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Just then, a sword light flew from the alley entrance and accurately blocked the fat man's copper hammer.

Jiang Che arrived, his flying sword swirling into his hand. He nodded to the man, "Senior Brother, don't panic!"

With Jiang Che joining the fray, the situation instantly turned around.

He clung tightly to the fat man, preventing him from helping the tall man.

With his hands free, the man had no more reservations and his attack suddenly became fierce. In just a few moves, he knocked the tall man's short sword away and knocked him to the ground with a palm strike.

Seeing his companion fall to the ground, the fat man panicked. His copper hammer faltered a beat, and Jiang Che parried it with his sword, then kicked him over, the tip of the sword pressed against his throat.

The battle ended in a matter of moments.

The tall man lay sprawled on the ground groaning, while the fat man, with a sword pointed at him, dared not move.

Only after the fight was over did a few passersby who had been watching from a distance dare to peek out.

The man and Jiang Che worked together to tie up the two men before they relaxed.

The man sheathed his sword, his gaze sweeping coldly over the two men on the ground before turning to Lin Zhixu, smiling and cupping his hands in greeting: "I am Ming He, a disciple of Wucang Peak."

"These two are habitual criminals in the city, they specifically target newcomers. I've been watching them for a while, and I just happened to run into them today. I should thank you for helping me lure them out."

He then looked at Jiang Che: "I must thank Junior Brother Jiang for his help. I'll give you half of the reward money after we receive it."

Jiang Che said embarrassedly, "How could I possibly accept this?"

Minghe smiled and said, "Of course."

Jiang Che also sheathed his sword, took a few steps forward, and looked Lin Zhixu up and down, his face full of lingering fear: "Junior Brother Lin, are you alright? I rushed over here as soon as I sensed movement in the jade slip, thankfully I made it in time."

Lin Zhixu shook his head: "I'm fine, thanks to Senior Brother Luo and Senior Brother Ming who arrived in time."

This isn't the place to talk, so the group decided to find a quiet place to chat.

Minghe, holding the two swindlers captive, planned to send the man to the police station to exchange for the reward money, and then come back to find them later.

[Host, you keep that stone.]

Lin Zhixu was taken aback.

He didn't ask why, but simply took two steps toward Minghe: "Senior Brother Ming, I'm quite interested in that stone he's holding. Could I have it? I'd like to take it back and study it."

The tall guy: "..."

Fatty: "..."

Didn't you say you weren't interested?

If you had just said you were interested, you could have bought it!

They even got beaten up and arrested.

Minghe paused for a moment, then looked down and rummaged through the fat man's clothes, and sure enough, he pulled out the dusty, broken stone.

He examined the stone from all angles, but couldn't discern anything special about it. He then looked at Lin Zhixu with a hint of unease in his eyes: "Junior brother, I don't see anything special about this stone. Don't be fooled by their nonsense."

Lin Zhixu nodded: "Thank you for the reminder, senior brother. But I still want to study it further."

Minghe chuckled, thinking to himself that this junior brother really wouldn't turn back until he hit a brick wall.

Since it wasn't anything valuable, he handed the stone over, saying, "Okay, you can keep it and play with it."

Lin Zhixu took the stone; it felt heavy in his hand, much heavier than it looked.

He didn't look at it much and casually put it into his storage bag.

I'll ask the system what this stone is for when I have time.

……

The three of them found a teahouse and asked for a quiet private room.

As soon as they sat down, Luo Yiyan couldn't wait to ask, "Zhixu, why did you come down the mountain too?"

"I came out to buy something." Lin Zhixu picked up his teacup to warm his hands. "What about you?"

"Me too. Master asked Senior Brother Ming to take me out for a stroll and to buy some things for cultivation."

Lin Zhixu picked up his teacup but didn't say anything.

Look at how responsible our master is.

On the very first day of their training, they sent someone to accompany them down the mountain.

And him? He was left to fend for himself on Qiyue Peak, not even a ghost could be seen.

It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy.

Several plates of pastries were served, and the three of them ate and chatted, gradually creating a lively atmosphere.

Just then, a loud voice suddenly rang out from downstairs, piercing through the noisy crowd.

The storyteller began to speak.

The storyteller slammed his gavel, his booming voice piercing through the cacophony of the teahouse:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we will not discuss anything else, but rather the Immortal Venerable Wu Cang of the Tianheng Sect—Yan Lingcang!"

Upon hearing his master's name, Luo Yiyan's eyes lit up, and he pricked up his ears to listen attentively.

"It is said that this Immortal Venerable Wucang is a rare genius in the cultivation world, appearing only once every ten thousand years. He entered the Qi cultivation at the age of five, formed the core at the age of eighteen, and entered the Mahayana realm before the age of a thousand. Looking at the entire cultivation world, there are only a handful of people who can compare with him."

"Back then, when the northern border was overrun by a horde of monsters, dark clouds loomed over the cities, and countless beasts galloped about, putting dozens of cities in imminent danger. Immortal Venerable Wu Cang, all alone, pierced through the clouds with a single sword strike, slaying seven divine beast-level monsters and forcing the horde back eight hundred miles."

"In that battle, the sword light pierced the sky and lingered for three days. Even now, the people of the Northern Border still burn incense and kowtow when they mention it!"

The storyteller changed the subject and continued, "Then let me tell you about the year when Li Hanshan, the number one expert of the demonic path, infiltrated the Tianheng Sect, intending to steal the sect's treasure. He broke through twelve restrictions in succession, as if he were in an empty field."

"At the critical moment, Immortal Venerable Wu Cang emerged from his seclusion. Without even drawing his sword, he forced Li Hanshan back three hundred miles with just his sword intent. For the next thousand years, Li Hanshan never set foot in the Tianheng Sect again!"

"Great!" Someone downstairs started clapping.

Luo Yiyan was deeply moved. She turned around, her eyes sparkling, and exclaimed, "So Master is this amazing!"

Lin Zhixu held his teacup and muttered to himself: Of course, if the protagonist isn't powerful enough, how can he be worthy of the protagonist?

The storyteller, seizing the opportunity, took another sip of tea to moisten his throat, and suddenly changed his tone, adding a touch of ambiguity: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have finished telling the serious deeds of Immortal Venerable Wucang. Now let's talk about some secret stories circulating among the people."

"It is said that there is a complicated and inexplicable love-hate relationship between Immortal Venerable Wucang and Immortal Venerable Fengheng."

Lin Zhixu's lips suddenly stiffened.

"It is said that Immortal Venerable Fengheng is deeply in love with Immortal Venerable Wucang, but unfortunately, the Divine Lord is willing while the King of Xiang is not."

"Immortal Venerable Fengheng ascended Wucang Peak several times, just to see Immortal Venerable Wucang, but was repeatedly turned away."

As the saying goes: "Purple-clad figures tread through snow, their sentiments deep; white-clad figures stand coldly, refusing to open the door—"

"Feng Heng Immortal Venerable's affections for Wu Cang Immortal Venerable were misplaced, a love that could never be fulfilled!"

"puff--!"

Don't get me wrong, that's the sound of Jiang Che spitting out tea.

"How could they make this up?"

The story was so well-constructed that if he hadn't known some of the facts, he would have actually believed it.

Lin Zhixu almost spat out his tea.

Unofficial histories can be obscure, but they can't be this bizarre, can they?

Yu Linzhou's feelings for Yan Lingcang: Unrequited love?

There's no love here! It's pure hatred!

They wish the other person would fail their tribulation and be struck by lightning tomorrow.

Yu Linzhou was only interested in taking Yan Lingcang's things and his apprentice, so how did it turn into falling deeply in love?

Going to Wucang Peak to find Yan Lingcang was also a way of wanting to fight, right?

It's true what they say: it takes only a mouth to spread rumors, but it takes a lot of legwork to refute them.

Luo Yiyan listened with a mixture of shock and curiosity: "Is this true? Is it really true that Immortal Venerable Feng Heng is in love with my master but cannot have him?"