Venturing forth into the world, one truly ought to cultivate goodwill towards others.

A martial artist at the pinnacle of the tenth realm, he stowed away his green bamboo fishing rod and transformed into a rainbow streak, heading towards the Central Earth Divine Continent.

Within the Great Gully of Returning Ruins, with Wu Shuangjiang and Bai Luo each astride a colossal Ao turtle, Bai Luo inquired with a smile, “Palace Master, I’ve heard that within the Azure Canopy World, there’s been talk of a ‘Big and Little Wu’ duo?”

Wu Shuangjiang nodded slightly, “That lad’s good fortune merely follows mine; in other aspects, he’s not all that similar. The one who truly resembles me is the young man Lu Chen spoke of. Fortunate it is that he isn’t a cultivator from the same world, or I would have suspected some sort of heavenly suppression from a Fourteenth Realm being, such as… the Azure-Indigo contention. Azure arises from Indigo, yet surpasses it; after one withering, there’s a flourishing.”

Bai Luo stated, “So, Palace Master, that intent to kill you displayed previously in Itemized City, how much of it was genuine, and how much was feigned?”

Wu Shuangjiang chuckled, “If Chen Ping’an couldn’t withstand that challenge, it was completely feigned, yet utterly genuine. If he could, it would be entirely genuine, yet utterly feigned.”

Bai Luo frowned slightly.

Wu Shuangjiang elaborated, “That lad can pick things up and put them down with ease; he won’t harbor any resentment over it. Besides, he understands my intentions quite well.”

How much one has learned is secondary; what’s most feared in a person is their inability to distinguish between what is important and what is not.

Bai Luo remarked, “An immortal caressed his crown, bestowing upon him the Longevity Talisman.”

This referred to how, before Wu Shuangjiang departed from the inn, he seemingly casually patted the little water monster’s head.

It wasn’t of significant benefit to his cultivation, yet it was a genuine life-saving charm. Wu Shuangjiang likely had more profound intentions, but Bai Luo was too lazy to dig deeper.

Wu Shuangjiang smiled knowingly, “Lu Chen has certain calculations, open and aboveboard, without hiding them, so I shall fulfill his wishes.”

Involving the Third Sect Leader of Jade Capital, Bai Luo refrained from idle chatter.

Wu Shuangjiang inquired, “Do you know what Chen Ping’an’s greatest gain was this time?”

Bai Luo shook his head.

Wu Shuangjiang smiled faintly, “It’s that finally someone could prove that the path he walks is the correct one. Not only is it not a narrow, dead-end path, but it’s also a path to the summit that someone has already tread, albeit with a slightly more winding route.”

Wu Shuangjiang uttered a prophecy-like statement, “So wait and see, in the next century, Chen Ping’an’s cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds in all aspects.”

“You think so highly of Chen Ping’an?”

“I simply think highly of every Wu Shuangjiang.”

Wu Shuangjiang suddenly laughed, as if he had thought of something amusing.

Bai Luo was somewhat puzzled.

“It was Zhang Tiaoxia invited by the Grand Scholar of the Academy, so guess who invited Chen Ping’an?”

“One Principal and two Deputies, one of the three Confucian Temple Masters? Could it be Master Dong, the one with the best relationship with the Sage of Literature?”

Wu Shuangjiang shook his head, not providing an answer.

This great cultivator of the Fourteenth Realm, riding on an Ao turtle, traveled far and wide.

What he sees is what his Dao Companion will see in the future.

Wu Shuangjiang clasped his hands behind his back and began to close his eyes to rest, murmuring with a smile in his heart.

The Dao rises one foot, the Demon rises ten.

Northern Ju Continent, Prone Earth Peak.

Zhang Shanfeng had finally successfully ascended to the Sea Gazing Realm and was about to emerge from seclusion.

This young Daoist still needed a few hours to solidify his realm.

His master was guarding outside the cave abode, softly reciting, “The Hidden Dragon Art of One Gate, first sleep the heart, then sleep the eyes, then sleep the spirit. Sleep is the great return to the root, breathing is the small return to the root. Within breathing, one can condense the heart and spirit into a grain of mustard seed, which is the supreme return to the root; this is how the myriad things flourish, each returning to its root…”

A Fire Dragon Real Person at the peak of the Soaring Ascension Realm, the White Cloud and Peach Mountain lineages, Yuanling Hall of the Finger Profound Peak, these senior brothers, plus the newly appointed Mountain Lord of the Supreme霞 lineage, were all outside the cave gate, protecting a cave abode realm cultivator…

They had set up a large table early on, with wine, side dishes, and a large basin of immortal fruits and vegetables, waiting for good news.

The senior brother from the Peach Mountain lineage said solemnly, “Junior Brother’s breakthrough is remarkable, quite remarkable, a myriad of omens. Congratulations.”

But in fact, Zhang Shanfeng’s breakthrough had no omens to speak of. He simply stumbled and bumped his way into the Sea Gazing Realm.

The old Real Person stroked his beard and smiled, “Your junior brother’s appearance and bearing will eventually…”