From waterfowl, it began to transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow.

Gu Heting was so stressed out.

He kept kicking his little feet, trying to get out of Xiang Wanqing's arms. After this commotion, he seemed weak and listless.

"Give me a hug."

"Don't touch me." Gu Heting wanted to poke her with that little bird's beak. But after a while, he gave up.

This angle is wrong too.

The little bird's beak couldn't reach Xiang Wanqing's head. Somewhat helpless, he could only let Xiang Wanqing hug him tighter and tighter. She chuckled and said, "My father said that if you stay here, you can become a preaching elder."

"From now on, you can refine pills here."

"No one will listen to a bird preaching."

"It's okay."

Xiang Wanqing hugged him tighter and tighter, but the little waterbird's expression remained somber. He no longer had the patience to listen to his conversation. He silently closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Although Xiang Wanqing felt he had made a fool of himself,

But she didn't do anything out of line. She hugged Gu Heting and closed her eyes inside the mosquito net.

The next morning. As dawn broke, the Wushan Mountains were shrouded in mist, revealing the full splendor of the morning light.

Old man Xiang Zheng, on the other hand, was quite carefree. He sat in the pavilion, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, feeling his spiritual energy surging. The marrow-cleansing and meridian-strengthening breathing technique given to him by the little water bird was truly effective.

There was a flow of spiritual energy in the dantian.

"Your cultivation method is incorrect."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Zheng quickly put the gold-absorbing and energy-spitting bird into his robes. He had been quietly cultivating and only wanted to try it out. He hadn't expected this little waterbird to come here.

"Then, fellow Daoist..." Xiang Zheng paused, still feeling that addressing him as "fellow Daoist" was more intimate, "Fellow Daoist Gu Heting, since there are some differences in our cultivation methods, how did you perceive them?"

Gu Heting surveyed his surroundings.

The small mountain sect is shrouded in a thin mist, truly a perfect place for quiet cultivation. Xiang Zheng meditated here and learned the art of breathing exercises.

It is truly a place blessed with good feng shui.

Unfortunately, the spiritual energy is scarce, unlike the blessed land of Dongting.

"I am not a human, nor am you a fish; our paths are different. I am a beast, and my cultivation is inherently different from that of humans. But I know that your three breaths of breathing were somewhat off."

Oh?

Whether human or beast, there is a saying that one can have a predestined connection with the divine. Xiang Zheng speculated that this little beast had a profound connection to the divine and was blessed with boundless good fortune.

"Hmm," Gu Heting nodded in agreement.

"The method of breathing exercises emphasizes the state of mind. While it doesn't mean the mind should be completely free of distractions, it also shouldn't be wandering. Even if you treat all of this as simply observing the wind and listening to the rain, it's still better than practicing like this."

This statement is both vivid and to the point.

Xiang Zheng pondered this for a long while. He raised his head and smiled at Gu Heting, the little beast: "The nights in Wushan are often long and rainy. Yesterday was a clear night, and there was a full moon. My daughter is naughty, and I hope you will forgive her."

Xiang Zheng's biggest headache in his life was his daughter.

For Xiang Wanqing, he taught her everything he should and shouldn't have. But Xiang Wanqing's daily banter and jokes broke his heart for a long time.

As a father, I can't protect her for the rest of her life.

Although this Xiaoshan Sect is a tiny sect, it still has a group of about a hundred people. People from all over the world who come here become part of the sect.

If it's not a major sect, then a family-run business is acceptable.

The leadership of this small sect is likely to be passed on to Xiang Wanqing.

"Fellow Daoist Gu Heting, could you please help me with something...?"

"I won't help," Gu Heting replied decisively. Even if he were a rootless plant, he still longed for his small plot of land in the blessed land of Dongting.

The fate of the river-swallowing fish remains unknown, but those who must go will still go.

"Fellow Daoist, may I finish speaking?" Xiang Zheng said to himself, taking out the token of the Xiaoshan Sect from his robes. The withered wood token contained a little spiritual power, but it was weak.

This token complements the small mountain sect perfectly.

"Fellow Daoist Gu Heting, this sect has only been established for a hundred years. Do you know the origins of the Xiaoshan Sect?"

This chubby man with thinning hair always chatted with Gu Heting about this and that. Although he was a little impatient, as a transmigrator, he still had some patience.

He still has the patience to seek favors from powerful figures.

"This place is the Eastern Region, where sects of all sizes often have conflicts with each other. My small mountain sect is actually a remnant of the sects from the north."

"There are always casualties in the conflict between the two factions; one side wants to wipe out the other."

"In order to survive, we fled to this place, and this is the history of our sect."

"Fellow Daoist, I have a favor to ask of you." Xiang Zheng stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Gu Heting. It was quite a strange scene to see a person bowing to a strange beast.

Xiang Zheng doesn't act like a master at all.

Gu Heting knew that the person in front of him seemed to be a Core Formation cultivator as well.

It's a bit strange that he's only at the Qi Refining stage.

"I can no longer teach my daughter; I've spoiled her. Fellow Daoist, could you possibly accompany my daughter as both teacher and friend?"

"this......"

Does this guy not know what his daughter looks like? She won't listen to him at all when you talk to her.

She holds him in her arms like a pet every day.

"I've heard my daughter mention it. Laurel and parasol tree fruits don't grow in the hills. But I know of one place where they do."

"In Tangjiabao, there is a Hundred Herbs Hall, and inside the hall grows a laurel and a parasol tree. This is the token of the Xiaoshan Sect. If you wish, I can send someone with you."

Gu Heting fell silent.

After a moment, he sighed, "Okay."

"Fellow Daoist, your alchemy with the Azure Cauldron yesterday has already spread throughout my Little Mountain Sect. My foolish daughter has spread the news to every corner of the world."

"Could you do me a favor? Could you teach my disciples the secrets of alchemy?"

It was already dawn.

The enormous sun, like a red jade plate, hangs on the horizon.

Gu Heting didn't know how to answer, so he could only nod awkwardly. Xiang Zheng stroked his beard and laughed, his footsteps creaking as he walked towards his room.

"ah......"

All I wanted was a laurel and a parasol tree fruit, how did all this happen? Is that thing so hard to get? How did I end up as a teacher out of nowhere?

Gu Heting tapped the railing with his little bird's beak, sighing repeatedly.

At that moment, a little girl peeked out listlessly.

Xiang Wanqing bit his index finger.

That smile had a mischievous edge. Xiang Wanqing had overheard Gu Heting's conversation with his father. Although she was somewhat displeased with her father, the little waterbird's expression was truly amusing.

She crouched down and hugged the little water bird tightly.

"Congratulations! You're going to become an elder in the Alchemy Sect of our Little Mountain Sect."

"Let go of me! You really have no sense of boundaries at all!" Gu Heting kicked his little bird feet again. He was truly helpless with this woman.

What is a sense of boundaries?

This "sense of boundaries" was a term he used on Earth before he transmigrated. He was too lazy to explain, but the girl tightened her grip even more. He could only say, "Like you are now. Do you know what it means for men and women not to touch each other?"

This little bird actually talked to him about the proper distance between men and women?

Isn't that ridiculous?

"How long have you been practicing alchemy? I mean, how many years have you dedicated to the art of alchemy?"

"Less than a month."

Gu Heting said calmly.