supreme realm martial artists are not like enlightened people who can hide themselves. Perhaps there are new fourteenth realm cultivators who can hide until they are old, but eleventh realm martial artists will never hide.

Lin Jiangxian said, “The reason why sword cultivators are so difficult to deal with is not only because of their style, but also because they are always powerful enough. The reason is very simple. The innate ability of the flying sword is the most direct gift from heaven. The magical powers of this world, when used by cultivators, are ultimately not as seamless as those of the gods. As for the ground techniques of ten thousand years ago, they almost all need to be improved by the Daoists, but not the sword Dao. The sword holder is one of the five most important figures of the ancient heavenly court, the Thunder Department, which is still only one of the twelve high positions. For