Falling Phoenix Mountain, at the mountain gate.

Chen Lingjun glanced around, and when he was sure no one was watching, he stealthily pulled out a flask of wine. With a flick of his wrist, he produced two neatly stacked wine bowls, tossing them to the newly appointed gatekeeper across the table.

A young man in blue robes and a youthful Daoist sat facing each other.

One had his feet propped up on a long stool, the other had taken off his boots and sat cross-legged.

Chen Lingjun leaned forward, stretching his arm to clink bowls with the young Daoist, who downed a large gulp of wine, laughing heartily, “Just going through the motions, just going through the motions.”

Chen Lingjun asked, “Brother Immortal Guard, you don’t feel like guarding the gate here is a loss of face, do you? If you’re not happy, just say the word, and I’ll transfer you back to Riding Dragon Lane. Anyway, it’s easy to talk to Old Chef, it’s just a small matter for me.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, quickly, penalize yourself with a bowl,” Immortal Guard raised his chin. “Don’t you know what kind of person I am, Old Brother Jingqing? I can’t hide what’s on my tongue, I can’t hide what’s in my heart, I’m just straightforward, and I’ll never compromise myself. If I didn’t like being here, I would have packed my bags and gone back to Riding Dragon Lane already.”

According to Chen Lingjun, Immortal Guard had been promoted from a mere handyman at the Riding Dragon Lane Herb Shop to an outer disciple of Falling Phoenix Mountain, which, even if it wasn’t a meteoric rise, wasn’t far off. He had heard that the first gatekeeper of Falling Phoenix Mountain was a fellow named Zheng Dafeng. Afterwards, Mountain Lord Chen’s favorite disciple, Cao Qinglang, Lu Baixiang’s direct disciple, Yuan Lai, and even Lord Zhou, the Right Protector of Falling Phoenix Mountain, had all served here. If the Right Protector hadn’t gone on a long journey, this kind of good fortune would never have fallen upon Immortal Guard.

Now this heavy responsibility had fallen upon Immortal Guard’s shoulders, and of course, it was the result of Old Brother Jingqing’s strong recommendation.

Without Old Brother Jia in charge of the Riding Dragon Lane Herb Shop, it really wasn’t as interesting anymore. Coming here, with no one meddling, was quite comfortable.

Actually, at first, Immortal Guard also felt bored, but by sheer accident, Immortal Guard had discovered a treasure trove in Zheng Dafeng’s residence! A true boundless sea of knowledge.

Now, not to mention rainy or snowy weather, even if knives were falling from the sky, Immortal Guard could stand motionless at this mountain gate.

Immortal Guard felt a bit indignant for his brother, “The establishment of the Lower Sect is such a big deal, why didn’t the Mountain Lord call you over?” But before Chen Lingjun could find a reason, Immortal Guard answered his own question, “That’s right, that’s right, there must be a pillar of support on our Upper Sect’s side, otherwise the Mountain Lord would definitely be worried. Such a large fortune, it wouldn’t be good if thieves targeted it. Consider what I said as a mistake, I’ll penalize myself with a bowl.”

Chen Lingjun burst into laughter, raising his wine bowl high, “When brothers are of one mind, their strength can break gold. With the two of us guarding the gate, Master can rest assured!”