My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Yun Songzi stood at the entrance of the village, looking up at the wooden plaque.

The three characters "Cai Shen Zhai" were carved on an old elm wood. Exposed to wind and sun, the paint peeled off, and the characters became somewhat blurred.

Couplets were pasted on the wooden pillars on both sides of the plaque, but the red paper had faded to a pinkish-white color, and the characters were no longer legible.

It's a very ordinary village.

It was no different from the mountain villages he passed through.

Yun Songzi stood at the door, hands behind his back, his white hair blowing in the wind and fluttering over his shoulders.

The leopard was released, and in the moment of relief, the beast paused for a moment, then darted into the forest without looking back, running even faster than it had come.

He didn't care; he had just grabbed it casually, and he would just put it away after using it.

Lu Yang stood behind him, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Senior, you really need to think this through."

Yun Songzi didn't turn around: "What, are you afraid I'll expose your master's true colors?"

Lu Yang shook his head, wanting to say, "I'm afraid your Dao heart will be shattered," but he swallowed the words back.

He had witnessed the Immortal Master's abilities and knew that although this old man was powerful, he was still far inferior to the Immortal Master.

But it would be too hurtful to say it aloud, so he was embarrassed to say it.

"Let's go." Yun Songzi stepped through the village gate.

Lu Yang followed behind, looking at the white-haired figure from behind, and sighed inwardly.

He tried to persuade them, but they wouldn't listen. What could he do?

Yun Songzi walked slowly, each step steady, as if he were measuring the land.

Passersby didn't seem to notice the two of them.

His spirit had long since dispersed, silently sweeping across the entire village. Every road, every house, and every person here was within his perception.

Until he "saw" A'luo's house at the west end of the village, there was a jujube tree in the yard, and a person was sitting under the tree.

The person was in a rocking chair, eyes closed, as if asleep.

The bluish-gray Taoist robe had faded from washing, and the cuffs and hem were somewhat worn.

The shadow of the jujube tree fell on him, swaying back and forth.

White steam billowed from the teapot spout, thin and white, rising as high as the jujube branch before dissipating in the wind.

Yun Songzi paused for a moment.

He couldn't see through this person.

His divine sense swept over and touched the person's body within three feet, but it was like a drop of water falling on a stone slab and sliding away.

It wasn't blocked, it slid open.

He tried several times, and it was the same every time.

He felt a slight sense of unease, but quickly suppressed it.

It's possible that the person was carrying some kind of protective magic artifact, or perhaps they were practicing a special cultivation method.

This is nothing.

He continued walking forward.

Lu Yang followed behind him, his heart pounding faster and faster as he watched the courtyard gate draw ever closer.

He took a deep breath and was about to call out "Immortal Master" when a voice came from inside first.

"Lu Yang, you've brought guests here. What are you standing there for at the door? Hurry up and bring them in."

The voice was neither loud nor soft, but rather calm and even.

Yun Songzi paused again.

His outstretched divine sense failed to detect any sound emanating from within.

He didn't sense anything unusual before the man spoke.

That's impossible.

His divine sense covered the entire courtyard, and he could perceive every movement within it.

Before the person spoke, there was no warning—no inhalation, no opening of the mouth, no preparatory movement.

It was as if those words had appeared directly in his ears, not coming from the outside, but rather arising from within himself.

Yun Songzi frowned slightly.

In the courtyard, Shen Zhaoyue was practicing her swordsmanship.

She's not the kind of person who can stay idle; she feels uncomfortable if she doesn't practice her knife skills for a day.

When she heard Ye Qingfeng's words, her knife stopped.

She didn't see anyone at the door, nor did she hear any footsteps.

But she didn't hesitate at all.

Having followed Ye Qingfeng for so long, the first thing she learned was not to question.

If the immortal master says there are people, then there are people.

She took a step forward, landing in front of Ye Qingfeng, crouching slightly, holding the knife horizontally in front of her chest, her gaze sweeping towards the courtyard gate.

The entire set of movements was clean and crisp, with no unnecessary actions or sounds.

The gate was still closed, and nothing could be seen through the crack.

Shen Zhaoyue didn't relax; she kept her ears perked up, paying attention to the movements outside the door.

Yun Songzi stood outside the door, looking at the closed wooden door.

His intuition told him that a woman was standing behind the door, holding a knife.

He was just a mere martial artist at the Marrow Refining Realm; he couldn't possibly harm him. Since the owner of this place had already discovered him, there was no need to hide anymore. He dispelled his concealment and was just about to push open the door.

The courtyard gate suddenly creaked open by itself.

Shen Zhaoyue's knife was pointed directly at him, its blade gleaming with a faint, cold light.

She looked at the white-haired old man with a cold and unwavering gaze.

Lu Yang peeked out from behind the old woman and winked at her: "Officer Shen, it's me. This is Senior Yun, who saved my life on the way."

Shen Zhaoyue did not sheathe her sword, but simply pressed the tip of the blade down slightly.

She glanced at Lü Yang, then at Yun Songzi, and finally at Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng was still lying in the rocking chair with his eyes closed.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the jujube leaves, dappling his body in patches.

His expression was calm, with even a faint smile on his lips, like a leisurely person lying in his own yard sunbathing, completely unaware that an uninvited guest had arrived at the door.

"Come in," Ye Qingfeng said with his eyes closed.

Yun Songzi walked into the courtyard.

He didn't look at Shen Zhaoyue, nor at Lü Yang; his eyes were fixed on the person lying in the rocking chair.

Yun Songzi stood about two zhang away from the rocking chair.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his white hair fluttering in the evening breeze, his gray-white robe clinging to his body.

"Are you Lü Yang's master?" His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear.

Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes and glanced at him.

That glance was calm, without scrutiny or scrutiny, just a single look.

Then he looked away and asked Lü Yang, "You're back?"

Lü Yang nodded quickly: "You're back, Immortal Master."

Ye Qingfeng then looked at Yun Songzi: "And who is this?"

Lu Yang quickly introduced, "This is Yun Songzi, the leader of the Misty Hidden Sect. I encountered a giant snake in the forest, and it was Leader Yun who saved me."

Ye Qingfeng nodded and said to Yun Songzi, "Thank you."

Yun Songzi did not respond.

He stood there, looking at Ye Qingfeng, his gaze carrying something indescribable.

This person does indeed have a somewhat otherworldly and ethereal air about him.

Lying in a rocking chair, drinking tea, basking in the sun, doing nothing, yet commanding respect.

But that doesn't mean anything.

In the mountains of the Ten Thousand Mountains, there are many people who put on airs.

"I heard from Lü Yang that you are incredibly powerful and omnipotent," Yun Songzi said calmly. "I am unworthy, but I would like to learn a few tricks from you."

Ye Qingfeng looked at him without saying a word.

Lu Yang watched from the side without saying a word, only shrugging helplessly.

Ye Qingfeng was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, as if he found the matter somewhat amusing.

"Want to learn from you?" he asked.

"I'll learn from you," Yun Songzi said.