One person: Lu Jin, do I look like your master?

The huge plane began to accelerate on the runway, lift up, and soar into the sky.

Through the porthole, you can see the buildings and vehicles on the ground rapidly shrinking in size, eventually being replaced by layers upon layers of sea of ​​clouds.

Outside the window, an endless sea of ​​clouds rolls like waves, its golden-white hue under the bright sunlight resembling a pristine snowfield or a fairyland from mythology.

Wang Xuan gazed quietly at the magnificent scene, his heart unusually calm and undisturbed.

These past five years have not only seen an improvement in his triple-level reverse-life technique, but more importantly, this unique skill has not only refined his "fate" but also greatly nourished his "nature".

His soul and state of mind continued to be sublimated and refined along with the strength of his physical body.

He is no longer the naive young man he was five years ago, who would get excited about gaining power and pleasantly surprised by system rewards.

His powerful cultivation of life force brought him composure that remained unchanged even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, a calmness that came from seeing through the vicissitudes of life, and a sense of inner peace and tranquility.

Ordinary things can no longer easily cause him to have intense emotional fluctuations.

After several hours of flight, the plane landed at Beijing Capital International Airport.

Wang Xuan did not leave the airport; instead, he went directly through the transit channel to complete the procedures for his next flight to Yue Zhao Airport in Liupanshui, Guizhou.

Based on the limited information revealed in the anime, Granny Jin Feng's activity range is most likely around Liupanshui.

Therefore, he chose to fly directly to Liupanshui.

After another flight, a slight turbulence was felt in the fuselage, indicating that the aircraft was descending.

Through the porthole, one can clearly see the unique karst landform of Guizhou below—the rolling, dark green mountains, like frozen waves on the earth, with winding roads and scattered villages faintly visible among them.

As the plane's tires touched the ground with a dull screech, and it finally glided smoothly on the runway, Wang Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

We've arrived in Liupanshui.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up, and followed the orderly flow of people off the plane, passing through the jet bridge into the arrival hall.

Outside the airport, the moist and fresh air rushed in, carrying the unique scent of the southwest region, a mixture of grass, trees, and soil.

The sky here seems lower and the clouds are thicker than in the north.

Wang Xuan didn't linger. After getting his bearings, he started walking towards the airport exit, quickly blending into the crowd of people in this small southwestern city.

His search officially began.

Chapter 10 Find the clue

Liupanshui is a city surrounded by mountains, with a cool climate and undulating streets, bearing a strong southwestern regional character.

Wang Xuan walked among them, his Taoist robe and outstanding demeanor still attracting attention, but he was already used to it.

Based on the hazy fragments of memories from my past life, to find Granny Jinfeng who lives in seclusion here, I first need to find the mutton noodle shop that is connected to her.

Wang Xuan vaguely remembered that the shop in the anime seemed to be called "Guizhou Lamb Rice Noodles," an extremely ordinary name.

"It's like finding a needle in a haystack..."

He smiled bitterly to himself and pulled out his old-fashioned smartphone, which he had bought a few years ago.

Five years later, the SIM card is still working, thanks to the fact that he had topped up enough phone credit beforehand.

Open the Baidu Maps app and enter "Guizhou mutton rice noodles" in the search box.

The moment the search results popped up, Wang Xuan couldn't help but exclaim in his mind, "Wow!"

The map shows that there are more than a dozen shops in Liupanshui city alone that are marked with "Guizhou mutton rice noodles" or similar names!

This doesn't even include the smaller shops that might not be included on the map or have slightly different names.

Eighteen years have passed, and the memories of my past life have become blurred, with many details seemingly covered by a thick layer of dust.

He tried hard to recall, but could only vaguely remember that the shop owner's surname was... Wan?

The impression was far too faint.

There was no other way but to use the most clumsy yet direct method—to go to each and every store one by one and ask them questions.

Thus, Wang Xuan's trip to Liupanshui turned into a "restaurant exploration" operation centered around mutton rice noodle shops.

He followed the markings on the map, searching for each shop one by one. Some shops were located in bustling streets, while others were hidden deep in winding alleys.

Thanks to his extraordinary physical strength and speed, he didn't feel particularly tired.

Every time he enters a "Guizhou mutton rice noodle" shop, he first carefully observes the environment inside the shop—the decoration style, the type of customers, whether there are any special markings on the walls, and so on.

Then order a bowl of their signature mutton rice noodles, and slowly savor it (the flavors are indeed quite different), while casually chatting with the owner or waiter.

Most of the time, the response is a blank shake of the head, or a wary look followed by "I don't know him" or "I've never heard of him."

Occasionally, I'll get some information about the surnames of other mutton rice noodle shop owners, but I haven't encountered anyone with the surname "Wan" yet.

Two days passed quietly amidst all this running around and asking questions.

Wang Xuan was not discouraged; his mind remained peaceful, as if this was not a tedious search for someone, but rather another form of travel and experience.

Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, following the map, he turned into a slightly quiet street in the old town and found a "Guizhou Lamb Rice Noodles" shop that looked quite old under a large locust tree.

The shop's storefront was small, and the signboard had faded somewhat from the wind and sun, but the entrance was kept clean. It wasn't mealtime, and there were only one or two customers inside.

A strange intuition told Wang Xuan: This is the place.

He didn't go in immediately, but first found an elderly neighbor nearby, offered him a cigarette, and politely inquired:

"Old man, can I ask you something? Is the owner of this mutton rice noodle shop surnamed Wan?"

The old man took the cigarette, looked at Wang Xuan's attire, and although he found it strange, he still replied, "Yes, the boss's surname is Wan, his name is Wan Liangcai, and he is an honest man."

Having received confirmation, Wang Xuan felt reassured.

After thanking him, he straightened his clothes and stepped into the "Guizhou Lamb Rice Noodles" shop.

The shop is not large, with four or five old wooden tables, and the air is filled with the rich aroma of mutton soup.

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, slightly overweight, wearing an apron, and with a kind face was sitting behind the counter doing accounts.

Hearing footsteps, the boss looked up and was visibly taken aback when he saw Wang Xuan walking in.

Wang Xuan's attire and demeanor were completely out of place in this bustling street food stall.

"Hello, what would you like to eat?"

Boss Wan stood up and hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to greet them.

He sized up Wang Xuan, and his intuition told him that this person didn't seem like a customer who had come specifically to eat mutton rice noodles.

As expected, Wang Xuan didn't look at the menu on the wall, but instead smiled slightly and greeted him politely.

"Hello, is this Mr. Wan?"

"I am... I didn't know you were..."

Boss Wan looked at Wang Xuan with suspicion, quickly searching his mind to make sure he had never seen such a unique young man before.

"Hello boss, sorry to bother you."

Wang Xuan spoke gently and directly stated his purpose.

"I'm here to see Granny Jinfeng. I heard that you should have a way to contact her or know her address, is that right?"

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible hint of wariness and surprise flashed in Boss Wan's eyes.

He looked at Wang Xuan again carefully. The young man in front of him had clear and open eyes and a peaceful expression. He certainly didn't look like a bad person.

But he still cautiously asked one more question:

"Young man, I don't know what you want to see Granny Jin Feng for? She likes peace and quiet and doesn't see many outsiders."

Wang Xuan was very frank; there was nothing he wanted to hide.

"I have some things I'd like to ask Granny Jin Feng for advice on."

"It's about some... old stories from the older generation. Perhaps Grandma knows some clues."

He deliberately spoke vaguely, both pointing out the direction and not revealing information about the supernatural being.

Looking into Wang Xuan's sincere eyes, Boss Wan recalled that although Granny Jin Feng had a strange temper, she wasn't completely elusive; occasionally, some strange people would come looking for her.

He pondered for a moment and concluded that the young man did not seem to have any ill intentions.

Boss Wan finally nodded, took out a small notebook from under the counter, tore off a piece of paper, wrote down an address, and handed it to Wang Xuan.

"This is where Grandma Jinfeng lives. It's quite remote, outside the city, so it's not easy to find. Grandma is old, so please be polite when you visit."

Wang Xuan took the slip of paper with both hands. It contained the name of a village and its approximate location. He was delighted and solemnly thanked Boss Wan, saying, "Thank you, Boss Wan. I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"It's okay, it's a small matter."

Boss Wan waved his hand and smiled憨厚ly.

Wang Xuan thanked them again, then turned and left the mutton rice noodle shop. Outside, the setting sun cast a warm golden glow on his white Taoist robe.

He glanced at the address in his hand, his gaze hardening.

Without further delay, he determined the direction and quickly blended into the evening flow of people and vehicles in Liupanshui, heading briskly towards the outskirts of the city.

Our destination: Granny Jinfeng's secluded retreat.

Chapter 11 A Renowned Figure of Quanxing – Xia Liuqing

Following the address provided by Boss Wan, Wang Xuan searched all the way there. The address indicated an extremely remote location, far from the hustle and bustle of Liupanshui city, deep in the suburbs, or even the wilderness.

As he continued his journey, the sky quickly darkened, eventually becoming completely shrouded in the inky blue night, with only sparse stars and a crescent moon casting a cold, faint glow.

After passing through a dense and quiet forest, the path underfoot gradually changed from a gravel road to a narrow, secluded trail.

All that could be heard were the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Just when Wang Xuan thought he might have gone the wrong way, the view suddenly opened up before him.

Deep in the dense forest, there was a rare clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a small wooden house built entirely of logs.

The log cabin looks quite old, with the wood surface displaying a deep, weathered grayish-brown hue, but the structure remains sturdy, and the roof is covered with a thick layer of thatch.

A dim, warm light shone through the window, like a lonely yet comforting lighthouse in this desolate wilderness.

The wooden house is surrounded by a small courtyard enclosed by a simple bamboo fence, where some common flowers and plants are planted and kept in a neat and orderly manner.

The air was filled with a faint, fresh scent of grass and trees, and a subtle, unique aroma of herbs.

"It should be right here."

Wang Xuan confirmed this to himself.

The quiet and secluded environment, as well as the faint yet unique trace of Qi in the air, perfectly matched the identity of Granny Jinfeng, this reclusive and extraordinary person.

He straightened his Taoist robe, which had been fluttering slightly from his journey, and slowly walked forward, passing through the simple fence gate to the wooden door of the cabin, which also looked quite old.

"Knock knock~"

He raised his hand and tapped the door a few times with his knuckles, the sound particularly clear in the quiet night.

After that, he stood still with his hands at his sides, making no further movements, patiently waiting for a response from inside the house.

First, there was a faint rustling sound from inside the room, as if someone was getting up from a chair. Then, a slightly aged female voice, tinged with doubt and wariness, rang out:

"Who is it? It's so late..."

With a slightly jarring creak, the wooden door was pulled open a crack from the inside.

The dim light streamed through the crack in the door, illuminating a small open space in front of it.

A short, slightly hunched old woman appeared behind the door.

Her hair was gray, long and casually draped over her shoulders. She wore reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, and behind the lenses, her eyes revealed a world-weary wisdom and a scholarly air.

She wore simple, faded clothes, but were very clean. She was Wang Xuan's target—Granny Golden Wind.

Granny Jinfeng peered through the crack in the door, suspiciously eyeing the uninvited guest outside. When her gaze fell upon Wang Xuan, she visibly paused for a moment.

"Young man, who are you looking for?"

Her tone was cautious, and her gaze lingered for a moment on Wang Xuan's conspicuous Taoist robe and flowing long hair, a fleeting, elusive look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Wang Xuan bowed slightly, performing the courtesy of a junior meeting a senior, his tone respectful and gentle:

"Grandma Jin Feng, good evening. I apologize for disturbing you. I am Wang Xuan, and I have come here to ask you to help me contact Xia Liuqing, the senior Xia."