Within the Jade Capital, Daoists who engaged in trials, if they clashed, would disregard their own lives entirely. Only by determining life and death, or by shattering the opponent’s Bridge of Longevity, would they consider it a proper exchange of Daoist techniques. After all, within the Sui Chu Palace, each person held a Longevity Lamp. Zhang Yuanbo, the dragon within the cave, had already died once, and the Dao Companion of Jun Yuchou on the mountain had even died twice. Normally, it would be exceedingly difficult to ascend to the Upper Five Realms, but with Wu Shuangjiang present, none of that mattered. Afterwards, in their cultivation, they would start anew, and the Sui Chu Palace would lavish countless heavenly treasures upon them, with Wu Shuangjiang personally overseeing them, dispelling their confusion. Their path of cultivation remained unstoppable.

The Immortal Sword lineage of the Grand Profound Capital Temple was universally acknowledged throughout the Azure Billow World as the most unified when engaging in battle.

The cultivators of the Sui Chu Palace were notoriously known for their heavy-handedness and ruthlessness, because they were the least valuing of their lives and possessions.

Street thugs, especially impetuous youths, were most prone to acting on impulse, striking with reckless abandon. Give them a knife, and they wouldn’t need alcohol to embolden them; at the slightest provocation, they would hack away without regard for the consequences. Hence, the Sui Chu Palace was known as a “Den of Youths” on the mountain.

It finished drinking the two jars of Osmanthus Wine that Chen Ping’an and Ning Yao had offered, then began cracking melon seeds, casually asking, “If a person learns anything and becomes like it, is that impressive?”

Pei Qian nodded without hesitation. Of course, it was impressive, because her Shifu was like that.

It asked again, “What if someone learns anything and *is* it?”

Pei Qian pondered, “That’s terrifying.”

Pei Qian then said, “In that case, it would be very easy to get into conflicts over the Grand Dao, wouldn’t it?”

Learning something and becoming *like* it wasn’t a big deal, but once one learned something and *became* it, it was far too taboo in Daoist cultivation. For example, the secret arts of another sect’s Ancestral Hall, or a sword cultivator’s natal divine ability of their flying sword?

It rolled its eyes. “Those who admit defeat with a pinched nose are fine. Each keeps to their own well, and at worst, they go their separate ways. He’ll find a way to make amends, but it depends on his mood. How he calculates the debt and how he compensates is up to him; others can only accept it. As for those who don’t believe in evil and insist on arm-wrestling to the end, they’re all dead. Of the five cities and twelve towers of the Jade Capital, two of them were historically dragged down by him, one through brute force and Daoist techniques, the other through schemes and Daoist heart. So… his relationship with the Second Master of the Jade Capital is extremely poor.”

It emphasized, adding, “Extremely poor. The only reason they aren’t mortal enemies is that they’re not in a life-or-death situation. If they meet on the road, they’ll definitely have a fight.”

Pei Qian asked curiously, “Why are you so afraid of him?”

It held out its hand. “A little more to rinse my mouth.”

Pei Qian took out a jar of wine from her miniature dimension and placed it on the table, pushing it over.

It drained the jar in one gulp, sighing, “Still not enough courage. I dare not speak.”

Pei Qian said, “If you don’t want to say it, then don’t.”

It lamented, “Chen Ping’an has taught you very well, eh?”

A person’s purity of Qi depends on whether or not they possess a generous heart.

Pei Qian smiled. “So-so. Shifu taught me ten parts of goodness, but I only learned two or three.”

It suddenly slammed the table, annoyed, “Little girl, why are you imitating the way I speak?!”

Pei Qian immediately reached out and pressed down on the table, lest she wake up Little Millet.

It sheepishly apologized to Pei Qian. “Sorry, sorry. I spoke my mind, couldn’t help myself.”

Pei Qian said without prompting, “In the future, when you go to Fallen Phoenix Mountain, you can first go to the grass shop in Dragon Riding Lane. There’s a senior there who you should get along with, you’ll hit it off right away.”

The white-haired child looked doubtful. “Which senior? Ascendant Realm? And a sword cultivator?”

Fallen Phoenix Mountain was quite something, with Ning Yao, himself, and this senior, that would be three Ascendants! In the Great All Heavens, wouldn’t he be able to strut around like a crab every day?

Pei Qian shook her head. “Dragon Gate Realm.”

The white-haired child spat, “What the hell, Dragon Gate Realm? I can’t afford to lose face like that!”

Pei Qian said nothing more.

The white-haired child suddenly clasped his hands together, his face solemn, muttering to himself, “Children’s words are without taboo, children’s words are without taboo. I’ll take your good omen, I’ll take your good omen. I must be able to go to Fallen Phoenix Mountain and visit that… Dragon Gate Realm old immortal in Dragon Riding Lane.”