Chen Ping’an stored away his four natal treasures and asked, “What is your true name?”

Wu Die was, of course, a name this otherworldly demon had fabricated. Even You Yu and Du Shanyin didn’t believe it.

The white-haired boy was silent for a moment, then said, “Frostfall.”

Chen Ping’an casually inquired, “Surname?”

The reason for this question was still due to the imprisoned demons in the dungeon. For example, the five great demons of the Upper Five Realms went by the aliases Cloud Dew, Clear Autumn, Dream Granny, Bamboo Node, and Hou Changjun. Apart from the last one, a celestial-realm demon of exceptional talent who had a surname, the others, even their aliases, lacked surnames. As for their true names, they would not reveal them easily.

The demons of the Middle Five Realms were the same. Regardless of their aliases, unless they perished and Nian Xin used the Seamstress’s methods, their true names could only be learned from their golden cores and nascent souls that she had stripped away.

In the vast world, pure martial artists valued finding a master as much as being reborn. Therefore, demons had always regarded their true names as a matter of utmost importance, akin to life and death.

The White Ze compiled the “Mountain Search Scroll,” revealing the true names and origins of great demons. He then handed it over to the Sage of Rites, and together they forged great tripods on the peaks of mountains. This was one of the key reasons for the demons’ retreat back then.

Once the Wild Lands broke through the Great Wall of Sword Qi and invaded the vast world, every natal character mastered by the Confucian saints would become a checkpoint for the demons.

The sword immortal seeds from Jia Shen Account, Bamboo Case, Rain Four, Shoal, and Flow White, all lacked surnames. They were waiting for Mount Tuoyue to bestow them, and their names were also relatively rare and obscure, all to avoid the Confucian saints’ natal characters as much as possible.

The white-haired boy shook his head and laughed, “I was born a lowly vagrant in the Blazing Continent, so my surname follows that of a wealthy family. It’s not worth mentioning. I actually had an original name, Little Grass. Later, when life became more stable, I became a book boy for a young master from a wealthy family. A tutor then helped me choose the name ‘Frostfall,’ a name of chilling severity and condensing yin. It wasn’t a good name at all. But back then, I didn’t understand anything and was very happy, thinking it was associated with books.”

The white-haired boy floated in the air, leaned back, and crossed his legs. “The old tutor was also half of my mentor. He was a cave realm cultivator, considered a remarkable immortal elder in that remote vassal state. In his younger years, he knew some crude arts of supporting dragons, helping people with their schemes, but he was unlucky and didn’t succeed. Later, disheartened, he taught and worked as a tutor, occasionally selling essays to earn some pocket money. Once, he went on a long journey, telling me he was going to travel the mountains and rivers, but he never returned. Many years later, I learned that the old tutor had gone to a licentious shrine to help an official friend seek justice, but he didn’t get justice and lost his life there, his soul lit as a water lamp. In a fit of anger, I risked half my life to smash the river god’s temple and golden statue. Still not appeased, I chewed the golden statue fragments and swallowed them. However, in that battle, the waters flooded hundreds of miles, affecting the capital city, and I was hunted down by the government, in a very sorry state.”

The otherworldly demon, whose name was Frostfall, laughed, “Little Grass did not cherish himself, and has already forged Mount Misfortune.”

Chen Ping’an had never heard of a soaring-realm cultivator named “Frostfall” in the history of the Blazing Continent.

Regarding all Upper Five Realms cultivators, including Jade Purity, Celestial, and Soaring Realms, Chen Ping’an didn’t know much beyond the Treasure Bottle Continent, the Wutong Leaf Continent, and the Northern Ju Continent. He wouldn’t dare say he had heard of them all. But speaking only of the soaring-realm cultivators in the vast world, Chen Ping’an had specifically studied them after becoming the Hidden Official. Moreover, the secret archives of the Summer Retreat Palace were piled up like mountains, making it easy to follow the clues, so there shouldn’t be many omissions.

The white-haired boy did a carp leap, laughing heartily, “This is a new story I just made up. Hidden Official Ancestor, just take it as a tale.”

Chen Ping’an said, “I’m not sure if the story is true, but I can be sure that you are mostly from the Azure Heavens.”

The white-haired boy made an “oh” sound, suddenly realizing, “I know where I slipped up. I shouldn’t have said I was hunted down by the government. Except for the Azure Heavens, where officials must have credentials, the imperial court and government of the vast world don’t have the guts or the ability to do that.”

That world was very different from the vast world, where hundreds of schools of thought contended. The Taoist sect was dominant, and most of the court officials were Taoists.

Therefore, there would never be a scene of officials praying for rain. The local officials of the Azure Heavens could use spells to summon wind and rain themselves, praying for blessings and dispelling disasters. The mountain and water spirits there had low status. Although they were not reduced to menial laborers, they were vastly different from the infinitely glamorous river gods and mountain lords of the vast world.

Chen Ping’an said, “I was fortunate enough to travel with Taoist Sun of the Great Mystery Capital in the Northern Ju Continent, and I gained a lot. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely pay a visit to express my gratitude.”

Taoist Sun, as the leader of the world’s Taoist sword immortal lineage, was extremely skilled in both Taoism and swordsmanship. However, Chen Ping’an most admired the old immortal’s means of acting like a deity.

His skills were perfect and divine.

Compared to Taoist Sun, he was still hundreds of thousands of miles away.

The white-haired boy nodded, “I guessed it. The middle-aged Taoist in the wooden house is Taoist Sun’s junior brother. The wooden idol is made from the ancestral peach wood of the Great Mystery Capital. The mountain roots of the Five-Colored Mountains, with the Taoist meaning contained within, are also the foundation of the Great Mystery Capital’s sword immortal lineage. My eyes aren’t blind, I can see it. So Bamboo Node said you have good fortune, and that is both wrong and right.”

Wanting to visit the Great Mystery Capital in another world meant that Chen Ping’an had to reach the soaring realm.

Chen Ping’an asked a crucial question, “Have you ever heard of refining the Three Mountains Technique?”

The white-haired boy’s expression was strange, “I’ve heard of it, but I’ve only heard of it.”

Chen Ping’an asked again, “Then can I use this to refine that divine heart? Was this divine corpse once a subordinate official of the ancient fire god?”

The white-haired boy smiled and said, “Whether you can refine it, I don’t know. As for the divine body, where does the five-elemental attribute come from? It encompasses everything. You supplement what’s lacking. This cage is a refined object. Only that molten pool has never been touched by the Great Wall of Sword Qi and remains immortal after ten thousand years. I’m not afraid that you can’t refine it, but I’m afraid that after you refine it, your body and soul won’t be able to withstand it. Two major tasks, piecing together the five elements, sewing true names, all will be in vain. If you don’t believe me, ask Nian Xin.”

Nian Xin stood on the steps and said decisively, “Unless I give up the Golden Register and Jade Edict, and use all the words to build the four walls of the heart chamber.”

Both immortal treasures were of semi-immortal weapon grade, and were also the foundation of Nian Xin’s great path, so the price was considerable.

Chen Ping’an asked, “Conditions?”
Twisting Heart chided, “You’ve stubbornly insisted on only sewing the upper body. Please abandon this senseless obsession.”

Chen Pingan replied, “I refuse.”

The White-Haired Child gloated, having awaited this spectacle for an age. Finally, the curtain rises.

Twisting Heart, exasperated, said, “Chen Pingan! Of the thirty-two sewing points, limiting it to the limbs and upper body will inevitably cause imbalance. Do you think it looks right? As a seamstress, do you think I care about propriety between men and women? You are Hidden Officer of the Sword Qi Great Wall, a cultivator striving to reach the pinnacle! Are you still concerned about such outdated notions of gender separation?”

Chen Pingan nodded. “I am concerned. In Senior Twisting Heart’s eyes, I’m merely an object to be skinned, tendon-stripped, bone-carved, and sewn. But in my eyes, Senior Twisting Heart is, after all, still a woman.”

Twisting Heart’s face turned ashen with rage. “Chen Pingan, you are utterly unreasonable!”

The White-Haired Child rolled on the ground, clutching his stomach with laughter, desperately suppressing his mirth.

Hilarious, hilarious, cathartic, cathartic!

Chen Pingan clasped his fist in apology. “I implore Senior Twisting Heart to understand.”

Twisting Heart vanished in a flash.

Chen Pingan wasn’t too worried that Twisting Heart would abandon the task entirely, leaving the sewing unfinished.

However, it was highly likely that the subsequent sewing would involve more unnecessary hardship on his part.

Once Twisting Heart departed, the White-Haired Child immediately sat up straight.

Chen Pingan smiled. “Senior Frost Descent, why aren’t you continuing your merriment?”

The White-Haired Child lightly thumped his chest with his fist. “My heart aches, witnessing Hidden Officer Ancestor being misunderstood by Twisting Heart. It’s like a knife to the gut.”

You call your senior “senior,” I call mine “ancestor.” We’re good buddies.

Chen Pingan asked, “If it’s refined, will it affect the prison?”

The White-Haired Child nodded. “Of course. The prison will lose half of its suppression formations. But it’s not a big deal. Even if they’re all gone, there’s still Old Deaf and Executioner in the distance. Even if those demons run amok, there won’t be any trouble.”

Except for the great demons like Cloud Plume, the prison only held five Nascent Soul sword cultivators among the Fifth Tier demons. Without exception, they were battle-hardened and quite troublesome.

Chen Pingan said, “Cloud Plume will most likely break the restraints, choosing to leave the prison. Even for a brief moment of freedom, she’d want to see the ancient battlefield ruins. Dream Granny would also prefer to die by Executioner’s sword rather than be killed by an insignificant figure like me.”

The White-Haired Child rubbed his chin. “That’s true. What to do, then?”

Chen Pingan looked at him. Didn’t you say you found a good ancestor?

The White-Haired Child sighed. “I’ll help Hidden Officer Ancestor watch the prison gates then.”

Chen Pingan said, “Senior Riding the Wind, please give my regards to Sword Immortal Supreme. I need to refine something.”

Old Deaf’s voice echoed in his heart-mind. “Do you need some rare materials?”

Chen Pingan shook his head. “No need.”

Besides the Five-Colored Gold Casket Stove, Chen Pingan also had the “guidance” opportunity given by Fire Dragon True Man. After reaching the Far Roaming Realm, it became more obvious. He only needed Twisting Heart to help extract it, plus the Three Mountains Immortal Art. That was enough.

The White-Haired Child looked somewhat dejected. “Are you really not planning to advance from the Third Tier directly to Jade Purity?”

Once Chen Pingan succeeded in refining, it was highly likely he’d leap over a major hurdle, reaching the Cave Realm.

Chen Pingan ignored him.

The White-Haired Child said solemnly, “Then I’ll take a step back. I’ll give up my little schemes, no longer planning to usurp your body. I only ask for a place to stay, a way to leave the prison alive, hoping to one day return to Azure Abyss. The other conditions remain the same. I’ll treat it as paying for my life.”

Chen Pingan still shook his head.

The White-Haired Child slowly rose, changing his appearance into a Daoist holding a whisk, with a sheathed saber at his waist. The style of the Daoist robe belonged neither to the three lineages of Jade Capital, nor the Sword Immortal lineage of Grand Profound Capital Temple. It was a purple Dharma robe Chen Pingan had never seen or heard of before. It was a double-breasted robe with sleeves that followed the body’s contours. With golden and silver threads, it was embroidered with the sun, moon, stars, Taiji Bagua, cloud patterns, ancient seals, as well as the ten islands and three continents, and all kinds of auspicious birds and exotic beasts. It was as if the Dharma robe itself was a vast and all-encompassing world, a nascent blessed land.

The Daoist, now wearing a Celestial Immortal Cave Robe, had stars shifting within his eyes. His expression was serene as he smiled. “Chen Pingan, you schemed against me, helping you send a flying sword letter, causing me to lose a century of cultivation. But even as a Lower Five Tier cultivator, you possess such wisdom. After observing your state of mind five times, how could I not have left a backup plan?”

Not only did Old Deaf arrive instantly, but even the sword light that Executioner had given to Du Shanyin arrived in a flash, shattering layers upon layers of void barriers, dazzling and radiant.

Perhaps this was the “true form and truth” of Frost Descent, a Great Cultivator of the Ascending Realm from Azure Abyss.

Chen Pingan waved his hand, signaling Old Deaf not to act. He met the gaze of the Extraterrestrial Demon and asked, “Are you really going to force a sale?”

The Daoist “Frost Descent” smiled. “Want to try?”

Chen Pingan nodded. “Let’s try.”

Old Deaf frowned deeply.

Even if this Extraterrestrial Demon was certain to die after the trial, what benefit would it bring Chen Pingan? Wasn’t it better to feign agreement as before? There was no need to tear apart the facade. It wasn’t a worthwhile trade for either side. Of course, for “Frost Descent,” he was truly at the end of his road. When Chen Pingan left the prison, as long as he didn’t plead with Sword Immortal Supreme, or help the Extraterrestrial Demon to escape by a thread, it would mean that Chen Pingan had made up his mind to force Sword Immortal Supreme to draw his sword.

If Chen Pingan dragged his feet, harboring thoughts of muddling through, neither saving nor killing, then based on what Old Deaf knew of Sword Immortal Supreme’s temperament, he would allow Chen Pingan to suffer.

An Extraterrestrial Demon of the Ascending Realm would naturally have the means to follow him out. From then on, Chen Pingan’s cultivation path, before returning to Vast Brightness, would only be fraught with endless troubles.

Of course, the premise was that Chen Pingan could truly survive and have the chance to see his teacher, the Confucian Sage, Old Scholar, who was united with heaven and earth.

Twisting Heart, who had returned, cursed Chen Pingan’s impatience in her heart. Why, after reaching the Far Roaming Realm, with martial luck upon him, did it seem like his entire state of mind had changed? That Extraterrestrial Demon with ulterior motives should have been stalled first. First refine and break through, then successfully sew. At that point, Sword Immortal Supreme could be brought out. It was better than hastily sparring with an Ascending Realm cultivator’s Dao heart.

Cultivators excel at refining objects; Extraterrestrial Demons prefer refining hearts.

Sword Immortal Supreme suddenly appeared. “Can’t you just give me a break?”
Every time the extraterrestrial demon saw Chen Qingdu, it was like a mouse seeing a cat. This time, not only did it not revert to the appearance of a white-haired child, but instead asked, “Chen Qingdu, will our agreement hold? Will I ever be able to leave the Sword Qi Great Wall!”

Old Long Er wasn’t surprised.

Chen Qingdu didn’t have the leisure to keep an extraterrestrial demon as a pet.

Sure enough, Chen Qingdu said, “You can switch to someone with a higher realm, like Marquis Changjun, or simply find someone with an outstanding natural appearance, like the disciple Old Long Er chose. As for whether you can leave alive? Don’t ask me.”

Nian Xin chuckled. The last three words were a familiar phrase.

Old Long Er’s expression turned somewhat unsightly. However, he didn’t dare to question Chen Qingdu’s decision, only regretting that he had made the deal with Chen Ping An a little too early.

Shuang Jiang shook his head.

Chen Qingdu asked with a smile, “So, you’re biting the hand that feeds you?”

Shuang Jiang remained silent.

Chen Qingdu turned his head to look at Chen Ping An.

Chen Ping An said, “I am just a cultivator of the lower five realms, and I already have to sew clothes. Now I even have to scheme against a flying-ascension realm extraterrestrial demon. Grand Sword Immortal, there’s no reason for you to stand idly by.”

Nian Xin felt that the young Hidden Official was in for another rough time.

Unexpectedly, Chen Qingdu nodded with a smile, “You finally know to actively ask for something for once. Rare.”

Chen Ping An in the Vast World of Haoran sought to rely on himself in all matters. Chen Qingdu was too lazy to interfere.

But since he was the Hidden Official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, if he didn’t ask Chen Qingdu for a few things, was he, the Grand Sword Immortal, just a decoration?

On Inverted Mountain, Mi Yu begged Shao Yunyan to take him to the Yellow Millet Shop to drink the famous Forget-Worry Wine.

Unexpectedly, after finally getting Shao Yunyan to agree, Nalan Caihuan said she wanted to come along as well, to reap the benefits.

The three entered the wine shop. Shao Yunyan noticed that in addition to the old shopkeeper and the young assistant, there was a young woman who hadn’t been there before. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, and she was currently spacing out at a table. A stack of books was on the table, and one was open, face down. Assistant Xu Jia sat beside his young mistress, spacing out with her.

Shao Yunyan remembered that the woman had looked more or less the same when he first came to the shop. Apparently, the key to preserving youth as a cultivator was a great temptation.

After Mi Yu sat down, he grabbed the wine and drank it heartily, getting completely drunk. He didn’t say anything drunken, just seemed a bit lost.

Nalan Caihuan took small sips of wine, her eyes glazed over, as if recalling sad events.

The old shopkeeper was teasing the jade cage-bound sparrow and chuckled, “They’re dismantling the Ape Residence, moving the Plum Blossom Garden, and even Water Crystal Palace isn’t quiet anymore. Immortal Cloud Sign intends to lead people north to find a site and establish a mansion. The Rain Dragon Sect Leader came to Inverted Mountain in person, and the sisters are having a very unpleasant quarrel. This is all thanks to your new Hidden Official, right?”

Shao Yunyan nodded with a smile, “The Hidden Official is still kind-hearted. If it were me, I wouldn’t get involved in this mess. Common mortals don’t know fate, that’s understandable, but cultivators who don’t know to seek good fortune and avoid disaster deserve to die.”

Drinking wine in the Yellow Millet Blessed Land meant no forbidden words.

Mi Yu staggered to his feet and walked to the wall below. “Get me a brush!”

Xu Jia got up and handed him a brush. The tipsy Mi Yu wiped his face and wrote a line: “Lighting a lamp in the deep night, a small dream of home, awakened by the orioles, a yellow millet dream.”

Nalan Caihuan also went over and wrote a line: “The closest people are the hardest to get along with properly.”

Shao Yunyan glanced at the writing on the wall. The difference in temperament between the male and female sword cultivators was evident. One was flowery and ornate, the other pragmatic.

The woman suddenly looked up and asked Nalan Caihuan, “Now that the Sword Qi Great Wall is heavily guarded, I can’t go to the southern cities. How is A-Liang?”

Nalan Caihuan sat back down and smiled, “How else could he be? The same as always.”

The woman was heartbroken, her long, limpid eyes filled with sorrow like a pond of spring water. “He’s back at the Sword Qi Great Wall, but he hasn’t even come to see me for a drink. If I’m at the shop, at least the drinks are free. I even rushed back to Inverted Mountain from White Paper Blessed Land, and I haven’t even seen him once.”

The old shopkeeper chuckled, “You still have to赊賬 [shēzhàng, buy on credit], and you still have to pay back what you owe.”

The woman said, “A-Liang said that money owed on credit isn’t money.”

The old shopkeeper nodded, “His face isn’t a face either.”

The woman slumped back onto the table, slapping it with both hands. “So boring. I shouldn’t have come back to Inverted Mountain. In White Paper Blessed Land, I would have already had many children with A-Liang.”

The old shopkeeper was too lazy to nag his daughter.

Shao Yunyan didn’t want to hear any more of the Yellow Millet Shop’s domestic affairs and asked, “Shopkeeper, what are your plans?”

The old man said, “That newly appeared secret realm on Floating Up Continent that has existed for only a few years, it’s a part of the old Yellow Millet Blessed Land. I plan to go take a look. When some sect occupies it, I’ll negotiate with them. If we can agree, I’ll spend money to buy it and make the shop bigger. I’m leaving soon. If there are no accidents, you should be the last customers at the Inverted Mountain shop.”

The woman said, “I’m not leaving. I won’t leave until I see A-Liang.”

Xu Jia pointed upwards and whispered, “Miss, you can’t stay here. You might suddenly go there.”

The woman glared at him, and the young assistant shrank back.

Mi Yu asked with a smile, “May I ask this lady, what is the Vast World of Haoran like?”

The woman glanced at Mi Yu. He wasn’t bad-looking, but not as good as A-Liang.

She said casually, “It’s passable.”

Mi Yu murmured, “How can it just be passable?”

After leaving the demon race gathering place in the Wilderness, the little girl with the pigtails didn’t rush to the ancient well with the fourteen thrones.

She wandered around, not afraid of taking detours.

Tugging on her two pigtails, she floated around, enjoying the scenery on mountaintops when she found high mountains, and searching for water mansions when she found large bodies of water. Unfortunately, it was said that the mountain and water deities of the Wilderness were not as fancy as those in the Vast World of Haoran, and this was indeed the case. After visiting a few mountain god temples and water god palaces, she was a bit disappointed.

Punching a group of trash to death, stepping on a swarm of ants.

With no rules to restrain her, she could do as she pleased, which was a great pleasure. If there was no wine, she would use side dishes as a substitute, chewing on soybeans, crunching them loudly.
Then she was caught up by the two Sword Immortals of the Hidden Official lineage, Luo Shan and Zhu’an, who chose to follow her on a journey through the desolate lands. They followed Xiao Xun in rebelling against the Great Wall of Sword Qi. In the military tents, there was truly nothing to do, and besides, they would never draw their swords against the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The vast world of Haoran was what these two Sword Immortals yearned for. Once there, any Sword Sect cultivator who had never been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi would be challenged by them.

Above the sea of clouds, Luo Shan watched as the Hidden Official, with her pigtails, spun through the air like a bamboo dragonfly, feeling somewhat helpless.

Sword Immortal Zhu’an chuckled, “The Hidden Official should have left the Great Wall of Sword Qi long ago.”

Their next destination was a grand city in the desolate lands, the capital of a certain kingdom, with extremely high entry requirements. To settle down or even enter the city, one had to be in human form. This meant that within the city walls, all were demon cultivators who had achieved minor success in their techniques. Of course, there were also many shortcuts to take; one could spend money to buy talisman skins for demon servants whose cultivation was insufficient, putting on a pretense.

Such rules were rare in the desolate lands.

It also implied that this kingdom possessed immense power.

The emperor and empress were both at the Immortal Realm, and one of them was even a Sword Immortal. Neither had gone to the battlefield of the Great Wall of Sword Qi this time. According to gossip Zhu’an had heard from the Jiazi records, it was a matter of paying to avert disaster, leaving the national treasury empty.

A group of stationed cultivators from the capital rose into the air, their armor gleaming, blocking the three from heading towards the capital’s skies. A Nascent Soul cultivator roared, “Who goes there?!”

Xiao Xun simply continued to spin, circling around the group of demon cultivators. After a moment, it sounded like a string of firecrackers, as puffs of blood mist drifted away with the wind.

A streak of rainbow light shot from the capital’s palace, stopping with its sword in mid-air at a distance. It was a handsome man with long hair, wearing an imperial robe with large, intricately woven golden circles and dragon patterns embroidered with peacock down. The robe was dazzlingly golden and emerald, and quite eye-catching. Upon seeing the girl with the sheep horn braids, the man immediately bowed and cupped his fist in greeting, “Hidden Official, your esteemed presence graces us. Forgive our tardiness in welcoming you.”

Xiao Xun continued to spin, encompassing the man, Luo Shan, and Zhu’an within her orbit, “I’m no longer the Hidden Official. Are you mocking me?”

The man bowed even lower, “I would never dare offend the Hidden Official. In my heart, the Hidden Official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi will always be the Hidden Official.”

Sword Immortal Zhu’an smiled knowingly. He was being roundabout. As a demon Sword Immortal, he had picked up many bad habits from the human monarchs of the Haoran world.

Xiao Xun punched the great demon back into the capital.

By the time the great demon crashed through the roof ridge of a great hall in the palace, Xiao Xun was upon him, stepping on his back with a single foot. Her final punch caused the great demon, who had revealed his true form, to sink over a hundred zhang into the earth.

Outside the capital, above the sea of clouds, Luo Shan laughed, “He said ‘Hidden Official’ three times.”

Sword Immortal Zhu’an nodded, “He doesn’t learn.”

Within the Ten Thousand Mountains.

An old blind man, guarding a thatched hut and vegetable garden, kicked away an old dog lying at his feet, then looked up into the distance, scratching his face.

The old man’s cheeks were sunken, skin stretched over bone.

The old dog spoke from afar, “The Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Sword Dao’s fortunes are difficult to separate cleanly. Once they are taken over by Mount Tuoyue, it will be advantageous in both offense and defense. In ten thousand years, the balance will shift, and it will be Haoran’s turn to be troubled.”

The old blind man slowly said, “Does Chen Qingdu not know what even a dog knows?”

Chen Qingdu would not allow the desolate lands to gain too much. Just being able to achieve that was already extremely difficult.

Wanting to leave absolutely nothing for the desolate lands was a pipe dream. Just take the wall that has stood for ten thousand years, how to move it? Who can move it? How should the sword immortal seeds of various sizes, carrying great fortune, be placed? It is not as simple as throwing them somewhere to solve everything.

Especially since Chen Qingdu might still be thinking that the young sword cultivators might still have a Great Wall of Sword Qi in their hearts on their cultivation path in the future, and he wants to pass on this thought from generation to generation, it is even more difficult.

Those young people of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, who will be scattered in all directions in the future, will soon understand one thing, without Chen Qingdu and the Great Wall of Sword Qi, life and death will only be more inexplicable than on the battlefield in their hometowns in their early years.

The Great Wall of Sword Qi, a liquor shop, desolate and deserted. There’s no other way, as long as one is a sword cultivator, no matter the level, they have all gone to the city wall to fight.

Feng Kangle and Tao Ban sat side by side on a long bench, eating Yangchun noodles together. Feng Kangle suddenly asked, “Do you think we will die?”

Tao Ban thought for a moment and smiled, “No, we are still young, we haven’t earned any money, and we haven’t drunk any wine, there’s no reason for that. Besides, isn’t there still Second Shopkeeper?”

Feng Kangle nodded vigorously and smiled along, picking up a large chopstick of Yangchun noodles.

Outside the small door of the prison, the old deaf man asked, “Are you really willing to part with that Golden Talisman Jade Scroll?”

Nian Xin nodded.

The old deaf man sighed, “A couple of immortals, nothing more.”

Nian Xin sneered, “Keep your mouth clean.”

The old deaf man scratched his head, his face changed faster than turning a book. A woman’s mind is truly no different from the extraterrestrial demons.

The white-haired boy squatting at the door shouted, “Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me alone guard the gate for the Hidden Official Patriarch!”

At the pavilion.

Chen Qingdu was inside, looking around.

Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism. Pure martial artists.