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**The Azure Dragon’s Respite**

Upon the slopes of Lesser Dragon’s Fall, the ancestral mountain, a ridge twisted like a jade scepter.

Beneath the gnarled boughs of an ancient pine, Situ Mengjing, a celestial of the Great Dragon’s Fall, settled into meditation, his mind certain of Chen Ping’an’s imminent arrival. Huang Ting, bored, had summoned Linghu Jiaoyu to share idle words, yet the maiden dared not disturb the repose of Dragon Beard Immortal, her Grand-Uncle Master of the Upper Sect, no matter what Huang Ting asked. She merely nodded or shook her head, lest she interrupt his sacred contemplation.

As a disciple from the lower mountain, she knew well the tales whispered of the Great Dragon’s Fall, the miracles and mysteries of the immortals who graced its peaks. The legends of the Dragon Beard Immortal were endless: friend to Zhou Shenzhi, the Old Sword Immortal of Middle Earth’s Ten; guest at the Green God Mountain feast in Bamboo Sea Grotto-Heaven; confidante to a flower goddess of Hundred Flowers Blessed Land; and, during travels to Upside-Down Mountain, rumored to have debated the Dao through a snowy night with a high-ranking immortal of White Jade City, dwelling within Water Crystal Palace, one of the four private residences there and being close to the Rain Dragon Sect’s Fairy Yunqian. He was also a kindred spirit to the Ascended cultivator who called himself “Master of Thirty-Seven Peaks” upon the Snowy Continent, an old god who had affectionately dubbed him “Young Dragon Beard Friend” even when their cultivation differed vastly…

Situ Mengjing completed a cycle of his spiritual energy, opened his eyes with a gentle gaze upon the girl, and spoke: “Fushuo, would you journey with me to the Great Dragon’s Fall? My junior brother, Suspended Bell, plans to take disciples. I would be glad to recommend you.”

To be addressed by one’s childhood name by a senior cultivator was a sign of kinship and approval, a token of affection.

Linghu Jiaoyu rose swiftly, yet her heart recoiled from the thought of Great Dragon’s Fall. Unable to voice her true feelings, she stammered, her unease plain.

Situ Mengjing smiled, making a calming gesture with his hand. “Do not fret. If you do not wish to go, you shall not. Should you desire to travel to Middle Earth in days to come, send a sword letter to Cloud Abode in Great Dragon’s Fall.”

Cloud Abode was, in truth, the Dragon Beard Immortal’s mountain hermitage.

In the maiden, he saw echoes of another, a faint reflection that tugged at memory.

Linghu Jiaoyu bowed her head in gratitude.

Then, without warning, the celestial from Middle Earth rose. “Situ Mengjing of Great Dragon’s Fall, greets Lord Chen of Fallen Peak.”

A figure in azure, a blade hanging at his side, descended from the cliffs like a leaf on the wind, a wry smile upon his face. “Chen Ping’an of Fallen Peak, greets Dragon Beard Immortal.”

Behind him strode a retainer in a yellow cap and blue shoes, the end of a green bamboo staff tapping upon the stone.

Only recently had Situ Mengjing received a missive from Great Dragon’s Fall, penned by the Mountain Sea Sect.

Tung Leaf Continent had grown insular, once arrogant, believing no land could compare to Middle Earth; now, they possessed neither the inclination nor the strength to look beyond their shores.

The message within the missive, the celestial found difficult to believe.

Linghu Jiaoyu stood alongside her master, bewildered. Fallen Peak? Lord Chen? She had never heard of such a place. Perhaps her world was simply too small.

A stone table, four benches.

The Dragon Beard Immortal, the temporary host, Huang Ting, and the two unexpected guests.

Linghu Jiaoyu moved to relinquish her place to Lord Chen’s attendant.

But the youth with the green bamboo staff smiled. “Lady Linghu, remain seated.”

Situ Mengjing extended a hand towards Chen Ping’an, his other hand tucked within his sleeve. “Be seated.”

As Chen Ping’an settled, he inquired, “What is your will, Dragon Beard Immortal, that you summoned me?”

Situ Mengjing smiled wryly. “You are said to emulate Old Scholar’s ways, as he writes; your cunning is clear.”

The celestial was gaunt of face, with a flowing beard. He appeared a poor hermit of the hills. Great Dragon’s Fall, nestled within Middle Earth, possessed the fortune of two celestials and coffers overflowing with wealth, yet remained but a second-tier sect. The breadth of Middle Earth was boundless, beyond comprehension. In other continents, a single celestial could make a sect “top-tier.” Yet, within Middle Earth, the gap between second-tier and first-tier was nigh insurmountable. Did the mountain harbor an Ascended Being?

Situ Mengjing abandoned any pretense. “Lord Chen is well acquainted with Lesser Dragon’s Fall, and undoubtedly overheard my conversation with Huang Ting. Tell me, Lord Chen, what is your counsel?”

Chen Ping’an evaded the query. “If memory serves, Great Dragon’s Fall, including this lower branch, has known no new Jade Purity in over two centuries.”

Presently, only one Jade Purity cultivator remained in Great Dragon’s Fall. Master Suspended Bell, the sect’s Law Enforcer and junior brother to the Sect Master and Situ Mengjing.

There were, to be sure, older Nascent Soul cultivators, such as Lin Huizhi, stationed upon the lower mountain.

Quan Qingqiu possessed promise, a potential to ascend to the Upper Five Realms, although she was a struggle to deal with. The dilemma facing the Great Dragon’s Fall’s Sect Master and Ancestral Hall was clear.

Situ Mengjing was ill-suited to serve as Sect Master; Suspended Bell, the Law Enforcer, possessed a tempestuous nature. Thus, who would lead Great Dragon’s Fall upon the eventual passing of the Sect Master? What would become of the sect’s three-thousand-year legacy? How would it endure within Middle Earth?

A Nascent Soul cultivator as Sect Master? A ludicrous notion.

Situ Mengjing nodded. “One must anticipate future troubles, even if distant.”

Chen Ping’an smiled. “Even if your fortunes wane, so long as the Dragon Beard Immortal remains, your fate will be better than those sects that lose their ‘Sect’ title. The worst that will occur is gossiping laughter from the outside world.”

The life of a sect depends upon the presence of Jade Purity cultivators.

The Confucian Temple grants a grace period of three hundred years. Should no Jade Purity cultivator arise within that span, the sect would be stripped of its title.

But with Situ Mengjing, the young celestial, and his junior Suspended Bell, Great Dragon’s Fall would not fall so far even should the Old Sect Master pass away.

Linghu Jiaoyu listened intently, and her eyes went towards the azure clad guest.

This Lord, with his smile and final statement, seemed… irritating.

Huang Ting watched Chen Ping’an, who sat back, entirely relaxed.

She was struck by fate, but his was steel.

In Lotus Flower Blessed Land, Chen Ping’an was little in cultivation but he fought against all odds.

They did not even need to consider Ding Ying, who was “Unbeatable.” Zhou Fei and Lu Fang would cause anyone grief.

In the Five Colors World, Huang Ting had traveled to Ascended City, where she heard the local sword cultivators voice that they did not have neutral feelings towards the Final Hidden Official.

Chen Ping’an considered the Go board upon the table. “Therefore, if the Dragon Beard Immortal were to purge the ranks, removing two Nascent Soul cultivators from Lesser Dragon’s Fall would cripple them, harming those close while benefiting your enemies. You might even risk losing this continent’s outlier. It would be agonizing to destroy even the Lesser Dragon’s Fall.

Situ Mengjing was silent.

Chen Ping’an raised his sleeves to show two fingers, as if he were holding a piece. He placed a black piece upon the board, causing a rush of winds, as everything shook in the form of a small grotto heaven.

Then, with the other hand, he placed a white stone that calmed the situation. “Truths are seldom pleasant. Easy to swallow wisdom is no wisdom at all.”

In the Merit Forest, Chen Ping’an had read many books, and asked about more things with Xi Ping.

He knew much about Jade Gui Sect, Tung Leaf Sect, and Thousand Jade Sect of Three Mountains Blessed Land.

Even the younger venerators of Great Dragon’s Fall would be surpassed by the secrets and sins known to Chen Ping’an.

Situ Mengjing narrowed his eyes and said, “These are high and marvelous pieces. Not even my master nor Han Jiangshu could continue.”

Situ Mengjing lifted his gaze. “Lord Chen is no less skilled than Cui, the strategist.”

Each life had destiny. Where was mine? Tonight the stars shone faintly, and as the young swordsman placed his pieces, Situ Mengjing could barely glimpse two wisps of starlight, drawn from the heavens by decree, descending upon the board.

It seemed that Chen Ping’an fit Heavenly Will, and vanquished the old game.

Xiao Mo stood behind her master, without a facial expression. The Cui Sect Lord was told about the game and spent time figuring out the best moves to be placed, cursing the players for their lack of skill.

Situ Mengjing asked, “Is Lord Chen a geomancer?”

Swordsmen, martial artists, talismans.

Chen Ping’an chuckled. “Is it likely?”

Situ Mengjing sighed. “How did you know about Lin Huizhi and Quan Qingqiu?”

Linghu Jiaoyu’s expression paled.

Chen Ping’an smiled. “Let’s just assume?”

Situ Mengjing smiled. “Then I’ll just listen.”

Chen Ping’an stood and gazed to the distance, at Quan Qingqiu’s garden. “The Dragon Beard Immortal will soon know the answers.”

Situ Mengjing said, “The manner of their punishment is for our sect to decide.”

On Chen Ping’an’s visit to Heart Peak, Situ Mengjing felt a killing intent that swept Lesser Dragon’s Fall.

Chen Ping’an gazed towards Situ Mengjing without saying anything.

Xiao Mo smiled. “If Great Dragon’s Fall does not know how to act, do not try to teach our young master.”

Chen Ping’an said, “It is the affairs of Great Dragon’s Fall. We are fortunate to assist with this.”

Xiao Mo nodded. “Whatever you say.”

Situ Mengjing sighed and stood. “Great Dragon’s Fall will offer great rewards if you can remove this threat.”

Chen Ping’an walked to the cliff and touched his sword.

The breeze touched his hair as Chen Ping’an smiled towards the garden. “This is all simple to resolve.”

Few in this world knew something.

Chen Ping’an of Fallen Peak.

Xiao Mo, the Listed Venerator, a High Ascended Sword.

The Chief Venerator Jiang Shangzhen, a celestial.

The Sect Lord Cui Dongshan, a celestial.

The Keeper Chang Ming, a celestial.

The servant of the tavern, a High Ascended Heavenly Devil.

The chief Venerator, Mi Yu, a Jade Purity sword.

The steward, Zhu Lian, a Peak mountain martial artist.

The apprentice Pei Qian, a Threshold level martial artist.

The Outer World joined forces with fists can sweep half a world.

The Great Li was once a continent.

But Chen Ping’an was half a continent.

Chen Ping’an said, “Have Quan and Chief Zhang come here.”

Quan Qingqiu and Zhang Liuzhu soon arrived.

Quan Qingqiu did not know the person in blue.

But Zhang felt his hair stand on end when he saw the person’s back.

Chen Ping’an turned. “Long time, Chief Zhang.”

Zhang trembled, and swallowed.

It had only been a few days. He and Tai Yuan had enjoyed the pleasure and pain of the experience, and the beauty that was provided. The man had provided much, and the women had provided much as well. It was all ruined by this sword celestial. Ever since the event, he was always smiling, grateful to be alive.

Jiang Shangzhen had taken the stone that was his, and with it, all of his bad luck.

Little did Zhang know, that his stone was one of the Lanyandui.

If he had known, he could have sold it for three hundred Valley Rain Coins!

Chen Ping’an looked at the Yuan Ying with the fishing pole and asked, “Quan Qingqiu?”

Quan looked to the master who did not give a response. “I am Quan. How do I address you?”

Chen Ping’an smiled. “Just an outsider. I knew another cultivator with the same name. We had much to talk about.”

A celestial demon was once imprisoned in the place of Old Deafy, named Qing Qiu.

Quan did not understand, and wondered what the outsider was doing in front of his master.

Chen Ping’an asked, “Did you find out the identity of the seventy six demons in the garden?”

A garden with demons. Zhang Liuzhu presided, but the administration fell on a Golden Elixir and a Jin Shen marital artist. They constructed arrays to prevent escapes.

Quan looked to the master and felt anger that the world had been taken over. “Everything has been investigated with the validation of the demons. There are detailed records of everything, with no errors, that the Academies can use.”

There was a Dragon Gate and a few Cave Dwelling demons. He could have killed them all if he wanted.

Chen Ping’an moved and arrived in the air.

The moon shone and reflected off the blade.

The man was hunched.

An aura filled the world.

The demons saw their ancestral lines and knelt.

The demons who did not know the man recognized the sword that belonged to the mad man of the Sword Qi Wall.

He was faceless, but he was also a part of the Wall.

Chen Ping’an squinted and looked at one place. “I found you.”

His location was well hidden.

If not for Xiao Mo’s wind and rain talismans, he would not have succeeded.

Chen Ping’an stepped out and gripped the head of the “lower level demon” and sliced him apart.

At the same time, Xiao Mo placed the soul into a sword and spoke with Chen Ping’an.

It was Quan Qingqiu and Lin Huizhi.

The demon was a Nascent Soul, but it had a good origin.

It was injured in the battle and had returned near Lesser Dragon’s Fall to heal.

The demons, even though feral, did not dare to approach the Hidden Official of Sword Qi Wall.

After all, he faced the Dragon Monarch.

Chen Ping’an replaced his blade. “General Cheng, would you like to move? There are many marital artists in my territory. Lesser Dragon’s Fall owes me a favor and will not object.”

Cheng Mi smiled. “It is nice here. This reminds me of the days of war.”

At the top of the Confucian Temple there was a war general.

The general was born into a noble family and abandoned it all for the army, where he spent his days among the sands.

His capital was the city without moon, because the lights had never been turned off.

Those who must be taken will not be. What seems momentary becomes permanent. Where there’s no home, there’s a new home.

But other than his family and soldiers, Cheng Mi’s longing was for a small restaurant.

A bowl of mixed noodles with garlic, hot peppers, and oil.

Chen Ping’an departed.

Cheng Mi clenched his fist.

Zhang Liuzhu did not follow Chen Ping’an.

He needed to calm his nerves.

After stabilizing, the Yuan Ying said, “Do you want to know who he is?”

Cheng Mi smiled.

“Seeing noble men is like coming home.”

Zhang Liuzhu was speechless. Cheng Mi had his way with words despite being rugged.

Cheng Mi stopped. “What word were those demons saying?”

Zhang Liuzhu mocked, “They were just talking like animals. I can’t understand them.”

Chen Ping’an returned to the pines.

Situ Mengjing had just finished talking to Xiao Mo, and the celestial’s relief was mixed with sadness.

Situ Mengjing sighed and said, “I thank the Hidden Official on the behalf of Great Dragon’s Fall.”

Situ Mengjing smiled. “I have a distant relative who admires you and is hoping for your visit if you visit Streaming Sunset.”

Chen Ping’an did not reply.

He knew who Situ Mengjing was talking about. A Jade Purity named Situ Jiyu in Streaming Sunset. Chen Ping’an had drunk with him many times. He was bad at drinking and had poor character. Chen Ping’an would be gracious if he did not have to hurt him.

Chen Ping’an brought Xiao Mo back to Immortal Capital Mountain.

Xiao Mo said goodbye and left in a ray of sword light. Guo Ran was an immortal of the Iron Tree Mountain, and he had seen all kinds of swordsmen because his master had brought them home due to the circumstances.

During one drunken night, The Fire Dragon Saint, who was “The greatest fire and second greatest lightning”, had used the forgotten art of water.

Guo Ruotin knew about swordsmen due to his defeat.

The swordsmen were so great that they were comparable to the sun and moon.

Tan Yingzhou asked, “Master, what’s wrong?”

Guo said, “That Xiao Mo is a great sword celestial.”

Zheng Youqian laughed. “Hidden Official is always surrounded by those.”

Tan Yingzhou laughed. “What do you know?”

Zheng was speechless.

At the still-to-be-built ferry, Zheng noticed a young man in white and a young woman watching over the place.

Zheng Youqian said, “Brother Cui, Senior Pei.”

The Hidden Official was his senior, but since he was of a later generation, calling them senior was appropriate.

Pei Qian smiled and nodded. “Nice name.”

Cui Dongshan said, “Zheng Youqian, remember to call Senior Pei first the next time you see her.”

Everyone would be charged anyway.

Tan Yingzhou asked, “Are you Zheng Qian?”

She quickly said, “Grandmaster Zheng!”

Pei Qian smiled. “You can just call me Senior Pei.”

Zheng Youqian said, “I ran into the Hidden Official. He said that he was going to go visit Lesser Dragon’s Fall. I think he’ll be back soon.”

Tan Yingzhou glared. “He just said that he was visiting. Stop adding things!”

Zheng Youqian sighed. “The Hidden Official is mine… Whatever. I won’t argue with a woman.”

Two rays of sword light left Lesser Dragon’s Fall. The swords were lit by moonlight, with ten thousands of peaks below.