Few who cultivate the Dao, the so-called young prodigies, dare even dream of becoming Earth Immortals.

Chen Pingan nodded, “Precisely this matter.”

Lu Ying chuckled, “Has Guest Elder Cao knocked on the wrong door? This old one hails from the Golden Summit Temple, not some White Dragon Cave cultivator. The reason for leaving the temple this time is merely to protect those children on their Dao journey. He who tied the bell must untie it. Since the misunderstanding arose with the White Dragon Cave, it should be resolved with them as soon as possible. Guest Elder Cao, isn’t that the correct principle?”

“I have nothing to discuss with a mere Dragon Gate Realm junior from the White Dragon Cave.”

Chen Pingan, with a hint of mockery, said, “Venerable Immortal Lu is a respected senior on the mountains of Tongye Continent. Cao Mo has long admired your name. If not here, where else should I go? Even if the two ancestral masters of the White Dragon Cave were guests at Yellow Crane Islet today, I would feign ignorance. As for misunderstandings, truthfully, I don’t take them to heart. Who should apologize to whom, who should pay a visit, remains to be seen for now.”

Lu Ying stroked his beard and smiled, nodding gently, and sighed, “Guest Elder Cao is a man of true temperament.”

*Another* one coming for the sake of my Golden Summit Temple title.

Lu Ying had seen too many like this on this journey. Registered Immortal Masters on the mountain, emperors and generals of the mundane world, martial arts heroes of the Jianghu, countless as carp crossing the river.

For the most part, they were satisfactory. Guo Bairu, a direct disciple of Wu Shu, and the martial arts cultivators of the Cloud Grass Hall were all well-behaved. It was just the White Dragon Cave side that kept causing trouble. But it was also good, allowing Lu Ying more opportunities to show his face. For example, earlier in the Mirage City of Daquan, that little troublemaker Ma Linshi had provoked a member of the imperial family.

A disheveled man with a limp and a missing arm, drinking with a group of rough men in a tavern, reeking of manure, who would have thought such a character would be the younger brother of the Daquan Empress?

And now, in this strictly regulated Cloud Grotto Blessed Land, it was Ma Linshi again, causing You Qi to be beaten unconscious by a little fatty claiming to be the Invincible Little Divine Fist. Losing all face, You Qi had been clamoring to return to his sect, while secretly sending flying sword messages back to the White Dragon Cave. Lu Ying treated it all as entertainment. The reason Lu Ying was so patient now, wasting time with a worthless Jade Tablet Sect low-ranking guest elder,

Among the registered immortals on the mountain, the even more detached guest elders were already inferior to the enshrined immortals. This fellow claiming to be a low-ranking guest elder of the Jade Tablet Sect truly didn’t inspire Lu Ying’s interest in making friends.

It was that white-robed youth squatting on the railing back then. Despite his carefree and nonsensical talk, he was likely a Sect-level Earth Immortal, unassuming. His style was even more wild than Lu Ying’s. To actually rely on his cultivation to cast a body-immobilization spell on You Qi in Jiang Shangzhen’s Cloud Grotto Blessed Land… Lu Ying had taken note. Of course, there was also Zhou Fei, whom Lu Ying had already held a grudge against, but Lu Ying didn’t dare to act rashly.

These days, Tongye Continent was filled with murky waters, with too many dragons crossing the river. For example, that Myriad Jade Sect from the Three Mountains Blessed Land, a father and daughter, the immortal Han Yushu, and the Jade Purity Realm Han Jiangshu, were deeply feared by Abbot Du.

Honestly, as long as they weren’t cultivators from other continents, Lu Ying didn’t have many local cultivators of Tongye Continent who caught his eye.

For example, this fellow with as many as three titles, none of which were truly substantial, Lu Ying was gradually losing patience. He didn’t expect the man to have the nerve to shift his gaze and look inside the gate, seemingly hinting as to why this Enshrined Immortal hadn’t invited them in for a chat? Lu Ying sneered inwardly. In an instant, he used the great power of a Nascent Soul cultivator, attempting to discern the illusory mountain and water ripples, not caring whether it was taboo, wanting to determine the weight of Guest Elder Cao.

Cao Mo immediately erected another illusory mountain and water barrier, his face faintly showing anger.

Lu Ying was greatly relieved. As expected, a Golden Core guest elder whose cultivation was merely passable.

Cao Mo flung his sleeves and left, walking down the steps, suddenly turning his head and saying, “In the future, when Venerable Immortal brings people down the mountain for training, it’s best to choose to go out at noon.”

Lu Ying stood still, completely bewildered, mistaking it for a profound saying of a mountain cultivator.

Pei Qian said calmly, “Because something will happen sooner or later.”

Lu Ying’s face turned gloomy.

Low cultivation, low status, but great boldness. As expected of someone from a registered immortal sect. Probably relying on the incense offerings accumulated by the ancestral hall to be at