The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

"My heart is like a white cloud, always free; my will is like flowing water, going wherever it pleases."

At dawn, as the rising sun revealed its first wisps of purple light, Chen Xuan stood atop the mountain, pinching the white clouds in the air and placing them in the right spot.

"Hmm, the stream is in the wrong place too; it should be here."

Across three miles of mountain road, he lightly traced a line with his finger, and a small stream was formed, placed between two valleys.

"This place should have some pine trees growing here; it's not nice to look at all bare."

With a sweep of his gaze, Chen Xuan looked at a cliff face, waved his hand, and the Dao Intent of Evergreen flowed out slowly.

click-

This is the sound of something breaking through the soil.

The bare cliff face began to crumble in a certain spot, with loose rocks falling down, and pine trees quickly grew out, strangely shaped and evergreen.

"Now that's more like a Taoist temple."

Chen Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

Master, you're so eager to make Xianyun Temple flourish, why don't you properly renovate it?

A mountain is not valued for its height, but for the immortals who dwell there; a Taoist temple is not valued for its size, but for its mystique.

Got it, two words: no money.

[Hey, you little brat, if it weren't for raising you bunch of rebellious disciples, I would have built several grand palaces long ago.]

That day, Chen Xuan finished reading a Taoist scripture, and his master happily drank a cup of wine, becoming quite drunk.

Master, the Taoist temple of your dreams is under construction.

Chen Xuan turned his head and looked at the main peak of Qingcheng Mountain, where a construction team was building in full swing.

"teacher!"

"Sir, where are you?"

At this moment, lost in the mountain mist, Wang Baole had no choice but to shout into the mountains, the kind of shouting that involves jumping up and down.

This guy is still such a clown... Chen Xuan smiled helplessly, "Come here."

His voice rang out from above.

"I can't find my way."

Wang Baole was panting heavily, looking at the drastically changed mountains with a puzzled expression.

It's really strange. It wasn't like this when I went into the mountains before. Except for the road where the Taoist temple was built, everything else has changed.

"It's okay, I'll pick you up."

Chen Xuan smiled calmly, then looked up at the clouds.

Suddenly, the clouds descended and landed at Wang Baole's feet, leaving him speechless with astonishment.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

Is he trying to fly on clouds?

Wang Baole gasped, and even pinched himself hard on his thigh.

Ouch, that hurts!

it is true!

This isn't a dream!

He tentatively stepped out and landed on the cloud, finding it solid and without slipping.

"What are you dawdling for? Get on here, you won't fall."

Chen Xuan was speechless; this guy was far too afraid of dying.

Then, as they were talking, the cloud ignored Wang Baole's shouts and passed right under his feet.

then.

It transformed into a flowing cloud, its tail leaving a faint trace, carrying him into the sky and descending towards the mountain peak.

The wind whistled past his ears, faster than the speed of sound, which frightened Wang Baole so much that his face turned pale, yet he couldn't help but feel excited.

Is this what they call riding the clouds? This is an experience only immortals can enjoy!

Looking down at the ground, human figures appear as ants, and skyscrapers resemble bamboo poles.

Before he could enjoy it enough, he had already landed within a few breaths.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Sir, are you an immortal?"

"You must be an immortal!!"

He climbed down from the cloud using both his hands and feet, his face full of excitement, shouting in amazement.

Pfft!

As soon as he landed, his knees buckled and he knelt down in front of Chen Xuan.

"..."

"..."

"Um, well... haha, I'm a little afraid of heights, sorry..." Wang Baole smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.

"fine."

Chen Xuan waved his hand, and a gentle force lifted him up. "What do you need me for?"

"Sir, the reason I've called you here is to ask you about the cultivation of the Yin-Yang Great Music Ode."

Wang Baole carefully took out his notebook, which was filled with questions and his insights.

"For example, I don't quite understand this sentence."

"What is meant by Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, boundless joy, innate talent, and constant movement without birth?"

"And there's this saying: the union of Yin and Yang, in accordance with the principles of Heaven, is used to nourish one's Qi and blood, drawing upon the energy of Heaven and Earth to temper oneself?"

"And...and this, and that..."

"Wake up, there's no need to ask anymore."

Chen Xuan felt a headache coming on and interrupted him in time.

"what?"

Wang Baole looked up, his small eyes filled with confusion.

He swears that since he began his cultivation, he has never been lazy for a single day, and has never been this diligent.

Chen Xuan: "Listen to me, you don't need it."

"what?"

Wang Baole was dumbfounded again, and he was getting anxious.

"But I see that the people in Lingxiao, whenever they're not on a mission, they're always studying cultivation techniques and working hard to improve themselves."

"I still don't know how to cultivate, I can't even understand what I read, I'm so confused."

Chen Xuan smiled and said, "You're different from them."

"Am I... am I any different?"

Wang Baole looked down at himself, his eyes filled with even more confusion. He didn't think he was anything special.

"Looks like you have absolutely no self-awareness." Chen Xuan rubbed his temples, feeling helpless.

Putting everything else aside, just those two encounters with the undead knights—any normal person would not have survived after receiving their full instruction several times.

"Then...do I still need to cultivate?"

Wang Baole was somewhat confused and at a loss.

Chen Xuan waved his hand: "You don't need to cultivate, you're not cut out for it."

"Then... what should I do?"

Wang Baole was on the verge of tears. "I heard that Lingxiao's missions are all very dangerous. If your cultivation level isn't high enough, you can easily die."

Chen Xuan: "Relax. Just because you don't need to cultivate doesn't mean your strength and realm won't increase."

Wang Baole's eyes widened little by little. "Such a good thing can't possibly happen?"

"The Great Music of Yin and Yang is tailor-made for you. If you want to increase your cultivation level and strength, just go on a few more missions."

"Those demons, monsters, and ghosts will actively pounce on you and help you cultivate."

Wang Baole was immediately frightened. "Sir, I'm not well-educated, don't scare me. Those demons and monsters are lucky if they don't eat me, they certainly won't help me."

"Don't worry, they will definitely eat you, but in doing so, they will also be eaten by you."

"Oh……"

Wang Baole listened with a vague understanding, and descended the mountain in a daze. The only thing he understood was that he didn't need to stay up all night to cultivate diligently.

Happy!

then.

As soon as he came down the mountain, he happily threw his notebook into the trash can.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I looked up, I saw a graceful young woman leaning against the roadside.

The vixen's face was exquisite and alluring, and she wore a bodycon dress that accentuated her curves, with her fair and slender legs clad in red high heels.

With a captivating figure and alluring charm, she's stunningly beautiful at first glance.

Wang Baole hesitated for a moment: "Miss, what's wrong with you...?"

"Oh dear, someone came here for a spring outing, but accidentally twisted their ankle and can't walk anymore."

Her voice was soft and sweet, so soothing that it could melt a man's bones.

As she spoke, a glint of light flashed in her eyes, disappearing in an instant.

The moment the enchantment was cast, its alluring aura seeped into Wang Baole's mind, captivating and seducing him.

She was determined to possess this man's vital essence.