You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

"The Sword Immortal's Residence is now open!"

Someone shouted, their voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

This shout caused an uproar throughout the entire Nanshan Town.

No, could the previous rumors about a secret passage leading to Nanshan be true?

People on the street were stunned at first, and then some of them took off running, rushing towards Nanshan.

One moved, then the second, then the third, the fourth… More and more people poured out of the town, like a swarm of ants that had smelled blood, rushing headlong toward the mountain.

How many years have they lived in Nanshan Town?

Three years, five years, ten years?

Over the years, I've witnessed many movements of sword energy, but never before has it been as grand and imposing as today.

Seven-colored sword energy soared into the sky, visible for hundreds of miles.

If this isn't the opening of the Sword Immortal's Mansion, what else could it be?

Tong Daoren stood at the entrance of the inn, squinting as he gazed at the direction of the surging crowd.

"Disciple," he said, "let's go too."

Butterfly Prince was taken aback, then leaned closer and whispered, "Master, aren't you afraid this is a pig butchering scam?"

The Taoist priest glanced back at him and sneered.

"A pig butchering scam?" He raised his chin, pointing to the soaring seven-colored sword energy. "A pig butchering scam that can cause such a commotion, even if it really is a scam, it would be our own fault if we, master and disciple, died inside."

Having said that, he lifted his robe and strode out of the town.

Butterfly Prince was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

Qi Fei stood in the lobby of the inn, watching the crowd of people rushing out of the door. Instead of rushing over, he went back upstairs and packed his belongings.

When he shouldered his bag and walked out of the inn, the town was already mostly empty.

Qi Fei looked at the distant Nanshan Mountain.

The seven-colored sword energy still stood tall, its light shimmering and dazzling.

He walked in that direction.

What's the rush?

He didn't understand the situation at the Sword Immortal's residence, but he did understand that without food and water, he might die!

After leaving Nanshan Town and traveling south for more than ten miles, we were almost at the foot of Nanshan Mountain when the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased.

Groups of cultivators hurried along their way, some flying into the sky amidst swirling black clouds, some riding small beasts, and some moving with incredible speed, each displaying their unique abilities.

Only one person walked the slowest, strolling leisurely as if taking a walk.

That was a monk.

Qi Fei quickened his pace, and as he brushed past the monk, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.

Within the territory of the Great Yan, there are royal family cultivators stationed, the influence of Buddhism is not great, and temples are rare.

I've heard that in some far-off western countries, Buddhism is deeply ingrained, with temples everywhere and monks as numerous as the clouds. This person before me must be from there.

The monk's age was impossible to discern.

He looks like he's in his twenties, but also like he's in his forties; he's a monk.

Only cultivators possess this unique "vague age".

There was an indescribable composure in his eyes. He wore a patchwork robe, patched upon patched, yet it was spotless. Wearing it, he exuded an air of elegance.

Seemingly noticing Qi Fei's gaze, the monk turned his head and smiled slightly.

The smile was faint, yet it inexplicably made people feel comfortable.

"Benefactor," he said calmly, "if you keep looking at me, the opportunity at the Sword Immortal's Mansion ahead will be snatched away by someone else."

Qi Fei chuckled to himself.

"If it were really that easy to steal," he said, "why would they have waited in Nanshan Town for years?"

The monk paused slightly, looked up and carefully examined Qi Fei, his gaze lingering on his face for a moment before he nodded, as if confirming something.

"This humble monk is a Zen madman," he announced his name.

Qi Fei said smoothly: "Lin Bei."

The monk's expression changed slightly.

He stared at Qi Fei, his lips twitching: "This humble monk kindly introduced himself, yet you dare to take advantage of me. You are truly disrespectful."

He paused, then added solemnly, "In that case, my Dharma name shall be Ganlin Niang!"

Qi Fei: "..."

He was indeed in the wrong.

However, he had lived two lives, and in his previous life he had spent many years in the workplace. What hadn't he seen? He had even slammed his fist on the table and argued with clients during meetings. What was this little embarrassment?

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

He chuckled and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture: "Master Ganlin Brewing, I took advantage of you once, and you took advantage of me once, so we're even."

He paused, then said seriously, "I am Qi Fei, a loyalist of the Himalayas."

After saying that, he stared at the Zen madman, thinking that if the monk uttered a word of "heresy," he would...

Fortunately, there was no Zen fanatic.

Upon hearing the words "loyalists," he merely nodded slightly, his expression softening considerably.

"Zen Heart Temple, Zen Madness".

He repeated his name again, this time without joking about using his Buddhist name.

"Want to join me?" Qi Feichao invited.

He found this monk named Ganlin Niang quite interesting.

Zen Kuang shook his head and slowed his pace even further.

"Please go ahead, benefactor, there's no need to wait for this humble monk." He clasped his hands together. "This Sword Immortal's residence is not for this humble monk."

Qi Fei paused, turning back to look at him.

"Then what are you doing here?"

Zen Kuang laughed.

"The Sword Immortal's residence is not for this humble monk," he said, "but these fellow practitioners who have departed one after another are a good subject for observation."

As for what he was observing, he didn't say.

Qi Fei didn't ask.

He turned around and continued walking. His pace was neither fast nor slow, just like before. He quickly left Zen Kuang behind.

It's not that he walks fast, it's that Zen Madman is too slow.

The person lagged behind, strolling leisurely, their patchwork robe fluttering gently in the wind like a leaf that wasn't in a hurry to fall.

After walking for a short while, Nanshan Mountain came into view.

This mountain is shrouded in fog all year round, and you can't see a person even a hundred paces away.

But in the past ten years, there have been too many cultivators coming and going, and many people could walk the path with their eyes closed. Qi Fei followed the flow of people and arrived at the foot of the largest main peak of Nanshan.

He stopped and looked up, where he saw a truly magnificent scene.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple rays of light intertwined and shot up from the depths of the mountain, piercing the clouds.

Each color is a door, suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating, shimmering with light and color.

Around the beam of light, the fog was forced back, revealing a clear sky.

Many cultivators lingered outside the seven gates.

Some people were observing, some were sensing with their eyes closed, some were whispering to each other, and some couldn't wait any longer and tried to approach one of the doors.

But as soon as it touched the light, it was bounced back by a gentle force and staggered back several steps.

But the cultivators, upon touching the door, entered immediately.

Seeing others go in, some people were anxious, some were jealous, and some tried each door one by one.

Qi Fei saw a Taoist priest holding a wooden staff try out several red, orange, and other doors before walking into the green door.