The county schoolhouse of Huaihuang, classes dismissed, the day still young, children from wealthier families eagerly launched their kites into the sky.

After drinking tea and discussing various scenic wonders, Chen Ping’an, accompanied by Shao Yunyan and the Rouge-Cheeked Lady, set out for a leisurely stroll around Fallen Mountain.

Ascending the verdant hill, the white of the clouds mingled with the green of the trees, creating a scene reminiscent of paradise.

Unexpectedly, Shao Yunyan, finding an excuse, unchivalrously wandered off on his own, leaving the Rouge-Cheeked Lady flustered in the young Hidden Official’s presence.

As Chen Ping’an walked with her towards the summit, he produced a colorful knot resembling a copper coin and asked with a smile, “Do you recognize this?”

The Rouge-Cheeked Lady’s expression subtly changed.

This colorful knot was crafted from the combined essence of many Flower Goddesses from Hundred Flowers Blessed Land.

While not directly related to her, it held some significance. Back then, when the Rouge-Cheeked Lady was able to escape to Upside-Down Mountain, several Flower Goddesses of Hundred Flowers Blessed Land secretly lent their aid.

Hence, during the previous Wen Miao council meeting, the Rouge-Cheeked Lady had been particularly amiable towards Hundred Flowers Blessed Land.

Chen Ping’an put away the knot and said, “During your upcoming travels in the Central Earth with Sword Immortal Shao, could you deliver a message to Hundred Flowers Blessed Land? Tell them that I will bring this item when I visit the blessed land next time, and we can discuss its return in person.”

The Rouge-Cheeked Lady revealed a surprised look. Was the young Hidden Official gifting her a favor?

Like those imperial messengers who announced the success of scholars in the capital, would she receive a reward? But this… the delight of this gift far exceeded the joy of a scholar passing the imperial examination! Every Flower Goddess in Hundred Flowers Blessed Land would benefit. Thus, the Rouge-Cheeked Lady could well imagine what honored guests she and Shao Jingyan would be in Hundred Flowers Blessed Land in the future. No matter what Chen Ping’an and the Flower Lord discussed later, the Rouge-Cheeked Lady might even snag a guest elder position in Hundred Flowers Blessed Land. As an Upper Fifth Realm tree spirit transformed from a plum tree, how could she not yearn for Hundred Flowers Blessed Land? It was akin to how the native demon cultivators of Hao Ran regarded Iron Tree Mountain as a sacred ground, or how wandering cultivators dreamed of White Emperor City.

Chen Ping’an chuckled, “Consider this your reward for depleting over a century of cultivation at the Azure Plum Temple in South Pond Lake?”

The Rouge-Cheeked Lady smiled charmingly, “No problem!”

The ancestral hall for all spirits of plants and flowers was only one in the entire world.

Chen Ping’an crossed his hands in his sleeves and walked to the summit. “Mei Jing, that’s your name, correct?”

The Rouge-Cheeked Lady’s expression shifted, her smile becoming strained.

Mei Jing was the Rouge-Cheeked Lady’s true name, her demon name, recorded in the secret files of the Summer Retreat Palace.

To establish a plum blossom garden under the watchful eye of Dao Lao Er’s eldest disciple in Upside-Down Mountain, she had to reveal her true name.

Chen Ping’an said, “Returning to Hao Ran, a triumphant homecoming, wandering the lands, what are your thoughts?”

In Upside-Down Mountain, the Rouge-Cheeked Lady could only support puppets, serving as the hidden master of the plum blossom garden, not daring to leave.

Now, she was a nominal offering of the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect, recognized as a friend of Lu Zhi, a nominal guest elder of Fallen Mountain, and traveling with Shao Yunyan, there was no place in Hao Ran that she dared not go.

The Rouge-Cheeked Lady tensed, carefully considering her actions. Since vacating the plum blossom garden, handing it over to Sword Qi Great Wall, severing ties with that deeply hidden Ascended Realm great demon who went by the alias “Border,” choosing to actively follow Lu Zhi, and returning to Hao Ran together, serving as an offering in the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect founded by Qi Tingji in Southern娑婆洲… serving as guest elder for Yulong Sect not long ago… no matter how she pondered, there was no overstepping her bounds. Moreover, settling old scores in the style of G藤 Zen wasn’t this young Hidden Official’s way. If nothing else, Chen Ping’an was very forthright in his dealings.

Chen Ping’an said, “Humans have knots in their hearts, trees have scars. In your heart, Hao Ran, or rather, the cultivators of Hao Ran, especially those with lineage, are a scar.”

The Rouge-Cheeked Lady cautiously said, “I have already let it go. Hidden Official, you don’t need to worry that I will be relentless towards anyone here, causing unnecessary trouble for the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect.”

Years had passed, and few of the cultivators who had troubled her back then remained.

Chen Ping’an said, “Don’t reconcile with this world. Every so-called reconciliation is self-deception. A grievance is always a grievance, and it won’t diminish in the slightest.”

“Just my own opinion, be careful, secretive, and slowly dismantle this world. First, you must know what this world is all about, understand why many people say such things and do such things. Actually, the Rouge-Cheeked Lady is doing much better than before in this regard. When poor, rely on ruthlessness; when destitute, rely on endurance. As for whether the lower people who rise to become the upper people will take revenge on this world, whether they are single-mindedly retaliating against the malice of the past or repaying the kindness of some past deeds, or a combination of both, everyone has their own aspirations, and everything can be understood.”

Speaking of this, Chen Ping’an laughed, “Whether you are close to me or not, whether you can be called a friend, you don’t have to test me by throwing away a few orange peels. If it weren’t for Warm Tree needing to clean the house, and Warm Tree would definitely not let me do it for her, I wouldn’t bother with you.”

The Rouge-Cheeked Lady smiled in embarrassment, “Hidden Official, I was being superfluous.”

Chen Ping’an said, “Qi Tingji has his own ambitions, and they are great. He is also an extremely meticulous and rigorous person. In other words, he has a compulsion and a fastidiousness, but he has always hidden it well. He used to manage a family in Sword Qi Great Wall, and the environment was narrow, so he couldn’t reveal his nature and stretch his limbs. Now that he has become a sect and is dominant in Southern娑婆洲, this characteristic will gradually expand and manifest. Besides, in Qi Tingji’s eyes, you have a price tag. This is very unpleasant to say, and it also has the suspicion of speaking ill of people behind their backs, but I don’t want the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect to one day, because of you, because of something, cause Lu Zhi to fall out with Qi Tingji, and a good situation to be ruined. No matter what others think, I, in a sense, regard the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect of Southern娑婆洲 and the Azure Float Sword Sect of Tongye洲 as the continuation of Sword Qi Great Wall’s incense.”
Lu Zhi has her own pursuit in swordsmanship. Being distracted by sparring with others is not what she desires. She doesn’t like to overthink things and tends to strike heavily, easily leaving no room for error. The vast world has never wronged Lu Zhi, but you are her only friend. Once she lends you her sword, it will only be heavier. Lu Zhi doesn’t care much about the rules of the Confucian Temple, but in the next century, the Confucian Temple’s restrictions on grand cultivators will only become stricter. This is not alarmist talk. Just like myself, because of a certain scheme, I was mentally prepared for both the upper and lower sects to be sealed off by the Confucian Temple for a century. Then, I myself would have to be thrown by the Sage of Rites to accompany Liu Cha for sixty years, maybe a hundred years, practicing swordsmanship and fishing every day.

Shao Yunyan’s realm is not high enough. Although he is a Sword Immortal, he is not good at fighting with others. Moreover, his ambition is not to reach the peak of swordsmanship, neither in the past nor in the future.

If you ask me, our Sword Immortal Shao is the one who lives the most clearly. It’s better to have no wine after being drunk, and drinking water when thirsty is as sweet as dew. Being healthy in old age is carefree, and he can be a long-lived immortal in the world. He has completely understood these two principles: how to conduct oneself in the world and why to ascend the mountain to cultivate. Therefore, Shao Yunyan is also not suitable to stand up for you.

The flushed-faced Madam became more and more confused. Chen Ping’an, what exactly are you trying to say?

Chen Ping’an said, “After beating around the bush with you for so long, to put it simply, it’s just one sentence: the only one you can ultimately rely on is yourself.”

So, the principles, both positive and negative, large and small, are all said by you, Chen Ping’an, alone.

Hearing this, the flushed-faced Madam felt her heart turn cold, and wasn’t this adding another great grievance? Is this how you reason?

Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “I believe in Mei Jing now. Therefore, in the future, when you encounter problems, seeking help from Sect Master Qi Tingji may not be pleasing, and letting Lu Zhi come forward to solve them may be satisfying, but it’s easy to get out of hand after all. Even if Qi Tingji is willing to help clean up the mess, he won’t say anything to Lu Zhi, but you will definitely be given a hard time. So, you have to rely on yourself, such as writing a letter to Fallen Mountain and letting me know, guaranteeing that you’ll be there whenever you’re called upon.”

Chen Ping’an had only given such verbal promises to two people: his close friend Liu Jinglong, and the Mountain God of Sui Mountain, Zhou You. The latter was also because of his relationship with his own teacher. Chen Ping’an left a promise of “at your disposal” when he last traveled to Sui Mountain.

Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “Even if I am not in the mountain at that time, or even not in the vast world, causing me to be unable to arrive at the first time, I will also inform Zhu Lian and Cui Dongshan in advance, and treat your request as the top priority of both the upper and lower sects. Don’t worry, I will definitely let the person or sect that provokes you know what it means to ask for trouble.”

The flushed-faced Madam was stunned, and after she came back to her senses, she remained silent. She just performed a graceful curtsy towards the young Hidden Official.

A figure in a green robe stood leaning against the railing.

The flushed-faced Madam leaned on the railing. She didn’t need any makeup, and she was naturally charming, like plum blossoms tinged with rouge.

It seemed that if they didn’t talk about serious matters, there was nothing to talk about, and there was silence for a while.

She suddenly turned her head and asked, “Chen Ping’an, today when you talked to me, you first took out the colorful knot, then said my real name, then spoke of Sect Master Qi, Mr. Lu, and Shao Yunyan’s respective dispositions, and finally explained your original intention. Isn’t that also a kind of dissection of me?”

“Don’t make a good thing, a good word, sound so strange.”

“By the way, Chen Ping’an, what exactly is the scheme you mentioned earlier, that the consequences are so serious?”

“To deceive Yang Zhi, who has already been pardoned by the Confucian Temple, out and then kill him, and then wait to be caught by the Sage of Rites and imprisoned in the Merit Forest.”

The Distant Curtain Peak is adjacent to Yellow Lake Mountain. The flowing clouds reach this point, and the mountain is like a person slowly climbing up and then suddenly rushing down. In an instant, the sea of clouds pours down like a waterfall.

For the first time, Chen Ping’an personally supervised the construction of this Distant Curtain Peak, discussing the details with Zhu Lian.

Because of his frequent travels, almost all the construction, including Ancestral Mountain Fallen Mountain, was the responsibility of Zhu Lian, the great steward.

Chen Ping’an purchased many large strips of bluestone slabs, intending to pave the entire mountain road of Distant Curtain Peak with bluestone, and erect bamboo railings on both sides. There was bamboo everywhere in the mountain, so it could be obtained locally.

Every morning, he would also accompany Xiao Mili on a tour of the mountain, and then go to the Spring Treasury Account Room to accompany Wei Wenlong and Zhang Jiazhen to reconcile accounts.

After returning to the bamboo building, Chen Ping’an would personally reply to some invitations.

In addition to teaching Zhao Shuxia boxing, Chen Ping’an also practiced breathing exercises and swordsmanship.

Guo Zhujiu didn’t like to go to the Sword Worship Platform, but instead often wandered around the Immortal Herb Mountain. She was also often accompanied by a sable-hatted girl, instigating Guo Zhujiu to form a gang together.

Chen Lingjun would “close” himself for two hours every day, and then leave on time, either to the mountain gate to chat with Immortal Attendant Daoist, or to inspect Riding Dragon Alley. Brother Jia became the second steward of the Wind Kite Ferry, and he wasn’t home often, so he could only quarrel with the promoted white-haired boy. On the way back and forth, looking at the empty pavilion, Chen Lingjun felt a little uncomfortable that Bai Xuan, the little brat, was no longer setting up a stall to drink tea there. He thought about when to persuade Master to call Bai Xuan back, lest he be poached by the Big White Goose, and wouldn’t their Fallen Mountain lose a future general who could be of great use?

A good man who dared to fight to the death with Pei Qian was rare. Look at the White Head of the Taiwei Sword Sect, does he dare now? It is said that Bai Xuan, this child, has great promise, although he is young, he has lofty ambitions.

Chen Ping’an recently spent at least an hour every day teaching Zhao Shuxia boxing on the second floor of the bamboo building.

The first time he taught boxing, he just wanted Zhao Shuxia to see the inner meaning of the boxing method, and to see its profundity in his own small world.

The second time he taught boxing, Chen Ping’an still did not feed him punches, but in the house, he showed Zhao Shuxia what it meant to have a separate world. Chen Ping’an made a hand seal with two fingers, and the talisman array immediately appeared.
Within the second floor, twenty-four talismans materialized, corresponding precisely to the twenty-four solar terms of the year, from Beginning of Spring, Rain Water, and Awakening of Insects to Winter Solstice, Minor Cold, and Major Cold. With a wave of Chen Pingan’s sleeve, only two talismans remained within the room: Minor Heat and Major Heat. Instantly, the second floor became saturated with boxing intent, like the scorching heat of summer, causing Zhao Shuxia to break out in a cold sweat. When Chen Pingan plucked out Major Snow and Winter Solstice talismans, the room transformed into an icy, bone-chilling realm of boxing intent. Chen Pingan instructed Zhao Shuxia to assume his stance and deliver a full-force punch. Zhao Shuxia obeyed, and Chen Pingan casually brushed his hand, dissipating the boxing intent. He then selected Grain Rain and Frost’s Descent talismans. Zhao Shuxia punched again, only to find that his full-powered strike seemed to dissipate between them, as if an insurmountable distance separated him from his master’s position.

Chen Pingan did not dismantle the “mini-formation” created by the two talismans but instead had Zhao Shuxia stand against the wall. Then, Chen Pingan himself adopted a boxing stance. In an instant, the boxing intent within the room solidified into a flowing torrent, spreading out in all directions. The surging intent crashed against the walls, causing the entire bamboo building to tremble, and subsequently, the entire mountain began to resonate with mountain energy, and the sea of clouds was scattered.

Then, Zhao Shuxia was carried downstairs by Zhu Lian, who had been waiting in the corridor outside the door.

Zhu Lian, carrying the blood-soaked Zhao Shuxia, said, “Young Master, it’s impossible to fight! How about postponing the sparring session? What if the entire capital of Nanyuan Kingdom doesn’t get any snow this winter? How about next year? Or the year after!”

Chen Pingan chuckled, “Wouldn’t you know it, I’m a cultivator, and even more conveniently, I have all five elements of my natal properties. The snow issue is no problem. I can make it snow as much as I want.”

Zhu Lian said, “Then, shall I just concede?”

Chen Pingan smiled, “I advise you to save it. Don’t try to feign weakness here.”

He was not going to make the mistake of confidently feeding someone a punch, only to have his face smashed in.

Zhu Lian chuckled, “The Young Master shouldn’t have lent me that boxing manual.”

Chen Pingan laughed, “Trying to trick me into letting my guard down? Now you’re resorting to military tactics?”

Afterward, when he taught Zhao Shuxia boxing again, Chen Pingan, as the master, seemed to have finally adjusted his mindset, and Zhao Shuxia began to suffer.

Although there were no harsh words like Senior Cui’s, Chen Pingan’s fists and feet were not gentle for a Fourth Realm martial artist.

Practice makes perfect. Afterwards, because he had roughly determined Zhao Shuxia’s physical limits, Chen Pingan could guarantee nearly an hour of feeding punches.

That day, Zhao Shuxia, who had fainted again, was carried by Zhu Lian to soak in the medicinal bath.

On the first-floor corridor, Nuan Shu and Xiaomi Li looked at each other, both sighing softly, saying nothing.

In fact, Zhao Shuxia was slightly better than Pei Qian when she was a child. After all, Pei Qian would often bind her arms and fingers with wooden sticks and bamboo strips to copy books.

Chen Pingan stood silently at the crossroads for a moment before returning to the corridor to sit down. Nuan Shu was sewing cloth shoes, with a sewing basket beside her, wearing a thimble on her finger. Sewing shoe soles was both physical labor and required dexterity, drawing the needle and thread precisely. The little Nuan Shu was dexterous and focused, holding the shoe sole in one hand and pulling the needle and thread with the other, applying even force to ensure the cloth shoes were light and durable. A good pair of cloth shoes with their thousand-layer soles was not easy to sew well. Xiaomi Li had also pre-ordered two pairs of cloth shoes from Sister Nuan Shu. Originally, the Right Guardian wanted to pre-order twenty pairs directly, but she received a gentle tap on the head from Sister Nuan Shu. Never mind, it seemed that the strategy of asking for the sky and settling on the ground didn’t work.

Chen Pingan had agreed with them that they could come here to play every day at this time.

Nuan Shu and Xiaomi Li were sure to come, but Chen Lingjun found that there was nothing to talk about with the two little girls and often left after sitting for a while.

Recently, Chen Lingjun had been confiding in the Left Guardian of Qilong Lane. The Qilong Lane branch had newly established the position of Chief Guardian of Qilong Lane, and the diligent Vermilion-robed boy was promoted accordingly. He had been promoted.

Every once in a while, Pei Qian would send letters to Jise Peak, following the old rule of writing “For the Right Guardian, to be read and kept by Sister Nuan Shu” on the envelope.

Therefore, the Vermilion-robed boy’s promotion from Right Guardian to Chief Guardian of Qilong Lane was confirmed. When Xiaomi Li conveyed this good news at the mountain gate, the incense figurine first made a gesture of holding an imperial decree with both hands, then straightened his clothes with a solemn expression, and respectfully faced south, bowing three times in gratitude.

And the Left Guardian of Qilong Lane, what else could he do but continue to stay put?

Chen Lingjun was constantly furious with this fellow for not being ambitious. He was a lazy good-for-nothing that even he, Grandfather Jing Qing, couldn’t cultivate or promote!

The mountain was full of trivial matters, not tiring, but most capable of wearing down time. Therefore, Nuan Shu would come here to sew cloth shoes whenever she had free time, as a form of rest.

Carrying a bamboo basket and holding a mountain staff was a fashion started by the Old Master.

Now, wearing a green gown and a pair of thousand-layer-sole cloth shoes was also.

Therefore, Xiaomi Li, Chen Lingjun, and even the Immortal Wei Daoist, all had ideas.

In fact, Master Zhu had always liked to wear cloth shoes, but no one had noticed.

After all, when Pei Qian first learned that the Old Chef had once had the nickname “Young Master,” she almost laughed to tears. Xiaomi Li was a little better. In any case, for those few days, she just circled around the Old Chef, not saying anything, just staring intently. Nuan Shu was probably the most understanding one. Hearing Pei Qian laughing heartily in the house, saying things like “Young Master” and “Banished Immortal,” while Xiaomi Li was already rolling in laughter on the bed, Nuan Shu just blinked and pursed her lips, not laughing out loud.

When Xiaomi Li swaggered over to ask the Old Chef if he wanted a pair of cloth shoes, she started shouting as soon as she entered the gate. Zhu Lian, wearing an apron and holding a kitchen knife, walked out of the kitchen. As a result, Xiaomi Li lowered her head and saw cloth shoes, then looked up and saw a kitchen knife. Old and young, big eyes and small eyes, the scene was quite awkward at the time.

Nuan Shu lowered her head and gently bit off the thread, asking curiously, “Young Master, did you give away that paper origami swallow?”

The female Mountain Deity of Yanzhi Mountain in the Central Earth Five Peaks had once given away a paper origami black-clothed swallow at the Merit Forest, which could be regarded as an incense figurine. It only needed to be placed on the ancestral hall plaque or a beam, and the closer it was to a famous mountain, the more spiritual it would be.
Chen Ping’an smiled and nodded, “I’d be very reluctant, it would pain me to give it away, but giving it away would also set my mind at ease.”

Chen Ping’an leaned back, resting his hands behind his head, and crossed his legs, asking with a smile, “Nuan Shu, Xiao Mi Li, what do you think Cen Yuanji is pursuing so diligently with her fist practice?”

If Cen Yuanji was cultivating as a hermit on the mountain, such tireless effort might be somewhat understandable. From then on, the immortal and mortal realms would be distinct, pursuing the path to immortality, even if only achieving minor success, it could prolong life.

But she practices her fists so diligently every day, summer turns to autumn, winter turns to spring, year after year, rain or shine. Logically, she should have some idea and expectation, but it seems Cen Yuanji hasn’t said anything specific. It’s as if practicing fists is just practicing fists. Even someone as patient as Chen Ping’an would get so bored that he’d want to roughly calculate how many steps of the fist stance she’s taken, going up the mountain, down the mountain, and up again over the years.

Nuan Shu thought for a moment and said softly, “Mr. Zhu said she has her own self in her fists, Pei Qian said she wants to prove that women can also achieve great accomplishments in fist practice, Chen Lingjun said she… Everyone has their own interpretation. I think Sister Cen might just be doing something she truly loves. What others think of the outcome doesn’t seem that important, and perhaps the process itself is the best result.”

Chen Ping’an nodded, “I understand a little.”

Xiao Mi Li was originally lying on the green bamboo corridor, resting her chin on her hands, counting the passing white clouds outside the cliff, one, two, three. When the kind-hearted Mountain Master lay down, she immediately rolled over and rotated halfway, lying face up, imitating the Mountain Master, kicking her legs back and forth.

Chen Ping’an closed his eyes.

The last time there was a discussion in the ancestral hall of Jise Peak, it was because he hadn’t yet considered establishing a lower sect in Tongye Continent.

Chen Ping’an’s earliest plan was for Cui Wei of the Nascent Soul realm to preside over the Sword Worship Terrace, where nine sword immortal candidates would refine their swords and cultivate.

So when Sui Youbian suddenly requested to use the Sword Worship Terrace as her Daoist sanctum during the ancestral hall meeting, Chen Ping’an casually rejected the request with an excuse, saying that other sects have Golden Core cultivators opening peaks, but Fallen Mountain requires Nascent Soul realm cultivators.

As a result, of the nine children, Yu Qingzhang and He Xiangting became disciples of Yu Yue and left Baoping Continent.

Cheng Chaolu, He Gu, and Yu Xiehui, each becoming disciples of their own masters, who were all members of the Qingping Sword Sect’s ancestral hall, naturally changed their lineage and went to Tongye Continent.

Bai Xuan and Sun Chunwang, although they didn’t, also stayed in the cave abode on Secret Snow Peak to refine their swords.

In the end, only two young girls, Nalan Yudie and Yao Xiaoyan, truly remained on Fallen Mountain.

Moreover, Nalan Yudie, the little money-grubber, liked to follow her master, who served as Fallen Mountain’s law enforcer, on voyages across the three continents, carrying a notebook with her, recording any good ideas for making money whenever the wind kite ship docked at immortal wharves.

Chen Ping’an opened his eyes, sat up cross-legged, and sighed, “With the Qingping Sword Sect, it will be difficult for Fallen Mountain to increase the number of sword cultivators in the future.”

Xiao Mi Li sat up with him, nodding vigorously, “What should we do?”

Chen Ping’an reached out and rubbed her little head, “This clever little head, help me think of an idea?”

Xiao Mi Li nodded, folded her arms, closed her eyes, and furrowed her sparse, light yellow eyebrows.

Chen Ping’an didn’t disturb her and turned to ask with a smile, “Nuan Shu, among the vacant subsidiary mountain peaks, besides Yuanmu Peak, is there any place you particularly like? If there is, tell me, and I’ll save it for you.”

Currently, the vacant ten subsidiary mountain peaks are Gray Haze Mountain, Cinnabar Mountain, Azure Glow Peak, Sword Worship Terrace, Incense Fire Mountain, Yuanmu Peak, and Scripture Reading Ridge.

The three mountain peaks that were once leased out and then leased back, Treasure Talisman Mountain, Colorful Cloud Peak, and Immortal Herb Mountain, can now naturally be used as peak opening locations.

At Yellow Lake Mountain, the water dragon Hong Xia has already established a water mansion, and Nuan Shu and Chen Lingjun’s two Dragon King baskets are also being refined into a landscape formation there.

Among them, Yuanmu Peak had already been given to Li Baoping by Chen Ping’an.

That’s why the Pure Yang True Man previously carved a Taoist poem there.

If Jiang Qu hadn’t become Cui Dongshan’s direct disciple, changed his lineage, and gone to the Qingping Sword Sect, then as Fallen Mountain’s first talisman master in the strict sense, Treasure Talisman Mountain would be reserved for Jiang Qu when he successfully formed his Golden Core in the future.

At Scripture Reading Ridge, Lin Shouyi, Yu Lu, and Xie Xie, each had chosen a residence that caught their eye.

However, once they become Confucian gentlemen and sages, they cannot serve as lineage cultivators or honorary devotees of any immortal sect.

In the western mountains, there are still more than ten foreign immortal forces, such as the Yidai Peak under the Yellow Millet Sect.

Last time, Jiang Shangzhen spoke directly, saying that as long as the buying and selling parties were willing, there would be incense ties with those unfamiliar immortal abodes.

There is nothing in the world that a pile of Grain Rain Coins can’t solve, and if there is, just add more money!

If it were just this sentence, it wouldn’t be the style of Fallen Mountain’s Chief Zhou. The essence was in Jiang Shangzhen’s next sentence.

“As long as the Mountain Master speaks today, I will leave Jise Peak and knock on their doors. If there is even one immortal master who doesn’t happily move out of their mountain tomorrow, then I, the newly appointed chief devotee, will be considered to have not done things properly!”

In fact, during the ancestral hall meeting at Jise Peak last time, Wei Wenlong of Quanfu had already made it clear that Fallen Mountain had long since paid off its debts, and the so-called “slight surplus” on Quanfu’s books was actually 3,600 Grain Rain Coins in cash.

This doesn’t even include the 600 Golden Refined Copper Coins in the treasury!

Nuan Shu shook her head, “Master, I’m still in the Dragon Gate realm, not even Golden Core, far from Nascent Soul, no need to reserve.”

Moreover, the pink-skirted girl didn’t want to leave here, even if it was closer to Fallen Mountain, it was still not Fallen Mountain after all.

Chen Ping’an smiled, “Then there’s no rush.”

It seemed that the most common phrase the Mountain Master said to them was “no rush.”

Unconsciously, repeated it over and over.

Chen Ping’an continued, “A certain old man is different. He’s already worrying about whether to choose Gray Haze Mountain or Cinnabar Mountain. At Ox Horn Ferry, he even deliberately asked about it, trying to set a trap for me, but I didn’t take the bait.”

Nuan Shu frowned, then smiled, and continued to sew cloth shoes.