The wind-powered ferry, a marvel of woven reeds and enchanted sails, drew nigh to Immortal Ascension Mountain.

Indeed, the Immortal of Ironwood Mountain, known by the Daoist title “Dragon Gate,” had traveled the myriad leagues surrounding Immortal Ascension, only to find a land scarred and broken, a canvas of ruins begging for rebirth.

With a sigh that stirred the wind, he rode the breeze back to Snowy Peak, finding his disciple, as expected, perched upon the railing of the viewing platform, engaged in idle chatter with Zheng Youqian.

As the old saying goes, daughters tend to stray – Tan Yingzhou was, predictably, teasing Zheng Youqian, saying, “You’re useless at everything, but finding Little Master-Uncle? You’re the best!”

Indeed, those senior disciples, himself included, were, to many Ironwood Mountain cultivators, uncle-masters and aunt-masters of considerable standing.

Dragon Gate, loath to embarrass his disciple, subtly alighted upon the roof ridge. Such consideration from a master was a rare virtue.

For he was no mere mortal, but an Immortal, and not of the common sort. Where even the ghost-immortal Yu Jin saw only mist, Dragon Gate could discern the truth with a single glance.

Take, for example, Cloudrise Mountain and Silkspan Mountain, forming a trinity with Immortal Ascension. Dragon Gate pierced their veils of illusion, reading clearly the inscriptions upon the stone steles atop their peaks.

Cui Dongshan, with a step that spanned mountains and rivers, appeared beside him, chuckling, “Dragon Gate Daoist has keen eyes.”

Dragon Gate smiled faintly. “I could not restrain my sight. Forgive my trespass.”

Cui Dongshan waved a hand, dismissing the apology. “Such words are needless between us.”

Dragon Gate surveyed the landscape, unable to suppress a note of admiration in his voice. “The art of shaping mountains and stones is a discipline in itself, demanding a mind with valleys and ravines as deep as any painter’s. Moving hills and diverting rivers to create a harmonious scene is simple enough, but to weave them together seamlessly, in accordance with the Grand Dao – that is true artistry. Even here, upon Snowy Peak, the earthworks, pathways, flora, and the very smoke-wreathed air, though seemingly rough-hewn, possess a subtle perfection. With time, a touch of ancient wood transplanted here and there, a careful balance of density and sparsity, these slopes will become a truly wondrous landscape.”

“Dragon Gate Daoist flatters me,” Cui Dongshan responded.

He scratched the back of his head, grinning. “For sheer grandeur, I cannot match the old blind man of the Ten Thousand Mountains. And for intricate detail, a certain old cook on my Fallen Phoenix Mountain is the true master.”

Dragon Gate could only chuckle wryly.

It was akin to praising a man’s verse, only to be met with the claim that he paled in comparison to Bai Ye and Su Zi.

How was one meant to respond?

Cui Dongshan gazed into the distance, where the wind ferry was about to dock. With a clap of his hands, he slid down the roof ridge, landing gracefully beside the viewing platform.

Both Zheng Youqian and Tan Yingzhou addressed the white-robed youth with the same title: Sect Master Cui.

Cui Dongshan nodded to the girl, then turned to Zheng Youqian, chiding him, “Why ‘Sect Master’? Call me Little Senior-Brother!”

Zheng Youqian promptly corrected himself.

In the presence of the amiable and witty Sect Master Cui, Zheng Youqian found himself feeling remarkably at ease.

With a farewell, Cui Dongshan transformed into a streak of white, soaring towards the wind ferry.

Upon seeing Liu Jinglong and White Head, master and disciple, Cui Dongshan greeted them with a smile, “Sect Master Liu, Brother White.”

White Head, relieved to see Cui Dongshan without a certain someone in tow, sighed in relief. He clasped his fist in respectful greeting, for once abandoning his usual familiarities. “Sect Master Cui.”

Cui Dongshan then bowed deeply to Liu Jinglong. “Sect Master Liu, your journey must have been tiresome.”

Liu Jinglong returned the bow.

News of Mi Yu’s sudden seclusion had already reached Snowy Peak by flying sword.

Cui Dongshan inquired with a voice only Liu Jinglong could hear, “When will Sect Master enter seclusion?”

Liu Jinglong replied honestly, “It is difficult to say.”

Cui Dongshan, of course, felt a great concern.

If ever the Master needed aid in the Azure Sky Domain, aside from the Master’s wife, it would undoubtedly be Liu Xianyang and Liu Jinglong who would offer assistance without hesitation.

Perhaps Zhang Shanfeng as well, though the disciple of Crawling Peak seemed in no hurry to advance his cultivation.

As he led the group off the ferry, Cui Dongshan paused, rubbing his chin. Could it be that a happy accident was unfolding?

His own Azure Lotus Sword Sect.

Liu Xianyang’s Dragon Spring Sword Sect, Liu Jinglong’s Grand Emblem Sword Sect.

And then there was the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect and the Floating Duckweed Sword Lake?

Five sword-wielding sects.

But at that moment, Cui Dongshan was curious. Where was Zhang Shanfeng?

Tan Rong, the Law-Keeper of Cloud Grass Hall of Mount Pu, was already at Immortal Ascension Mountain, and upon learning that her Mountain Lord had exchanged blows with Chen Yin’guan and successfully ascended to the Realm of Returning Purity from the Qi Vigour stage, she clasped her fists in congratulations. “Congratulations, Mountain Lord.”

It was indeed a joyous occasion, for a martial artist to reach the Boundary Realm required innate talent, strong bones, and an opportunity that could not be missed, and it was even more difficult to break through the Vigour stage, Returning Purity, and Divine Arrival.

Ye Yunyun nodded. “This is thanks to the hand that Immortal Chen lent, and I myself will repay this great kindness, not Pu Mountain.”

Anyway, she would serve as a visiting steward of Immortal Ascension Mountain. Since she was a Jade Purity cultivator, she would certainly have the chance to return the favor.

Tan Rong recalled a secret affair and asked, “How did a direct descendant suddenly appear in the ancestral hall for no reason?”

It turned out that a black-clothed youth, calling himself Cui Wanzhan, had become the newest direct disciple of the Cloud Grass Hall under Tan Rong’s secret arrangement in a way that was not too eye-catching. It was said that Cui Wanzhan was a pure martial artist in the Sixth Realm.

Tan Rong had previously received a secret letter from Ye Yunyun, and although this law-keeping patriarch was confused, she could only do as she was told. Such a thing was not in line with the ancestral hall’s rules.

When she arrived at Immortal Ascension Mountain Snowy Peak, Tan Rong realized that the youth was the first Sect Leader of the Fallen Phoenix Mountain Lower Sect.

Ye Yunyun shook her head. “Don’t ask.”

Tan Rong glared and asked a question, really thinking that I, the Law-Keeper of Pu Mountain, am just a decoration?

“There will always be a day when the truth comes to light. Law-Keeper Tan might as well wait and see, anyway, it’s not a bad thing.”

Xue Huai quickly helped to smooth things over and said with a smile, “It’s just that Sect Leader Cui took such a strange pseudonym, Cui Wanzhan?”

Ye Yunyun thought for a while, “It seems that there is a famous Boundary martial artist in Golden Armor Continent with the nickname Han Wanzhan?”

Tan Rong had to suppress the doubts in his mind for the time being and nodded. “I heard a mountain friend say that his real name is Han Guanghu. He is the leader of the Golden Armor Continent martial artists and a town general of a dynasty with brilliant military achievements. Han Guanghu can be considered one of the people in charge of the war that destroyed the mountains and rivers of a continent. He is very good at arranging troops. In the end, he and the ‘Sword Immortal Xu Jun’ who was born in the air stopped the mad Wanyan Lao Jing. I heard that Han Guanghu was seriously injured as a result and his realm fell, so he failed to participate in the Confucian Temple discussion.”

Xue Huai sighed, “He is also a hero.”

The consequences of a pure martial artist’s realm falling are greater than those of a cultivator.

Tan Rong suddenly realized, “Is that the Han Guanghu who assisted and deposed six emperors?”

It’s no wonder Tan Rong was ignorant. Tong Leaf Continent was already poorly informed, and the Cloud Grass Hall of Pu Mountain was known for not liking to inquire about things outside the mountain.

Even the northern neighbor of Treasure Bottle Continent, at most, the cultivators on Tong Leaf Continent had only heard of some mountains. The Vermillion Shining Dynasty with more sword cultivators in the southernmost Old Dragon City, and the God Decree Sect, which belongs to the Bai Yujing Three Meridians Daoism together with Mount Taiping, and the long-standing Yunlin Jiang Clan, were probably completely at a loss.

The only cultivator whose name was known was probably the rebellious Head Student of the Literary Saint, the Embroidered Tiger, Cui Chan.

As for the Dali Dynasty martial artist, Song Changjing, it wasn’t until he reached the Boundary that Tong Leaf Continent began to hear about him.

Tan Rong suddenly took out a mountain and river report from his sleeve and slammed it heavily on the table in front of him. “Mountain Lord, tell me, besides Sect Leader Cui’s affair, how many other things are you hiding from me?”

Xue Huai maintained a straight face and tried his best not to laugh. Law-Keeper Tan was in a bad mood today.

Tan Rong pointed to the report and said angrily, “Why hide such a big thing from me? I am really a law-keeper!”

He received a mountain and river report from the Peach Garden Villa of Peach Leaf Ferry, and Tan Rong only knew about it through his friend when he came to Immortal Ascension Mountain.

In general, the reports given by a sect-level immortal palace in Haoran world are very particular. There are many unwritten rules in this, even some extremely important exclusive news. Other mountain and river reports will not copy it, because if you encounter a talkative sect, they may turn a blind eye, but if you encounter someone with a bad temper, they will directly scold you, and even question you. It’s not impossible, for example, in North Ju-Lu Continent, the number of times that the ancestral hall was unstable due to such small things cannot be counted on both hands.

Ye Yunyun was at a loss and reached out to grab the report in her hand, quickly browsing through it. She reached out and rubbed her eyebrows. “Tan Rong, whether you believe it or not, I just learned about the things in the report. If you hadn’t brought this report, I might have still been kept in the dark even if I attended the opening ceremony of the Fallen Phoenix Mountain Lower Sect and became a visiting steward of the Azure Lotus Sword Sect.”

Xue Huai was suddenly very curious and asked his master for the report, suddenly widening his eyes, his expression solemn, and his heartstrings instantly tightened.

Tan Rong looked at the two people’s expressions that didn’t seem to be fake. “Mountain Lord, Pu Mountain can no longer be ignorant of the world in the future.”

Ye Yunyun nodded. “Mirror Flower Water Moon and Mountain and River News will be handed over to you to handle in the future. If you need people, I’ll give you people. If you need money, I’ll give you money.”

Tan Rong asked in a low voice, “How did Immortal Chen do it?”

Previously, in Pu Mountain, from the first glance he saw Chen Ping’an, Tan Rong admitted that he had not been dismissive at all, but he did not expect that he had underestimated him.

Ye Yunyun looked at her own law-keeper. It was me who went to the Barren World. Are you asking me?

Tan Rong couldn’t help but sigh. “For such a feat, even if I, an outsider, just look at the newspaper and think about it, my Dao heart will be unstable.”

Xue Huai took the newspaper and browsed through it twice, deeply agreeing with Law-Keeper Tan’s heartfelt words.

Hidden Official leads, Lu Chen accompanies.

The first person in the colorful world, Ning Yao, the old sword immortal Qi Tingji who carved words on the city wall, the criminal officer Hao Su, and the great sword immortal Lu Zhi.

This kind of formation…

This trip successfully killed two flying realm demon kings, one of whom was the chief disciple of the Toppling Moon Mountain Great Ancestor.

Traveling together, they instantly swept a corner of the ancient battlefield, easily destroyed the Sect-Character White Flower City, made a big fuss in the Cloud Pattern Dynasty, interrupted the highest fairy hairpin city in the world, fought with the throne demon queen Scarlet Concubine, dragged the E-Luo River, opened the Toppling Moon Mountain with their swords, moved the bright moon glow to the Azure Sky World, and Bai Yujing Zhentian himself came to welcome this round of bright moon…

Not to mention doing it one by one, these are all things that I dare not even think about.

Even Xue Huai felt a little regret.

I only hate that I am not a sword cultivator.

Tan Rong asked, “Mountain Lord, if Immortal Chen puts aside his swordsmanship and fights Wu Shu with his pure martial arts, who will win?”

Xue Huai was also very curious about this matter. Since his master had already lost, then in terms of boxing skills alone, the only one in Tong Leaf Continent who could compete with Mountain Master Chen was Wu Sheng Wu Shu.

The martial artists in the world who have reached the Boundary Realm are different from the great cultivators on the mountain. Every thousand years, there are those “good years” and “bad years”, and the differences are obvious. The total number of ten-realm martial artists does not fluctuate much. Apart from Central Earth Divine Continent, the remaining eight continents are evenly distributed, and each continent has about two martial artists. Some people who are fond of statistics have roughly calculated the number of people, the so-called bad year of the world’s martial arts, the number of Boundary martial artists in eight continents has never been less than 14, and even in a good year, it will not exceed 20.

In the North Ju-Lu Continent, Gu You of the Da Zhuan Dynasty and Jian Xian Ji Yue of Ape Cry Mountain died together a few years ago.

So now the martial arts masters of the three eastern continents, in addition to Chen Ping’an and Pei Qian, there are also Dali Song Changjing, Lion Peak Li Er, Wang Fu-Su, Wu Sheng Wu Shu, and Pu Mountain Huang Yiyun.

Ye Yunyun obviously had a plan in mind for a long time and unhesitatingly gave her own conclusion. “If it’s just a question of who is better at boxing, Wu Shu wins, but if it’s a life-and-death fight, Chen Ping’an will live.”

Tan Rong smiled. “It’s okay, anyway, Immortal Chen is now half a Tong Leaf Continent person.”

Xue Huai wanted to echo it, but Ye Yunyun was already annoyed. “Have some shame!”

Xue Huai immediately nodded. “It’s inappropriate. Mountain Master Chen may not be happy to admit this statement, and besides, if this statement is spread out, Tong Leaf Continent will lose face.”

The Fallen Phoenix Mountain only chose Tong Leaf Continent as the location for the Lower Sect, and Chen Ping’an, as the Upper Sect Lord, still had his household registration and genealogy in Treasure Bottle Continent.

Tan Rong glanced at Xue Huai, who had defected at the last minute, and said with a smile, “Fence-sitter, you fall with the wind.”

The old general Yao Zhen was working on a military book. In addition to summarizing the gains and losses of his life’s battles and the records of training soldiers, he also wanted to sort out the martial arts insights of the Yao clan’s generals from generation to generation.

The old man had been in the army all his life, so he should leave something for the Daquan Dynasty.

This mansion was probably the only residence on Snowy Peak that used the mountain’s “earth dragon” technique. The earth’s energy was warm and the climate was like that of early spring.

Therefore, there was no need for a brazier in the house, and there was no need to wear thick cotton clothes or fox fur.

Yao Xianzhi knocked on the door and limped to the table.

The prefect had just received an intelligence report from Mirage City and gently placed it on the table. “Grandpa, this Yu Clan Dynasty is a bit interesting. The old emperor hasn’t left yet, and the Ministry of Rites has already secretly started something. As soon as the crown prince Yu Linyou ascends the throne, they will immediately change the year number to Shenlong First Year. It seems that Lu Bilong, the Guardian of the Dynasty from Jicui Temple, discussed it with the Qin Tian Supervisor. As expected of the Yu Clan Dynasty, which is closely related to Old Dragon City, they know how to plan.”

The old general smiled. “It can’t be considered as burning cold stoves in the officialdom. I’m just afraid of getting a hot face on a cold ass, but it won’t be counterproductive.”

The new East Sea Water Monarch is Wang Zhu, who is the only true dragon in the world. The Yu Clan Dynasty’s use of the year name “Shenlong” is obviously an undisguised show of goodwill.

I just don’t know if the legendary flying realm female cultivator in Treasure Bottle Continent will appreciate this.

The old man picked up the intelligence report and glanced at it. “The current Crown Prince of the Yu Clan is quite good, with General Huang Shanshou wholeheartedly assisting him. There is a Jicui Temple in the capital, and there is also a Green Seal sect on the mountain. They have also established a relationship with Old Dragon City in the north. When the new emperor is replaced, the national power will rise. It is the general trend.”

Yao Xianzhi curled his lips, obviously not feeling good about the Jicui Temple and the Green Seal Sect. When a war breaks out, they run faster than rabbits and learn the turtle technique, shrinking their heads when they should shrink their heads.

The old man folded the intelligence report again and returned it to his grandson, saying softly, “Don’t look down on these people who don’t take face seriously at all. On the one hand, it’s easy to make things worse if you provoke them. On the other hand, you have to admit that many things can only be done by true villains and hypocrites, but gentlemen can’t do them.”

Seeing that Yao Xianzhi was still a little unconvinced, the old man sighed. “What defeats morality is not better morality, but some scandalous unofficial histories. Often, hundreds of thousands of words of hard work cannot be compared to a few hundred words of erotic novels.”

Yao Xianzhi looked depressed, because he thought of His Majesty the Emperor. Many private erotic books are still banned. Fortunately, compared to the “grand occasion” when almost every literati and elegant person had one back then, it has calmed down a lot after the great war. You must know that when it was most excessive, even the officials on duty in the Hanlin Academy would read these things. The books were just changed with a cover.

Yao Zhen smiled. “The officialdom is not like academic research. How to use gentlemen and villains is a great knowledge. The person who uses it best can be called ‘peak of perfection’, or maybe it’s Chen Ping’an’s eldest brother. Otherwise, you wouldn’t think that the civil and military officials of Dali are all selfless gentlemen and pure Confucians, right? Are they born capable officials?”

Yao Xianzhi rubbed his chin. “If I could be like Mr. Chen and have such a resourceful brother, tsk tsk.”

The old man shook his head. “You’re just talking without pain in your back. In fact, it’s very stressful to have such a brother. Not to mention that your brother is an embroidered tiger, like the Wind Thunder Garden in Treasure Bottle Continent. Do you believe that if Liu Baqiao didn’t have his brother Huang He, he might be a Jade Purity sword immortal now? Once Li Tuangjing leaves and he takes over as the garden owner, he won’t be able to catch his breath. If he slackens in practicing his sword at all, But because there is a Huang He, Liu Baqiao has lost the kind of courage to move forward. I believe that the reason why Huang He went to the battlefield in the Barren World, besides the fact that he really wanted to practice his sword there, was also to give Liu Baqiao some pressure.”

A family, a sect, is generally like this. When someone is too eye-catching, the rest of the people are inevitably overshadowed. Others either become lazy and enjoy the shade under the big tree, or they easily lose their motivation.

For example, their Yao family is not the same.

Yao Xianzhi tentatively asked, “Grandpa, are you really not going to persuade Mr. Chen anymore?”

If Grandpa really made up his mind and tried his best to persuade Mr. Chen to serve as the national teacher of the Daquan Dynasty, I wouldn’t dare to say that it would definitely succeed, but there was still some hope after all.

The old man shook his head and smiled. “It’s a thief to be old and not die, and it’s even more annoying to act like an old man. Do more things that make people beautiful and less things that are difficult for others.”

Yao Xianzhi knew that Grandpa had made up his mind, so he didn’t say anything more.

Unexpectedly, the old man smiled and said, “Besides, what’s the use of that false name? If Daquan really encounters any difficulties, do you need to say hello to Immortal Ascension Mountain? I don’t think so.”

Yao Xianzhi praised, “Ginger is still old and spicy.”

The old man picked up his pen again and wrote a book, laughing softly, “Life has a hundred flavors, none of them can be without salt, and none of them can be without spice.”

Just now, he was writing about the selection of generals. After chatting with his grandson, he suddenly thought of a sentence and wrote the words “be firm and not reckless”.

The old man only wrote a few words, then put down his pen again and turned to look out the window.

Oh, heaven, be firm and upright, purely refined. The clouds move and the rain falls, the world is peaceful.

Maybe there are always some truths that may be the same as they were ten thousand years ago, and they will still be the same ten thousand years later.

Huang Ting wore a hibiscus Taoist crown, carried a long sword, and leaned on the railing to look at the new ferry outside the mountain.

Beside her stood her friend, the shopkeeper of the Ink Line Ferry, Yu Fushan.

Yu Fushan趴趴 leaned on the railing and smiled, “This Immortal Ascension Mountain, the family business doesn’t seem to be very big.”

There is only one Immortal Ascension Mountain, although there are also several peaks that are suitable for cultivation, and it can probably support five or six earth immortal cultivators to open up residences and dojos, but for a sect, it still seems to have some poor mountains and rivers.

Huang Ting was a little absent-minded and wandered thousands of miles on his own.

Yu Fushan asked, “Girl Huang, who is the guy who helped us connect with each other? How can he let you serve as the chief guest?”

That mysterious raincoat guest, Yu Fushan really can’t see the depth of the other party’s Taoism, but he can be on guard against thieves.

I’m always worried that this guy will have something to do with his favorite Girl Huang.

He is a formidable enemy.

Yu Fushan learned that Huang Ting had gone to the Colorful World, and that she was now a Jade Purity sword immortal. Therefore, Yu Fushan was very ambitious about the reconstruction of Mount Taiping. Even if he had to sell everything he owned to get an ancestral hall jade token from Mount Taiping, he would be willing and would not frown.

As an ancient Fushan fish and a Nascent Soul cultivator, his cultivation path is very different from that of ordinary cultivators. Unfortunately, the threshold for walking the river and turning into a dragon is too high. He didn’t dare to act rashly before, because because of his origins, once he walks into the water, he needs to “carry the mountain” to walk. The higher the rank of the mountain, the better. This involves an extremely dangerous battle for mountains and rivers, so there will inevitably be some storms in the future.

Moreover, success is not guaranteed with just one walk in the water. Just like the loach in the buried river of Daquan in the early years, it was blocked time and time again by the water goddess of the buried river?

Therefore, there are not many choices for the upper five realms of demon clan cultivators in Haoran world. One is to be like the Moving Mountain Old Ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain and serve as the guardian of the immortal palace, or to take refuge in a wealthy family like the Yunlin Jiang clan to obtain a genealogy identity, otherwise they can only escape to Inverted Hanging Mountain like Madam Tuoyan in Plum Blossom Garden to find a stable dojo. Therefore, Yu Fushan’s earliest plan was to travel to Aihai Continent and find Wei She to see if he could be valued by this old immortal who was respected and become the master of a mountain. Wei She has the nickname “Master of Thirty-Seven Peaks”, and several mountains, including Lianri Peak and Worship Moon Mountain, have long been famous in Haoran, and demon clans cultivate in them.

Huang Ting didn’t care about Yu Fushan’s thoughts of taking advantage of her with words, but just reminded him, “In this Immortal Ascension Mountain, remember to restrain your temper, be careful in your words and actions, and don’t take your realm too seriously.”

Yu Fushan joked, “I’m also an old Nascent Soul cultivator, and with this great foundation, can’t I walk sideways in this Immortal Ascension Mountain?”

Huang Ting couldn’t help laughing, “Is the Nascent Soul Realm great?”

Walking sideways? If you’re not careful, you’ll be walking sideways.

Yu Fushan didn’t take his realm seriously at all, but just wanted to chat with Girl Huang more, so he continued to find something to talk about, “Could it be that there is some hidden master in Immortal Ascension Mountain?”

Yu Fushan glanced at the woman’s smiling face. It’s so beautiful.

It’s so beautiful that it can overthrow cities and countries, no wonder I fell in love at first sight.

Unfortunately, Girl Huang can get his heart, but may not be able to get his body.

Seeing a figure returning to Snowy Peak from a long journey, it was the foreign cultivator named Guoran.

Huang Ting then asked, “Iron Tree Mountain, have you always heard of it?”

Yu Fushan couldn’t help but laugh, “Even if I’m deaf, I must have heard of Iron Tree Mountain.”

If taking refuge in Wei She is a good choice, then for these demon clan cultivators, Iron Tree Mountain in Central Earth Divine Continent is a holy land that they yearn for.

The Sect Leader Guo Outing, Taoist title “Youming.” This flying realm great cultivator is rumored to have once split open the Yellow Spring Road with a single knife. Even though Youming is a different path, he still successfully killed a ghost immortal on the road to the underworld and retreated unscathed. Guo Outing’s combat power is so high and his killing power is so great that even old flying realms like Nan Guangzhao cannot compare to him. Fire Dragon Master once joked that it was fortunate that there was only one realm between immortal and fourteenth rank.

Unfortunately, Tong Leaf Continent’s news was too closed in the early years, and the strange people and strange things about Iron Tree Mountain in Central Earth only contained some old calendars.

Yu Fushan was just a shopkeeper at an immortal ferry, which was just a refuge and not even a small retreat in the city.

There are two places in the world that he must go to in the future.

In addition to Iron Tree Mountain, which “doesn’t bloom”, there is also Bai Emperor City in the Colorful Clouds.

Huang Ting continued to ask, “Have you seen the little girl named Tan Yingzhou?”

Yu Fushan nodded, “I’ve seen her a few times. There’s always a little demon by the little girl’s side. I advised the two children a few times, but don’t wander around outside like this, it’s easy to get into trouble.”

Now the world is peaceful in Haoran world, but for these demon spirits from mountains and swamps, it is a real chaotic world. It’s good if their realm is high. If they register in the academy, they can get a guide and a talisman, but those demon clan cultivators below the earth immortal realm, especially those below the lower five realms, are now like mud in the crotch. If it weren’t for the fact that the mountain chief of Dafu Academy is Cheng Longzhou, and the three academies will soon give a clear law, otherwise the local demon clan in Tong Leaf Continent, regardless of whether they have opened their minds and cultivated, it is estimated that only one out of ten will survive.

Yu Fushan is a restless person and likes to go out and wander around. He has already visited all the peaks of Qingping, Zhenxian, and Snowy, and he is very familiar with the two children, Tan Yingzhou and Zheng Youqian.

“According to Iron Tree Mountain’s genealogy ranking, the little girl only needs to call Guo Outing her grand master.”

Huang Ting revealed the secret to Yu Fushan, “Do you think it’s easy for Tan Yingzhou to get into trouble when traveling outside the mountain?”

It is indeed easy to get into trouble, but it is those who provoke the little girl.

Yu Fushan’s face was shocked and he couldn’t believe it, “What?!”

That little girl is Guo Outing’s grand disciple?

He just realized that he was so close to Iron Tree Mountain?

Huang Ting nodded. “Tan Yingzhou’s master, who you said had a badly named Daoist title, Guoran, is actually Guo Outing’s little disciple. He is not the earth immortal realm you mistook him for, but a real immortal. He once joined forces with Sword Immortal Cao Xi in South Suo Po Continent to guard the Sea Suppression Tower. He has made a lot of contributions in the Confucian Temple. As for his killing power, to put it bluntly, it is no more difficult than crushing a Nascent Soul realm to death with a single finger.”

Yu Fushan swallowed.

He quickly thought carefully to see if he had any inappropriate words or actions. Fortunately, he did not hook up with that Daoist title, Longmen, brother.

Huang Ting asked, “What’s the name of Zheng Jizhong’s closed disciple in Bai Emperor City?”

Yu Fushan was immediately envious, “It seems to be a heavenly genius, the madman Gu Can. It is said that he came from Li Zhu Cave Heaven in Treasure Bottle Continent. I don’t know how he became Mr. Zheng’s direct disciple. He is really blessed.”

Yu Fushan didn’t dare to be like Huang Ting and call Guo Outing and Zheng Jizhong by their names. He didn’t have Huang Ting’s temperament.

He doesn’t blame himself for being timid, because he is not a sword cultivator.

After waiting for a long time, he didn’t wait for Huang Ting’s words, so Yu Fushan had to ask cautiously, “Then?”

It’s impossible for Huang Ting to just bring up Gu Can, could it be that the little demon named Zheng Youqian has some origin with Bai Emperor City?

Yu Fushan’s eyes lit up and he reached out to stop Huang Ting from speaking, answering his own question, “I understand. Is this little demon the direct disciple of Bai Emperor City’s Glazed Pavilion?”

It must be!

Mr. Zheng of Bai Emperor City has a younger brother named Liu Daochun, who is the master of the famous Glazed Pavilion, and Liu Daochun is of demon spirit origin and is very famous.

He can be considered to have deduced it from one instance, right?

In general, there are some strange ways to verify whether Haoran cultivators are famous enough.

For example, those who have been scolded by Gu Qingsong, those who have been offended by Liu Daochun, those who have heard of Tong Leaf Continent, those who have participated in the Qing Shen Mountain banquet in Bamboo Sea Cave Heaven, and those whose names are on a shadow wall in the Daoist Hall of Inverted Hanging Mountain.

It is best not to provoke these cultivators. Gu Qingsong can scold, Liu Daochun dares to offend, in addition to the fact that both sides have extraordinary Taoism, each of them also has some reasons that others cannot envy.

One’s master is the Third Teacher of Bai Yujing. Although Lu Chen doesn’t recognize this senior disciple, the direct disciples that Lu Chen left in Haoran world, like Cao Rong and He Xiaoliang, are very respectful to Gu Qingsong, this unregistered senior disciple.

The other’s senior brother is Zheng Jizhong.

Let’s just say, why did the Heavenly Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain go down the mountain back then? Did he really need to carry the immortal sword “Wan Fa” and even carry the Yang Bin Shi Du Gong Seal with him?

To subdue demons? Liu Daochun is just a Jade Purity realm cultivator, and Heavenly Master Zhao Tianlai is a flying realm cultivator. Why bother to make such a fuss?

In the end, Zhao Tianlai, who had the sword and seal in his hand, was still reminding Bai Emperor City, or rather, reminding Zheng Jizhong, the demon sect giant who was Liu Daochun’s senior brother.

This poor Daoist is going down the mountain to subdue demons, so don’t make it to the point where I am forced to “exorcise demons” as well in the end.

Huang Ting shook his head. “According to the Confucian Temple’s literary lineage, Zheng Youqian is a serious Confucian student.”

Yu Fushan asked in confusion, “Then why are we talking about Gu Can?”

Huang Ting suddenly didn’t want to say more, “You’ll understand everything at tomorrow’s celebration. By the way, after the celebration, we don’t have to rush to leave this place. You can go with me to the Jade Fall Shoal of the Green Clothes River to listen to Mr. Xiao Mo’s sermon.”

Yu Fushan asked, “Sermon? Who?”

The word sermon has a very important meaning in the mountains, especially when Huang Ting says it.

Huang Ting smiled, “He’s older than you, his realm is higher than yours, and his knowledge is wider than yours.”

Yu Fushan hesitated for a moment and nodded, “I’ll listen in to see if this person’s Taoism is really high.”

Huang Ting just smiled it off.

She remembered a strange thing. In Little Dragon Pool, when Chen Ping’an went to the Wild Garden, the demon-revealing mirrors, which were used as mountain and river restrictions, shattered on the spot.

Similarly, in the Snowy Peak residence, the old woman Qiu Du of the Scales River and the girl Hu Chuling were sitting on a mat woven from reeds and cattails.

According to the mountain’s rank, the grass mat is just a spiritual weapon. It is warm in winter and cool in summer, and the wealthy generals and ministers can afford it. There are four mat weights placed around the grass mat, which are four small and exquisite red gold walking dragons. They are slender in shape and lifelike. The dragon’s head has double horns, a long mouth and thin neck, and the dragon’s tail is hooked back. They are made of slender gold bars and chiseled with scales.

Qiu Du carefully took out some items and gently placed them on the grass mat.

Unlike this grass mat, these old collection of the Great Mars Dragon Palace can be said to be priceless.

The flood dragons who once controlled the flow of water in the world, as the masters of rivers, lakes, and seas, had countless treasures. Therefore, after the Dragon Slaying War, the ruins of the large and small dragon palaces and the broken secret realms became recognized as the two greatest opportunities on the mountain.

On the grass mat, there was a luminous pearl as big as a fist and two ancient mirrors with shimmering treasures.

There was also a bronze candlestick that could hold two candles of different heights at the same time.

Finally, there was a green whisk.

In addition, there were many “mediocre and cheap” treasures, but they had not been taken out yet. The old woman had put them in a portable item and a box-sized item.

The old woman looked kind and said softly, “Vinegar, if you like something, just pick two. I will give the rest to Immortal Ascension Mountain and Sword Immortal Chen as your apprenticeship gift.”

No matter what, they had to take advantage of the opportunity of tomorrow’s celebration to help Vinegar get an apprentice status with Sword Immortal Chen, even if she was not registered for the time being, it would be fine.

If that didn’t work, they would take a step back and let Vinegar take the Cui Sect Master as her teacher and become the direct disciple of a Sect Lord.

The girl stretched out a palm and rubbed it gently