Cultivation begins with harvest.

"He's still in Dongdu Market, but he's very alert. He sold too much Qinmu juice at once, which attracted attention. Many people, like us, have heard that the weapon refiner in the Zhao family hasn't finished refining his spiritual weapon yet, and they still don't know where he is. They might only have a chance to see him when the weapon is finished."

Wan Longjing was dressed in a smart and capable outfit. Although his tone was serious, his expression was relatively relaxed.

It's good that he's still alive.

Wan Longjing couldn't be more eager to do his best for Chen Guang.

"That's good. I've also arranged things here, so we can set off now." Chen Guang was also dressed simply, with a small, mottled seven-inch spirit gourd hanging at his waist.

On one of his trips back from the Yanmian Market, Chen Guang pretended to have bought the gourds there and brought back a small batch. Although he didn't sell many, it allowed him to openly use the Thousand Water Gourds.

These spirit farmers are truly poor. Earning and spending tens of thousands of grains of rice is something even Liu Yige struggles to achieve. Chen Guang, on the other hand, makes this one big purchase every year, and his economic level is far beyond that of the other spirit farmers. He thinks that the Thousand Water Gourd, which costs a little over a thousand grains of rice, is not expensive, but the spirit farmers simply cannot afford it.

Previously, Cao Fang stood out from the spirit farmers who helped harvest spirit rice because she had a spirit artifact. Even among the disciples of Qingheng Sect, no one had such a solid financial foundation that any spirit farmer could afford to be indifferent to the expense of a thousand ears of rice.

The business, which totals several hundred thousand yuan a year, was something Lu Da had previously worried about being robbed of. This is the norm for most Lingnong people's lives.

Chen Guang took out a gourd filled with water and gave it to Wan Longjing: "There is some spring water in here. Senior brother, take it with you, just in case."

Wan Longjing glanced at the Thousand Water Gourd and nodded: "Then I shall accept it without hesitation."

After accepting the Thousand Water Gourd, Wan Longjing changed the subject: "Before leaving Qingheng Sect, Junior Brother, you still need to go to Xiantang. Once Xiantang approves, Junior Brother will be able to freely enter and leave the sect in the future."

Chen Guang wasn't entirely unprepared in this regard.

Most of the time, Qingheng Sect disciples only see Xiantang disciples twice: when they join the sect and when they are about to leave.

Upon joining the sect, one will be taken to the "Mingli Hall" halfway up the mountain. Only under the witness of the peak master can one officially join the sect. The ceremony is not complicated but extremely solemn.

Only those disciples who have established their foundation among the nine halls can be included in the sect's list and become disciples. The Mingli Hall has the effect of discerning hearts and knowing the truth. As long as one enters it, the peak master can know whether the disciple has ulterior motives or is a potential threat.

I didn't have much of an impression of Peak Master Chen Guang. At that time, I wasn't a cultivator yet. The natural and profound aura of the Mingli Hall left me confused. It wasn't until I was taken away by the Earth Hall Supervisor that I had my first impression of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

At that time, there were many officials from various halls, including the monks of Xiantang. However, Chen Guang's impression of the disciples of Xiantang dates back to when he registered for the Blessing.

This was the second time I met a disciple of the Sage Hall. Whenever a disciple of the sect wanted to leave the sect's territory, they had to sign a strict spiritual pact in the presence of a disciple of the Sage Hall to prevent infighting and the leakage of sect secrets.

If there is a third chance to see a disciple of Xiantang, it will be when he breaks through to the late stage of Qi Refining and is still willing to stay in Qingheng Sect.

There are only a few opportunities to see the disciples of Xiantang on formal and solemn occasions.

"Junior brother, you go to Xiantang first. I'll go to the market later to buy two bottles of antidote pills for later use." Wan Longjing glanced at Chen Guang's expression and knew that he understood. He made the arrangements according to the information the two had previously revealed. As for the medicines for treatment and healing, Chen Guang provided them all. In particular, he had even less chance of using the Bone Cleansing Pill now, so he didn't feel it was a pity to give it away.

The two rode a spirit crane to Xingfeng Market. Wan Longjing's crane landed at the market, while Chen Guang's crane continued flying towards the mountain peak.

Xiantang is the only branch located on Ziling Peak; the other eight branches are located at the foot of the mountain.

Passing through a vast expanse of mist, gusts of wind surged forth, and even the crane's magic could not completely block the intense chill. Though it did not harm, it truly seeped into his bones. Chen Guang could not see anything in front of him; he could only see patches of purple mist drifting by, and all he could hear were gusts of fierce, cold wind.

After an unknown amount of time, the purple mist in front of him dissipated considerably, and a courtyard that looked like a farmhouse came into Chen Guang's view.

"Is this Xiantang?" Chen Guang asked, realizing that the cold, fierce wind had gone.

The cultivator riding the spirit crane was from the same branch building. He chuckled, "First time here? How does it feel?"

Chen Guang remained silent.

The house has blue tiles and earthen walls, and the two wooden doors still bear the mottled images of door gods from last year—there are door gods here too, but they prefer to use some legendary mythical beasts as door gods.

If Chen Guang weren't entirely sure this was the location of Xiantang, he would probably have mistaken it for just an ordinary person's home. This simple and unpretentious scene that suddenly appeared before him reminded him of the term "sweeping monk," and the scene before him gave him that feeling.

"This is actually just a branch of the Sage Hall on Ziling Peak. The Sage Hall is quite special. Ziling Peak has nine halls in name, but in reality, although the Sage Hall obeys the management of Ziling Peak, it is independent." The disciple riding the spirit crane had been here many times and obviously knew some more secret information. "When you came, the disciples of the Sage Hall knew you were coming and made the necessary arrangements. Just follow them."

The crane landed on the ground very obediently.

Strangely, from the outside, all that could be seen was endless purple mist, but from here, the scenery below the mountain was unobstructed and unrestricted. However, after looking at it for a while, the purple mist would appear out of nowhere, blocking Chen Guang's view.

A middle-aged cultivator dressed in a white robe shimmering with gold pushed open the door, smiling warmly: "Please come in."

The cultivator riding the spirit crane nodded to Chen Guang, turned around and mounted the crane to leave. Just then, several more spirit cranes arrived through the purple mist.

The middle-aged monk remained polite: "Please come in."

After exchanging bewildered glances, Chen Guang and the others obediently followed the middle-aged man in white robes through the somewhat old wooden door.

"Is this your first time here, and are you all preparing to leave the sect?" the middle-aged cultivator asked.

"Yes." A young man carrying a sword behind Chen Guang asked curiously, "I see that the spirit cranes that brought us here have already returned. I wonder how we're going to leave?"

"Hahaha, you won't be able to leave on foot." The middle-aged man suddenly laughed, pointing to a path leading into the woods in front of him. "You'll be able to leave soon."