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

The excitement of the grand festival gradually subsided in the afternoon.

After the offerings were distributed and the ashes in the incense burner were swept clean, the statue of the Ginseng God sat upright back in the temple, smiling as if to say that he had finally completed his task for the year.

In the open space in the center of the village, several children were picking up firecracker debris. They squatted on the ground, picking up the pieces one by one, competing to see who could collect the most.

The old man sat under the eaves, basking in the sun, dozing off, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth without him even realizing it.

The young people were packing up their stall, moving tables, and carrying chairs, working up a sweat.

In Aro's yard.

The leaves of the jujube tree rustled gently in the wind.

Ye Qingfeng sat at the table, with a sheet of Xuan paper in front of him and a brush in his hand.

These were all borrowed from A Luo.

He is drawing.

But the painting depicts himself.

Lu Yang came out of the house, ready to practice his sword, and saw the immortal master sitting next to the stone table, the tip of his pen slowly moving across the paper.

He paused for a moment, then leaned closer to take a look.

An outline has already been drawn on the rice paper: a man in blue robes and a Taoist robe, standing with his hands behind his back.

The eyebrows and eyes weren't finished yet, only a few light strokes of ink, but the expression was already there—head slightly tilted back, a slight smile on the lips, as if looking at a very, very far place.

After looking at it for a while, Lü Yang couldn't help but ask, "Immortal Master, what are you drawing this for?"

Ye Qingfeng didn't look up, his pen lightly tracing the folds of his robe on the paper. His voice was neither loud nor soft, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"Leave something behind."

Lü Yang was even more confused.

He scratched his head, squatted down, rested his chin on his hands, and looked at the painting.

The immortal master in the painting stands there, his robes fluttering, his eyebrows and eyes indifferent, as if he is about to step out of the paper, or as if he is about to ascend to the heavens.

"Immortal Master, what use is there for this thing you've kept?"

Ye Qingfeng quickly finished drawing everything, except for the eyes.

But he stopped at that moment.

She looked at Lü Yang with a smile.

"It's incredibly useful. This is a visualization diagram. Although it can't improve your cultivation, it can enhance your profound and mysterious comprehension. However, ordinary visualization diagrams have minimal effects, barely better than nothing. If you visualize a pine tree, you'll be a pine tree your whole life, never going far. If you visualize a yaksha, you'll be a yaksha your whole life, never rising above your station."

True visualization involves contemplating true great beings, true immortals, and true saints. Their very existence contains the great Dao of Heaven and Earth, the ultimate principles of the universe. Contemplating them will yield twice the results with half the effort.

But how many people in this world have actually seen a true immortal? And how many can capture the likeness of an immortal and leave it for posterity?

Lu Yang's heart suddenly started racing.

He looked at the painting, at the person in the painting standing with his hands behind his back in a blue Taoist robe, at the unfinished eyebrows and eyes, and at the faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

His hands began to tremble, not from the cold, but from excitement.

Ye Qingfeng didn't say anything, but then he finished adding the last part of the eyebrows and eyes.

At that moment, the portrait began to appear ethereal, and the lines seemed to move, each frequency seemingly containing the ultimate truths of the universe.

To be honest, even without Lü Yang's belief, Ye Qingfeng's visualization drawing alone could enhance one's comprehension.

Because he himself is an immortal, and is part of the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

The higher one's cultivation level, the stronger the effect. Lü Yang's belief in it only amplified the amplification effect.

However, he did not leave this visualization diagram on a whim.

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

The teapot spout was still emitting thin, white smoke, rising as high as the jujube branch, before being blown away by the wind.

Soon, an hour had passed.

The others gradually returned to the courtyard.

Lu Yang, unusually, began to wield his sword, his movements seemingly chaotic yet possessing a certain charm.

However, for some reason, his gaze kept glancing at Ye Qingfeng, who was resting with his eyes closed.

Miao Gui leaned against the jujube tree, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep, or perhaps deep in thought.

Shen Zhaoyue, holding the knife, leaned against the door frame, looking at the people in the courtyard.

The chubby baby squatted in A Luo's arms, holding half an apple in both hands, his mouth full of juice.

A Luo looked down at him and wiped his mouth with her sleeve. The chubby baby looked up, smiled at her, and revealed two rows of tiny teeth with apple bits still stuck to them.

A'Luo smiled too, but there was something indescribable in that smile.

She held the chubby baby tightly in her arms.

Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes, glanced at the chubby baby, then at A Luo, picked up his teacup, took a sip, put the cup down, and spoke.

"What's your decision about that matter?"

The chubby baby was engrossed in eating an apple when he heard this. He paused for a moment, looked up, and apple juice dripped from the corner of his mouth onto his red bib.

He blinked, looked at Ye Qingfeng, then at A Luo, then lowered his head and continued eating his apple.

A'Luo took the apple from his hand, wiped his mouth with her sleeve, and whispered, "The Immortal Master is asking you a question."

The chubby baby lowered his head, his hands clasped together, and remained silent.

After a while, he muttered softly, "I don't want to be a mountain god."

Aro was stunned for a moment.

She thought he would agree. Being a mountain god would be great; there would be a temple, incense offerings, and people to worship him. It would be much better than following her around the village, hiding and running away.

But he refused.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Ye Qingfeng glanced at the chubby baby, said nothing, picked up his teacup, and slowly took a sip.

He didn't ask why, nor did he offer any advice.

Then he asked Aro.

"And you? Whatever you want, as long as it's within my power, I'll give it to you."

A Luo was stunned for a moment, then looked up and quickly waved her hand: "Immortal Master, I...I don't want anything."

It's an honor for you to stay here; I'm so grateful, how could I possibly accept anything?"

As Lü Yang brandished his sword, he couldn't help but interject, "A'Luo, if the Immortal Master is asking you a question, just answer it. The Immortal Master is incredibly capable; he can do anything."

Miao Gui nodded, unusually agreeing, "Yes, A Luo, don't be shy."

A'Luo lowered her head and looked at the chubby baby in her arms. The chubby baby also raised its head and looked at her curiously.

A Luo thought for a moment, looked at Ye Qingfeng, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Immortal Master, the child doesn't want to be the mountain god, so I won't force him."

But it's too dangerous for him to be alone in these mountains. The villagers don't know he's a precious medicine, but outsiders do.

Those who practice corpse-driving, spirit-walking, witchcraft, and shamanism, if they knew there was a radish spirit in the village, they certainly wouldn't let him go.

She lowered her head, looking at the chubby baby in her arms, her eyes reddening. "Immortal Master, could you... could you take him with you?"

Upon hearing this, the chubby baby raised his head, looked at A Luo, then at Ye Qingfeng, pursed his lips, and didn't cry.

Lu Yang stopped swinging his sword, looked up at A Luo, then at the chubby baby, and said nothing.