One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

The old celestial master looked Ye Xing up and down a few times, his eyes flashing with admiration.

"So you're that little guy from Baiyun Temple."

The old celestial master waved his hand with a smile, "It's good for young people to be lively. Cultivation is about cultivating one's true nature, not about having so many rules and regulations. How is your sect leader doing lately?"

"Thank you for your concern. The sect leader is in good health and can eat three bowls of rice in one meal. He just keeps saying that he would like to come and have tea with you when he has time."

"Haha, that's great, let him come over when he has some free time."

The old master chuckled a few times, then looked at Zhang Chulan and the others who were walking behind Ye Xing.

He waved to Zhang Chulan.

"You must be Chu Lan? Come closer so this old man can take a good look at you."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan could no longer maintain his composure.

He rushed forward in two strides, knelt down in front of the old Celestial Master with a thud, grabbed the old Celestial Master's leg, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"My lord! I've finally seen my family! You must do me justice!"

This stunt of publicly recognizing relatives and clinging to someone's leg was executed flawlessly, without the slightest affectation.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

After a brief moment of surprise, a chorus of undisguised contempt and boos erupted from the crowd.

"Damn, is this the successor of the Qi Body Source Stream? What's wrong with him!"

"How shameless! To call the Celestial Master 'Master' in public is utterly disgraceful!"

Ye Xing stood to the side, took out a handful of sunflower seeds he had bought from the foot of the mountain, and started cracking them open, showing no intention of interfering.

He was happy to watch the show unfold from the sidelines, as it was part of Zhang Chulan's main storyline.

Just then, Ye Xing suddenly felt a gaze fixed on him.

He turned his head.

Wang Ye, with dark circles under his eyes, was standing two meters away, staring at him without any attempt to hide it.

His eyes were full of inquiry and curiosity, and even a hint of existential doubt.

The system notification sound started to play slowly again.

'Wang Ye's continued curiosity and inquisitiveness have been detected; emotion value +30!'

'Wang Ye's confusion has been detected; emotion value +30!'

This steady stream of income made Ye Xing feel very comfortable.

Instead of avoiding Wang Ye's gaze, he straightened his back, adopted an even more enigmatic posture, and openly allowed the other party to scrutinize him.

Take a look, look a few more times, and hopefully all the doubts in your head will turn into emotional points and bombard me with them.

The touching reunion between the Celestial Master and Zhang Chulan quickly came to an end.

Led by Xu San and Xu Si, the group crossed the front mountain and followed a secluded mountain path to the back mountain, where the official competition venues for the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony were all located.

The mountain path was lush with trees and very quiet.

As Ye Xing walked, he listened to the slow, deliberate "ding-dong" sound from the system.

That kid Wang Ye actually followed behind their group.

Throughout the journey, Wang Ye didn't say a word, but kept staring at the back of Ye Xing's head.

An ordinary person would have felt uncomfortable, but Ye Xing was thoroughly enjoying it.

He would deliberately flick the sleeve of his Taoist robe every few steps, or pretend to admire the scenery and turn around to show Wang Ye his ethereal and otherworldly demeanor from every angle.

Zhang Chulan, walking next to Ye Xing, couldn't hold back any longer and nudged Ye Xing with his elbow.

"Brother Ye, is that Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain behind you a bit crazy? He's been staring at you the whole way. Could he have some kind of sexual orientation problem?"

Zhang Chulan lowered his voice, his face full of vigilance.

Feng Baobao nodded in agreement, and then pulled out a small knife from somewhere and brandished it.

"Should I take advantage of his inattention and stab him from behind?"

Ye Xing quickly pressed Feng Baobao's hand holding the knife down.

"Stop joking. He's just showing a strong interest in the traditional culture of Baiyun Temple. As a respectable sect, we should be magnanimous and let him see."

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

As the rate at which his emotional points increased slowed down, Ye Xing knew that this batch of leeks was almost too small to harvest.

Just as he was pondering whether to take the initiative and increase Wang Ye's strength,

Wang Ye, who was walking behind, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He quickened his pace and came to Ye Xing's side, scratching his messy hair.

"That...Master Ye Xing, right?"

Wang Ye sighed, his expression quite complicated.

Before Wang Ye could speak again, Ye Xing spoke first.

"Excuse me, buddy, how long have you been having insomnia?"

The joyful laughter before the start of Chapter 22

Upon hearing this abrupt greeting, Wang Ye's prepared remarks were completely stuck in his throat.

His expression froze instantly, and his already listless, dead-fish eyes widened involuntarily.

'Wang Ye's speechlessness and astonishment have been detected; emotion value +50!'

After a full three seconds of stunned silence, Wang Ye awkwardly rubbed his cheeks.

"Master Ye, you're joking. I just have naturally dark circles under my eyes; I don't have insomnia. But you, Master, look completely unfamiliar. When did Baiyun Temple produce such a formidable person as you? I can't fathom your strength or background at all."

Wang Ye was telling the truth; he had been watching from behind for a long time, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

The Qi emanating from this person was ordinary, yet it gave off an unfathomable feeling, like a funnel, where no matter how one probed, all perceptions would sink to the bottom of the sea.

Ye Xing looked at him with a smile.

"What do you mean by 'following the footsteps'? I'm just an ordinary monk. I usually sweep the floor and chant sutras in the temple. This time I came down the mountain purely to broaden my horizons."

As he spoke, Ye Xing very naturally put his arm around Wang Ye's shoulder, and they walked forward together like brothers.

Wang Ye tensed up and instinctively tried to break free, but found that the arm on his shoulder was as heavy as a mountain and did not move at all.

"Relax, Lao Wang."

Ye Xing leaned close to Wang Ye's ear and whispered so softly that only the two of them could hear him.

"Your Feng Hou Qi Men technique is powerful, but it can't predict everything in the world, can it? The future is exciting precisely because it's full of unknowns, isn't it?"

The voice just fell.

Wang Ye was as if he had been struck by acupuncture points; his body was as stiff as a board, and his pupils contracted violently.

'Detected extreme shock, terror, and disbelief in Wang Ye, triggering a critical strike, emotion value +200!'

'Detected...'

A series of sounds like gold coins falling filled my mind.

Ye Xing released his arm, patted Wang Ye on the back, and said "Relax," before walking leisurely with his hands behind his back to catch up with Zhang Chulan and his group.

Wang Ye was left standing alone on the mountain path, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He stared intently at Ye Xingyuan's departing figure, his eyes darting around.

How can it be? !

He possessed the Feng Hou Qi Men technique, yet even his master didn't know! Who exactly is this person? Not only did he see through his trump card, but he also acted so nonchalantly.

'We must not underestimate the people of the world...'

Wang Ye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a wry smile, thinking to himself.

'This grand Taoist ritual has truly unearthed a whole host of monsters.'

Zhang Chulan curiously moved closer to Ye Xing and lowered his voice.

"Brother Ye, what were you whispering about with that Taoist priest from Wudang? I think you scared him half to death."

Ye Xing smiled casually and made up a story: "It's nothing. I just told him that his forehead was dark and he should stay home as much as possible to avoid any bloodshed. Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. I'll tell you later."

Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes, clearly not believing a word of it, but he didn't press the matter further.

More than half an hour later.

The group crossed the cliff without incident and arrived at the training ground assembly point on the back mountain.

The place was already bustling with people. The spacious area was filled with people from all over the world, and the noise and greetings blended together, making it even more lively than a market.

"Brother Ye! Brother Chu Lan! Over here!"

A clear, crisp voice came from the crowd.

Turning my head, I saw Feng Xingtong standing not far away, raising his arm high and waving it frantically.

Standing next to her was Feng Shayan, who was wearing a tight-fitting sportswear outfit and had her hair tied in a high ponytail.

The group went forward to meet up.

Feng Shayan didn't even glance at Zhang Chulan, her gaze passing right past him. She glanced at Feng Baobao beside her, then stared intently at Ye Xing, her eyes filled with undisguised fighting spirit.

Instead of being annoyed by that barbed gaze, Ye Xing was secretly delighted.

Last time, I gave her some pointers at the World Society and also exposed all her family's secrets. This young lady was obviously quite shocked when she got back.

Here comes another walking ATM.

'How did this accidentally divert Bao'er's hatred? But it doesn't matter, the more fighting spirit the better.'

Ye Xingchong and Feng Shayan grinned.