Frostfall stood on the steps, watching the young man stagger downwards, heavily pounding his own chest.

With each fist that Calm Clement landed, golden light flowed from his chest, like a blacksmith swinging a hammer to forge a sword blank. Every strike scattered sparks, disrupting the flow of time, causing the light around Calm Clement to distort, shifting between brightness and darkness.

Because Calm Clement was descending from a higher position, even with his eyes lowered, Frostfall, standing on the lower steps, could still clearly see his extraordinary golden eyes.

Calm Clement stumbled along. The commotion within his heart was simply too great. After refining the divine remnant’s heart, it was as if an entire furnace of lava had been placed within his heart chamber.

Even the words that had peeled off from the Golden Talisman Jade Register, no matter how high their rank, each containing profound truths of the Dao, were still, after one of Calm Clement’s punches, instantly melted by the golden light, dissipating into the air.

Frostfall asked, “It shouldn’t have been refined so quickly. Are you hiding something?”

Calm Clement remained silent, unwilling to speak, and in truth, unable to open his mouth. He simply pounded his chest with punch after punch, desperately suppressing the drumming sound within his heart aperture.

Frostfall moved aside, making way for Calm Clement, and walked alongside him, constantly gazing at Calm Clement’s profile, using divine abilities to meticulously examine the inner workings of Calm Clement’s microcosmic world.

Calm Clement stopped, covered his mouth with both hands, and vomited a mouthful of golden blood. He slightly raised his head, swallowed all the blood, and continued forward, resuming his fist-pounding of his chest.

Frostfall felt a strange itch in its heart. Bizarre, too bizarre. Even if Calm Clement used those two Dragon Eye Fire Seeds as a catalyst for refining, and had martial fortune to assist him, preventing the divine remnant from rejecting Calm Clement’s body and soul too much, it still shouldn’t have been so smooth. According to Frostfall’s prediction, even if Thread Core dismantled all thirty-six thousand meridians, Calm Clement might not have been able to leave that small door.

It was like a gifted young scholar, reading a book of sages. He might understand the subtle words of the sages in a short time, but he would be unable to truly grasp the profound and essential principles.

There were only two possibilities. One was that Chen Qingdu had secretly intervened, manifesting the Grand Dao and not hesitating to draw upon the entire Sword Qi Great Wall to personally help Calm Clement refine the item.

The other was that Calm Clement was the reincarnation of some deity with deep ties to this divine remnant, half inheritance, half refinement.

However, Frostfall felt that both possibilities were extremely unlikely. Chen Qingdu wasn’t the kind of person to casually bestow favors. If Calm Clement were the reincarnation of an ancient deity, there would have been some traces left when his Longevity Bridge was broken in his early years. Frostfall had traveled through it many times and should have noticed something.

Calm Clement’s eyes gradually returned to normal, the golden light slowly fading, and the commotion in his chest became smaller and smaller.

His punches became lighter, his steps became steadier, and his mind became calmer.

The entire prison also quieted down.

Calm Clement turned and ascended the steps, and the white-haired child had no choice but to follow.

This time, as Calm Clement passed by each prison cell, the five Upper Fifth Realm great demons and the five Nascent Soul Sword Cultivating demons all appeared, but none of them spoke.

They looked at the young man as if he were a demon.

Calm Clement arrived at the prison entrance and sat at the top of the steps. This world was structured with day above and night below. Outside the prison, it was always daytime.

Frostfall couldn’t help but say again, “Grandmaster Hidden Official, can’t you really say? If you tell me, it’ll be considered a deal, and I’ll owe you three Snowfall Coins.”

Earlier, the two of them had “calculated” and established the rules for their transactions. One Snowfall Coin was equivalent to a Earth Immortal cultivator. One Minor Heat Coin could buy or sell the life of a Jade Purity Realm cultivator. Once he had accumulated enough Grain Rain Coins, Calm Clement could plead with Chen Qingdu to save its life as an extraterrestrial demon. Frostfall was already prepared. Hairpin Green Snakes, Daoist incantations, magical treasures, everything under the heavens. In this prison, he had accumulated some assets, but in the past he only valued things that caught his eye. Soon he would desperately try to pick up treasures. If he was really cornered, he would even steal the Cloth-Pounding Woman, Yarn-Washing Maiden, Grape Trellis, Twelve Flower God Cups under the command of the prison warden, as well as Du Shanyin’s Bookworm Immortal Book and that Sword Pellet, and trade them all with Grandmaster Hidden Official!

The young Hidden Official had one excellent quality that greatly reassured Frostfall, which was that once Calm Clement sincerely made an agreement with someone, he would never go back on his word, more effective than any damn oath.

Frostfall suddenly laughed to itself and said, “He keeps his word and acts on his word, such a steadfast petty man.”

Calm Clement smiled knowingly, not minding the extraterrestrial demon’s roundabout insults, and simply said, “You know I ran a wine shop on the Sword Qi Great Wall. Sword Immortals never get credit when they drink. And only three Snowfall Coins? This deal is too unprofitable.”

Frostfall turned its back, furtively took out an embroidered handkerchief that looked like a boudoir item, gently spread it on the ground, and plucked out a long-cherished treasure with two fingers.

Ripples trembled on the embroidered handkerchief as Frostfall pinched out an extremely long, narrow blade. Frostfall changed from pinching the hilt of the knife to holding the knife with both hands, with the tip of the scabbard resting against the embroidered handkerchief.

It was even taller than the child-like extraterrestrial demon.

Frostfall put away the embroidered handkerchief, stood up, tiptoed, and reached out to push the knife out of its scabbard by an inch. Instantly, light bloomed, with five colors, as brilliant as the sunrise clouds.

The hilt of the knife was wrapped with dense golden threads, and the narrow knife had a circular handguard, exquisitely beautiful. Outside the circle was a string of ancient golden inscriptions: “Light flows like the moon, the clear sky reflects water, eternally firm, illuminating this heart.” The last two characters were “Slay Investigation”.

Frostfall sheathed the knife and held it with both hands. “How about it? I’ll use this knife to trade with Grandmaster Hidden Official for that answer.”

Calm Clement reached out and smiled, “Deal.”

Frostfall unhesitatingly handed the narrow blade to Calm Clement.

Calm Clement placed the knife horizontally on his lap. It was extremely heavy. He held the knife with one hand and pressed against the hilt with two fingers of the other, slowly pushing the knife out of its scabbard, gazing intently. But soon he pushed it back in, remembering the not-so-unfamiliar characters “Slay Investigation”, and asked in confusion, “Is this an execution tool from the ancient Dragon Slaying Platform?”

Frostfall squatted down beside him and nodded. “Of course! It’s just that before it was lost, its grade was damaged a bit. It’s estimated that it chopped off the heads of quite a few wicked dragons and evil horned dragons, so the baleful aura is a bit heavy. Anyway, Grandmaster Hidden Official isn’t afraid of this, so I’ll just treat it as a treasure sword given to a hero! To be fair, this item wasn’t the best on the Dragon Slaying Platform. But now, placed in the Magnificent Land, it can still make Upper Fifth Realm military strategists fight tooth and nail for it.”

Calm Clement smiled, “A gift?”

Frostfall immediately slapped itself in the face and changed its words, “A sale!”
Chen Ping’an pressed down on the blade with both hands, saying softly, “The answer is, I honestly don’t know. I’m not deceiving you.”

Shuangjiang was struck as if by lightning.

Chen Ping’an lifted the narrow blade a few inches. “I’m a fair dealer, honest to all. I’d be ashamed to keep it, so I’ll return it.”

Silence hung between them.

*You damn well better give me back my blade!*

But Chen Ping’an simply raised the blade slightly and did nothing more. Shuangjiang couldn’t exactly snatch it back, especially with the Hidden Official Ancestor’s tight grip, which didn’t look like he’d be letting go anytime soon. Shuangjiang wouldn’t dare to speak politely, because if he did, the other party certainly wouldn’t reciprocate.

Chen Ping’an tossed the narrow blade to the Extraterrestrial Demon. “This is for helping me leave a miniature object at the entrance.”

Otherwise, he would have had to go to the roadside pavilion building naked, and would have encountered Nianxin on the way.

Shuangjiang held the blade, asking, “Just for such a small thing? Worth trading such a fine blade you’d already acquired?”

Chen Ping’an extended his hand, smiling. “A Minor Heat coin. Auspicious for business, a good omen.”

Shuangjiang handed over the narrow blade, overjoyed.

Chen Ping’an stood up, placing the blade at his left waist, and slowly walked away, not returning to the prison.

Shuangjiang asked, “First reaching the Far-Traveler Realm, then refining your Natal Treasure, which would also temper your martial luck – was this all planned in advance? Is that why you’re not in such a hurry about the stitching?”

Chen Ping’an shook his head. “Actually, I hadn’t thought that much about it. With you around, I had been deliberately restraining my thoughts.”

Shuangjiang fell to his knees, prostrating himself on the ground, pounding his fists, howling in a smooth, practiced manner. “What great sins have I committed!”

Chen Ping’an didn’t find it amusing; instead, he was deeply worried.

Extraterrestrial Demons are unconstrained, purely free.

A sword light arrived in an instant, hovering not far in front of Chen Ping’an before darting towards the thatched hut by the stream.

The Prison Official was actively inviting him to visit?

Chen Ping’an then ventured, for the first time as an Eighth-Realm Martial Artist, to travel far on the wind.

Beside Chen Ping’an, Shuangjiang whispered, “That sword pellet that blind Prison Official gave to Du Shanyin is also worth a Minor Heat coin.”

Whether it was the sword pellet refined by the Prison Official or the narrow blade Chen Ping’an had just obtained, both were priceless immortal treasures, but in his deal with the Extraterrestrial Demon, the accounting methods differed. Within the prison, opportunities and treasures were everywhere, and Shuangjiang’s Ascension Realm life was even more valuable. Chen Ping’an had once heard of an extremely hidden demonic sect in the Central Earth Divine Continent that only took the most precious thing in a person’s heart as payment: it could be a beloved woman, or even a conviction, a principle – for example, the person most afraid of death would have to offer up their own life in exchange.

Chen Ping’an landed gently near the grape trellis, the Sword Immortal Prison Official, still concealing his true appearance, standing amidst the lush greenery, saying, “We are about to leave this place. We came to say farewell to the Hidden Official. You may choose one of the two ancestral coin incarnations to keep by your side.”

Chen Ping’an said, “I won’t accept unearned gifts.”

The Prison Official said, “Staying here for so long is ultimately dull. I have watched the Hidden Official seek out boxing, draw his sword, and refine his treasure, and I have enjoyed several good shows, so I should offer something. Besides, and more importantly, they feel a natural closeness to you and willingly serve the Hidden Official, but Du Shanyin will need one of them to assist him in his future cultivation, otherwise you could take both.”

Near the stone table, the washing woman and the laundress were reluctant to part, but they smiled sweetly, their bright eyes shimmering as they looked at the young Hidden Official.

Hearing this, Chen Ping’an suddenly understood, and somewhat realized why this Prison Official Sword Immortal, shrouded in mist and clouds, had become inexplicably unfriendly towards him.

Most cultivators in the Great Balance world, when they look at each cave heaven and blessed land, all they see is immortal money. Especially those from the blessed lands who don’t know that there are heavens beyond heavens are the least valuable in the eyes of the banished immortals.

Chen Ping’an didn’t bother to explain anything, shaking his head. “The Prison Official should keep them by his side.”

The Prison Official acted even more decisively, using the divine power of his sleeve universe to take away the thatched hut, the stream, the grape trellis, the flower god cup, and the white jade table and stone stools, leaving on a far-traveling sword, with Du Shanyin and the laundress following behind.

Only the washing woman was left behind. She performed a graceful curtsy towards Chen Ping’an, her bearing elegant and dignified.

Chen Ping’an wasn’t pretentious, but he couldn’t just grab the woman and throw her back to the Prison Official, so he bowed in return and looked towards the white jade table, saying softly, “Not even leaving a stool behind.”

Not giving him a chance to scavenge anything.

Accepting gifts inevitably incurred debts of gratitude. But picking up bargains at Package House was risking one’s head to earn money.

The washing woman, manifested from a Golden Essence Copper Coin, smiled even more captivatingly upon hearing this, saying softly, “My humble name is Changming. If my master dislikes this name, feel free to give me another name. I would be honored beyond measure.”

Chen Ping’an turned around, waved his hand, and smiled at the woman. “Fellow Daoist Changming, from now on, you and I are equals. To be honest, I do have a place for you, on the Treasure Bottle Continent, called the Lotus Root Blessed Land, suitable for your long-term residence and cultivation. However, after you leave Sword Qi Great Wall, where you go in the end, whether you want to go to that Lotus Root Blessed Land, is entirely up to you.”

The woman blinked her eyes, raised one hand, and from all directions, many scattered remains of gods, dilapidated and decaying colossal bodies, constantly crumbled and shattered, then all had golden grains of sand that formed lines, eventually gathering around the washing woman, like a golden mountain, the size of the Ning Family Dragon-Slaying Cliff.

Shuangjiang whispered a reminder: “This golden mountain, in the Azure Underworld, is enough to refine the golden bodies of three or four River Gods and Water Immortal Governors. In the Hidden Official Ancestor’s whatever blessed land, which is ultimately only a middle-grade blessed land, there will only be more golden body divine positions.”

Chen Ping’an tried his best to hold back his laughter, but ultimately couldn’t, clasping his fist and saying, “Alright, I earnestly request that Fellow Daoist Changming must visit Treasure Bottle Continent as a guest, at least as a loosely bound registered retainer.”

Those golden sands, weathered from the remains of gods by the long river of time, slowly adhered to the washing woman’s clothes, not revealing the slightest abnormality.

Chen Ping’an deeply agreed with this, wealth shouldn’t be flaunted, it should be like this. He was indeed a kindred spirit. The white-haired child beside him, who recklessly flaunted his wealth everywhere, couldn’t compare.

She asked curiously, “Hidden Official Master, are you not returning home?”

Chen Ping’an smiled. “We’ll see.”

She didn’t ask any further.

She still regarded herself as a maid.
Afterward, Chen Ping’an wandered alone for a while. Before they parted, however, she extended a finger to her forehead, retrieved a golden copper coin, and handed it to Chen Ping’an.

Shuangjiang pulled the woman along to scavenge for treasures. After some discussion, Shuangjiang initially intended to keep everything she found for herself. As for what she discovered, the two would split the spoils nine-to-one. Never had she imagined that this wretched woman with such a dilapidated cultivation realm, emboldened by who knew what, would actually demand a fifty-fifty split. Although her cultivation was utterly insignificant, she was the ancestral coin of golden essence. Even if Shuangjiang killed her embodied form, she would reappear from the golden copper coin Chen Ping’an had pocketed. Then, she would file a complaint and whisper sweet nothings, something Shuangjiang feared she couldn’t handle. Given Chen Ping’an’s temperament, he loved to haggle over such trivial matters. Most likely, he would directly ask Chen Qingdu to chop her into pieces with a single sword strike. Shuangjiang could only negotiate with her politely, and after much difficulty, they finally agreed on a forty-sixty split, with Shuangjiang gaining a slight advantage. She felt more exhausted than she had been entangled with the old deaf man for eighty years. Unexpectedly, the woman was still dissatisfied, muttering with a mournful tone, “This servant is truly useless, causing master to lose a whole ten percent of the profits.”

Shuangjiang almost knelt down to kowtow to this esteemed ancestress.

Chen Ping’an arrived above the sea of clouds, a place where water-attributed rain beads were naturally nurtured. He lay down on the cloud sea, placing his hands on his abdomen, and closed his eyes to rest.

His Mustard Seed Mind, roamed in all directions.

Eventually, within his own microcosm, Chen Ping’an arrived at the shores of his heart lake. With a slight thought, a sturdy arch bridge appeared.

His true body was already sound asleep on the clouds.

Chen Ping’an’s spirit stood at one end of this Bridge of Longevity. As soon as he crossed it, stepping onto the other side, there should be a new Qi Practitioner at the Cave Realm in the world.

The golden little man who rides the fire dragon came to Chen Ping’an’s side, arms crossed, head held high.

The fire dragon beneath him, after being tempered by martial providence, had grown robustly. If the fire dragon was previously the size of a slender chopstick, it was now as thick as an arm, exuding an imposing aura.

Chen Ping’an said softly, “Don’t curse.”

The golden little man sneered, “Aren’t you constantly cursing yourself? You curse so much that I’m annoyed, but I can’t help but listen.”

Chen Ping’an said, “It’s always said that human power has its limits. The key is that I’ve always believed that, so cursing is unreasonable, right?”

The golden little man said, “You are afraid of not being able to leave, afraid of becoming the second Chen Qingdu, but without Chen Qingdu’s ability. You fear separations with no reunion, you fear for the first time that all your actions will receive no reward on your own side.”

Chen Ping’an skipped a few times, struck his palm with his fist, performed a set of turtle punches, and finally breathed into his hand, looking at the arch bridge, “Anyone would be like this, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

The golden little man was silent for a moment, then expressed his comfort with a barrage of curses.

Listening to the long-lost local dialect of his hometown, Chen Ping’an immediately cheered up. His eyes were as clear as the streams of his hometown, and a few wisps of sorrow were like small fish, with a flick of their tails, darting into the water plants, never to be seen again.

Finally, Chen Ping’an’s spirit withdrew from his microcosm, and he stood up from the cloud sea, riding the wind towards the entrance of the prison.

Crossing the bridge was not an urgent matter. He would wait until the martial providence of Sword Qi Great Wall and the Wildlands World were completely refined and fully integrated into the mountains and rivers of his body.

His Cave Realm was inevitable.

When the Cave Realm opened, the microcosm would be connected to the macrocosm, and the abundant spiritual Qi mixed with dense sword intent in the prison world would flow into the major key Qi mansions like a roaring torrent.

It was just that the suffering of flesh and soul might be seen as a daunting and insurmountable threshold by ordinary lower five realms Qi Practitioners, but for Chen Ping’an, it was really nothing.

This time, as Chen Ping’an passed by the cage, the great demon Yun Qing appeared again, smiling and teasing, “You previously possessed martial providence, and now you are refining the treasures of the divine corpse. I must congratulate Hidden Official again. When you reach the Cave Realm, I will have to congratulate you again. It’s quite a busy time. Fortunately, it’s not in the Wildlands World, otherwise, I would have to send out three gifts just for the celebrations.”

Chen Ping’an stopped and smiled, “In the Vast World, the visit of a peak immortal in the upper five realms is the best gift.”

Yun Qing looked at the narrow blade and praised, “Good sword.”

Chen Ping’an held the hilt with his palm and said, “The weight is sufficient, indeed a good sword.”

Yun Qing sighed, “It seems that there won’t be many opportunities to talk with Hidden Official.”

Chen Ping’an said in a deep voice, “It would be a great regret not to meet Senior Yun Qing in the Vast World.”

Yun Qing smiled, “It is also a pity not to invite Hidden Official to drink fine wine in the Wildlands World. The scenery on my old mountain is excellent.”

The white-haired boy returned loaded with treasures, followed by the woman Chang Ming.

With her around, golden sand was easy to obtain. More of Shuangjiang’s efforts were needed for the relics of the ancient great demon corpses, which were scattered and quite troublesome. The treasures of heaven and earth were mostly intelligent, and would not stay put like the remains of gods and demons. Even if Shuangjiang put in all her effort to find them, it would still be very difficult. Fortunately, the woman, as the embodiment of the ancestral coin, had extremely good luck in the dark. In the end, the harvest exceeded Shuangjiang’s expectations by far. Later, with experience, Shuangjiang deliberately stayed away from her. When she stumbled upon an opportunity, she would give him a signal, and he would pounce on it diligently, capturing the natural treasures that scurried around like flying swords.

The two agreed that today they would only dig three feet deep in one direction. In the future, they would go to a different place every day. At most, in a period of ten days, they could roughly search through everything. In the next ten days, they would carefully check for any omissions.

It was the woman’s first time entering the prison, so she was inevitably curious.

The great demon Qing Qiu saw the woman next to Chen Ping’an, who was gentle and beautiful. Indeed, she was quite remarkable. He clicked his tongue and said, “Hidden Official has quite the luck with women, but your taste is a bit peculiar. First, it was a skinned woman, and now you’ve changed to a spirit whose skin and flesh are not real. Hidden Official, what’s wrong with you? Isn’t there a seven-tailed fox demon locked up in the prison? If I remember correctly, there are still a few other female cultivators. Aren’t they enough for you?”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “Since you’re about to die, can’t you say a few nice words?”

The great demon Qing Qiu, whose true form was a loach, sneered, “Based on you? Plus that broken sword? I’ll stretch out my neck and let you chop, can you even chop me?”

Chen Ping’an pushed the sword out of its sheath an inch or so, “Want to try?”

The great demon Qing Qiu instantly disappeared into the mist.

Shuangjiang burst out laughing.
The woman, seeking longevity, bid farewell and departed, unwilling to linger in the prison, where the air was thick with filth and malevolent energy.

Reaching Nianxin, Chen Pingan waited for her to draw out a weft thread before saying, “Lend me your dharma knife.”

Nianxin directly handed the dharma knife to Chen Pingan.

Taking the knife, Chen Pingan smiled, “In my hometown, when handing over scissors or hatchets, we always point the blade towards ourselves.”

Nianxin remained indifferent, asking, “Have you decided?”

Chen Pingan nodded. First, he took out the azure talisman paper bearing the inscription of the Golden Register Jade Seal. Due to the sheer volume and weight of the words, the paper felt uneven to the touch.

Chen Pingan spread out the talisman paper with one hand, and with the other, he held the short knife. He pierced his heart, allowing drops of vital blood, which a Qi refiner valued as true essence, to fall from the blade’s tip onto the talisman paper. Then, using the Water Refining Art from the Water God Temple of the Biyou Mansion, he guided the blood droplets, writing as meticulously as a scribe copying scriptures, each stroke precise and imbued with spiritual intent. Finally, he “wrote” a letter of dissolution, concise and to the point, its meaning simple yet its wording accurate.

Especially when it came to signing his name, he extracted a sliver of his innate spiritual light from each of his three souls and seven spirits, infusing them into the name “Chen Pingan.”

Chen Pingan returned the dharma knife to Nianxin.

Nianxin took the knife, frowning, “Had I known, I wouldn’t have revealed this matter to you.”

When she first met the young Hidden Official, she was puzzled by his entanglement with the dragon race. Later, she put in some effort and, after a casual chat with the Extraterrestrial Demon, she uncovered a shocking secret. Chen Pingan had a deeply hidden contract, where both parties were of equal status, neither master nor servant, but their lives were intertwined. The effect was similar to the contracts formed by cultivators when they became celestial companions. Of course, Chen Pingan’s contract didn’t involve any romance. Moreover, the writing party had seemingly taken every advantage, with hardly any restrictions.

Chen Pingan’s face was pale, but he seemed relieved, as if he had settled a major karmic debt.

He did it for himself, seeking peace of mind, and also for his student, so that he could devote himself fully to the Jade Bottle Continent.

Frostfall squatted nearby, lamenting, “Hidden Official Ancestor, you’ve made a terrible loss on this deal. You shouldn’t have been so quick about it. If it were me, I’d have squeezed them for every last drop.”

Chen Pingan handed the talisman paper to the Extraterrestrial Demon, saying, “It’s just that I found out late, otherwise I would have done this long ago. Frostfall, you pass this to Old Deafie. After he leaves the prison, he can take it to Wei Jin of the Wind and Snow Temple, and have him send it to the Jade Bottle Continent, only to be handed to a man named Cui Dongshan.”

Frostfall chuckled, “Why not let Nianxin give it to Old Deafie? They just became relatives.”

Chen Pingan twitched the corner of his mouth, maintaining his original posture.

He knew that this Extraterrestrial Demon had already recognized the origins of this azure, treasure-light-filled talisman paper.

Frostfall raised both hands, “Don’t test me. I wouldn’t touch this talisman paper with a ten-foot pole. Otherwise, I might be tricked again and lose a hundred years of cultivation.”

When the Extraterrestrial Demon wasn’t calling him Hidden Official Grandpa or Hidden Official Ancestor, he was usually telling the truth.

Only then did Chen Pingan hand the talisman paper to Nianxin.

Nianxin vanished in a flash, delivering it to Old Deafie, and returned in an instant. She said, “Good thing I went early, Old Deafie was just about to leave the prison.”

Nianxin thought about some things, but ultimately didn’t say them. She originally wanted to urge Chen Pingan to hurry with the demon-slaying sewing, but the words caught in her throat. She refrained.

Chen Pingan nodded and went to the pavilion, sitting alone with his knees drawn to his chest.

Frostfall stood on the steps in the distance, watching the building and the man.

This place was a manifestation of the young man’s state of mind.

Therefore, Chen Qingdu could enter the pavilion, and even Nianxin, if she wished, could also go in, because deep down Chen Pingan recognized Nianxin, this person of the demonic path. Only this Extraterrestrial Demon was absolutely not allowed.

A pavilion with a round roof on a square base.

The foundation represented the grand and small principles that Chen Pingan genuinely recognized.

The four pillars represented the four fundamental paths that Chen Pingan had gradually made his own on his journey through life.

And the roof symbolized the Great Sword Immortal that Chen Pingan always held in his thoughts.

The people a young man meets in life are like temporary guests in a pavilion, sooner or later they will part ways with him, some with farewells, some without a word.

He stayed in place, like the pavilion, willing to do small things to provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Frostfall shouted loudly, “Hidden Official Ancestor, does your beloved lady know about this contract?”

Chen Pingan instantly snapped back to reality, feigning composure, “This contract is none of my business.”

Frostfall jumped up high, giving a thumbs up, “Hidden Official Ancestor, the way you say insincere things with such righteousness is so… scholar-like!”