Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

The fire burned until the early morning of the next day, only gradually extinguishing itself when heavy snow began to fall. Black smoke billowed from most of the Sun residence.

Supported by his female relatives, Master Sun hid in a makeshift shed, watching as his servants carried out relatively intact items from the burned-down house, and he wailed uncontrollably.

The butler, already in a panic, was jumping around outside the shed, angrily berating the servants. If anyone slacked off even slightly, he'd lash them with his whip: "Move it quickly, put it down gently! If you break it, we couldn't afford to pay for it even if we sold our possessions!"

"How could there be a fire out of nowhere?" He paced in the wind and snow, then suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Right, right, Second Young Master! Where is the Second Young Master? Has anyone seen him?"

He was met with blank stares from the servants. The second young master was a celestial being, after all. Who dared to look at him? Who dared to inquire about the celestial being's whereabouts? They even moved their belongings as far away from the house that had been burned to ruins as possible.

Reminded by the steward, Master Sun suddenly remembered he had a son and hurriedly shouted, "Quick! The second young master's room is also on fire! Go and move the second young master's room first! My son!"

The butler's whip cracked, and everyone hurriedly put down what they were holding and rushed over there.

But what else could be moved? The fire started here. The fine blue bricks were baked by the fire all night. When the wind and snow fell, they crackled and broke into pieces. Most of the house collapsed.

If a person were inside, they would probably have been burned to ashes long ago.

The crowd stood around in bewilderment, slowly prying at the broken bricks. No one dared to speak up. After a while, a large pile of broken bricks had been gathered, but there was nothing that could be moved.

"A flying...flying ship! The immortals have arrived!"

Someone with sharp eyes spotted the flying boat breaking through the wind and snow and hurriedly shouted, causing a large number of people to kneel down and kowtow, not daring to look at it for long.

"boom!"

Zhang Yue hurriedly landed from the flying boat, not even glancing at the kneeling mortals around him. His magical power surged, and he casually swept away the broken tiles and bricks in the ruins. As the broken bricks flew, they knocked down several unlucky servants.

Seeing the ashes scattered all over the ground, he suppressed his anger and casually pinched a middle-aged man who had been standing at the front of the welcoming party that day.

"Where's my junior brother? Where's Sun Zheng?"

The butler was terrified and hurriedly kowtowed, sobbing, "Sun...Sun Zheng? Oh, the second...third young master can't be found, but...he might have been burned to death."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yue sneered. Although his junior brother was unruly and had an exceptionally poor talent for cultivation, he was still a Qingyuan Wheel cultivator. How could he possibly be burned to death?

At this moment, another figure in white robes landed from the flying boat, casually dismissed the kneeling mortals, and walked to Zhang Yue's side, whispering, "Senior brother, I think there was a rogue cultivator hiding in junior brother's house. Perhaps junior brother discovered him, which is why he suddenly attacked, killed him, and then set the house on fire to cover up the crime."

Zhang Yue casually kicked away the person kneeling in front of him. He had already looked around in the flying boat and found a bloodstained guillotine in the snow. He had thought about this matter before, but he was the one who brought the person out. How could he go back and explain with such a reason?

Although his master often beat and scolded him, no matter how much he disliked this cultivator, at least he had cultivation and could do some things. The spiritual energy in this remote place was already thin, and it was not easy to find a spiritual aperture.

In a fit of rage, he casually flicked his wrist, and a piece of rubble flew out from the ruins, smashing the brains of a mortal who was still kowtowing nearby. Seeing the red and white splattered on the snow, he finally calmed down a bit.

"What should we do? A cultivator has died in this remote and impoverished place. Even if he was incompetent, we can't just let it go like this. What should we do?" Zhang Yue's voice was icy, his heart filled with murderous intent.

The white-robed cultivator paused for a moment, then waved his hand: "Forget it, we just picked it up on the road anyway. It's not easy to find so many mortals here. Maybe one of them will even develop a spiritual aperture. That would be one of our own."

Zhang Yue nodded in agreement: "You're right, but..."

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and he shivered: "Such heavy snow, it's freezing! Junior brother, what's so interesting about this robbery? You even said you could find a spiritual treasure. You're dreaming. Spiritual treasures aren't that easy to find. Hurry back to the flying boat."

The white-robed cultivator scratched his head and chuckled. He followed Zhang Yue back to the flying boat. The two looked down and saw billowing black smoke. He said, "Where did this family accidentally catch fire? Such a big commotion, the owner must be heartbroken."

Zhang Yue glanced at them casually and waved his hand dismissively: "Nobody's good to look at. They're all ants, dying one after another. Hurry back to the sect. Sigh, what a chore. We didn't find any promising talents this time."

The flying boat gradually disappeared into the snowstorm, and a faint exclamation could be heard: "Senior brother, look, there's an island over there! Want to go check it out?"

"No, no, there are plenty of unknown islands at sea, most of them are just empty islands with only a few minor demons."

As the mortals gradually stood up in the snow, they exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh dear, why is it hailing in the snow? The butler... the butler was killed?"

"Someone here has been knocked unconscious too! Quick, hide!"

Master Sun moved into the still intact house, took a sip of hot tea, and breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the advice of those around him: "It's alright, only a few uninhabited houses were burned down. Let the servants clean them up after the snow."

"What a pity. This old fellow has been with me for so many years. He didn't die from the fire, but from being hit by hail. Let his youngest son take his place."

A slightly overweight middle-aged man whispered something in his ear.

Upon hearing his eldest son's reminder, Master Sun said, "What? His youngest son is slow-witted? Well... let him feed the livestock. Aren't we short one person? Our Sun family is a small household; we don't support idlers."

The eldest son of the Sun family nodded, then walked to the door, looked into the crowd under the shed outside, and said, "Hey... you there, Wang something? I remember you've been staying here for many years, come here!"

And so, Wang Ershan's father, who had rushed to put out the fire, became the new steward of the Sun family in a daze.

Snow was falling at sea as Ye Chaosheng ate a sweet potato and rowed his famous boat with a miserable expression.

Jiang Shi, who was sitting cross-legged at the bow of the boat, exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes.

The system's reward, [Covering], is not a Daoist supernatural power, but an extension of the Daoist supernatural power "Hidden Spirit Concealment" that he originated from.

Everything on the island was his "achievement." Of course, it was nothing to fool some mortals and two Qi Refining cultivators. The island would still be discovered after the snowstorm.

Only the affairs involving Ye Chaosheng, who possesses the dragon vein, can be permanently covered up, unless Jiang Shi actively dispels this "merit".

However, Jiang Shi was already quite satisfied with what he had done. He smiled slightly, covered the entire ship, and returned to the shed on the ship to rest with his eyes closed.

One of the dragon heads displayed its power to the heavens and earth, waving its claws and taking away a large patch of clouds. It was very satisfied and secretly pleased with itself.