"Why hasn't he arrived yet? Why hasn't he arrived yet? Senior Brother Mo Bai, please go and remind the Confucian Sage that Senior Sister is severely injured and cannot be disturbed. Please ask him to come here quickly." Su Baiyi paced back and forth in the main hall, his face full of anxiety. Mo Bai kept reassuring him, "Don't worry, don't worry. Master has already arrived here, he won't run away." "But who can say for sure? This Confucian Sage is so elusive, like seeing a heavenly dragon's head but not its tail. What if he runs away again?" Su Baiyi said anxiously, "No, I have to go see him first. By the way, didn't you say Senior Brothers Feng and Xie also came? Where are they?" TN: To see a heavenly dragon’s head but not its tail. This idiom refers to someone who is incredibly elusive or disappears as quickly as they appear. "They said they hadn't bathed in days, so they went straight to bathe as soon as they arrived," Mo Bai smiled. "They really did smell quite a bit. It's hard to believe they are disciples of the esteemed academy." "Wouldn't the Confucian Sage also be quite smelly then?" Su Baiyi asked. "Who's smelly?" A handsome young man dressed in white robes, as pure as snow, appeared at the door, smiling as he spoke. "No, I'm going now." Su Baiyi ignored the young man and walked outside. "Where are you going?" The handsome young man reached out to block his way. "Move aside, move aside." Su Baiyi…

Pure Yang Temple of Eternal Life. In the blink of an eye, the Spider Shadow assassins had all withdrawn, leaving only Su Muyu standing alone in the courtyard. He gently adjusted his mask and said softly, "Come out." The door of the Taoist temple was gently pushed open, and Xie Changze and Xie Jinke walked in from outside. "As expected of the renowned Umbrella Ghost, we were confident that we hadn't made a single sound, yet you still sensed our arrival." Xie Changze said with a smile. "The wind has shifted," Su Muyu said calmly. Xie Changze was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Truly extraordinary." Su Muyu tilted his head slightly. "The Xie family's Ghost in Purple Boots and Blade Demon shouldn't be here." Xie Changze took a step forward. "Our family head heard that the Patriarch was seriously injured and is anxious to bring him back to the main hall for treatment." Su Muyu extended a finger and drew a faint line in front of Xie Changze. "Do not cross this line. The Patriarch is fine, everything is well. Please return and report to the Xie family head that his concern is appreciated. The Patriarch is guarded by the Spider Shadows, so there's eveno need for him to worry." Xie Changze looked behind Su Muyu. Ever since he entered, he had been trying to sense the presence of anyone else in the temple, but aside from Su Muyu, he could detect nothing. Frowning, he said, "Is the Patriarch all right? Please allow me to see…

The man in the demon mask led Bai Hehuai out of the side room. Inside, the old man had fallen into a deep sleep after taking the pill Bai had given him. The two made their way towards the main hall of the Taoist temple. "My master met me when he was ninety and I was only five. He saw my extraordinary talent, recognizing the potential in me to become a future Medicine King. To prevent my senior brother from snatching me away, he took me in as his last disciple. Sadly, he passed away just two years later, and my medical skills were mostly taught by my senior brother. But in terms of seniority, I am indeed the junior martial aunt of the current Medicine King, Xin Baicao." Bai Hehuai pulled out a piece of osmanthus cake from her pocket and started to eat it as she walked. "I see," the man in the demon mask said. "But if that's the case, why aren't you in the Medicine King Valley? Why have you come all the way to Jiangnan?" Bai Hehuai tossed the osmanthus cake in her hand. "It's clear you've never been to the Medicine King Valley, There are only three thatched huts, two pigs, one horse, seven sheep, and a large vegetable field. Is there any place in the world more boring than that?" The man in the demon mask asked in confusion, "Is it really that desolate? I thought the Medicine King Valley would be quite prosperous." "My master left behind an ancestral instruction: when practicing…

"I was originally called Dongfang Xiaoyue, but my master said that my name was too casual and didn't sound like the name of someone who would become a Confucian sage, so he changed it to Dongfang Wenlin." Dongfang Xiaoyue shook his head. "Actually, I don't like this name. It's too old-fashioned." "Who cares if you like it or not." Jimo Huaxue slightly raised her Junyu sword. "Now that my life is nearing its end, I want to be called by that name again." Dongfang Xiaoyue spread his hands. "It reminds me of my younger self." "Shut up." Jimo Huaxue leaped forward and struck with her sword. Mo Bai struggled to lift his head and gazed at the figure in red, murmuring, "Is this what people call, a Sword Immortal's strike?" Xie Yuling and Feng Zuojun were both pinned down by the overwhelming force of the sword, unable to stand. Yet, they still struggled to lift their heads, eyes wide open as they watched the strike. Both came from prominent families. Although the Xie family had fallen from grace, they still had several masters of swordsmanship among them. Feng Zuojun's father, Feng Yuhan, was famed as the best swordsman in Yunmeng Prefecture. Together, Xie Yuling and Feng Zuojun had encountered countless masters— hundreds, if not thousands. However, this strike before them was, without a doubt, the most powerful they had seen in nearly twenty years. As the long sword descended, dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky above, and thunder roared. Confucian Sage Dongfang Xiaoyue remained unfazed, gently waving his sleeve…

As the carriage entered the territory of Yunmeng Prefecture and headed towards the Moran Manor, Mo Bai was also leading his men out to inquire about them. It just so happened that a manor disciple who had met Feng Zuojun years ago saw him sitting in the carriage and immediately waved and called out, "Young Master Feng! Young Master Feng!" Feng Zuojun turned his head upon hearing the voice, "See, see? I told you I'm quite famous in Yunmeng Prefecture." Xie Yuling pulled the reins, bringing the carriage to a halt. The Moran Manor disciple immediately came forward, "I am Mo Zhixing. Young Master Feng stayed at the manor for a few days before going to the academy. I served as your guard at that time." "I remember you, Mo Zhixing. Your swordsmanship is quite good," Feng Zuojun nodded. "Lead us to Moran Manor. We are here to see Senior Brother Mo Bai." Mo Zhixing immediately jumped onto the carriage and took the reins from Xie Yuling's hands, "I have already received the news and came out specifically to welcome you, young masters." "Oh? Could it be that Senior Sister and Su Baiyi have already arrived?" Feng Zuojun asked. "Yes. Two young ladies and a young gentleman arrived this morning." Mo Zhixing turned to the other manor disciples beside him, "I'll take these young masters back to the manor. You go ahead and inform the Manor Lord." "Yes!" the other disciples responded. "Two young ladies? How come there's an extra one?" Xie Yuling asked in confusion. "Well, the more ladies,…

The sword hilt was unexpectedly hollow, and inside were tucked a few sheets of paper. Though he hadn't yet seen what was written on them, Su Baiyi already had an answer in his heart. "You've already guessed?" Jimo Huaxue asked. "Yes," Su Baiyi nodded. "It seems I'm truly fated to be connected with this thing." "After the Battle at Heaven’s Gate all those years ago, my father brought these pages back to the city. There were twenty pages in total, depicting a sword technique. But this sword technique was strange, with bizarre and unorthodox moves. My father spent a whole year studying it, but ultimately found nothing and died with deep regrets. My father was known as the Sword Immortal of his time, yet he said he had once crossed swords with someone who practiced this technique, and couldn't last ten moves against them. I also tried to study this sword manual, but after using just three of its moves, my true energy would flow in reverse. I thought that since it was an incomplete manual, with only moves and no cultivation method, it probably couldn't be practiced." Jimo Huaxue paused, then continued, "And the part with the cultivation method was likely taken by the Shanglin Heavenly Palace." "The Xie family has three pages, the Shanglin Heavenly Palace has one half of a volume, and Jimo City has twenty pages of the sword manual. Could it be that..." Su Baiyi raised his head, frowning slightly, "The other three major sects of the Yunmeng Daze , along with the other three…

Nangong Xi'er suddenly began to cough violently. Mo Bai turned his head and asked, "Junior Sister, are you hurt?" Nangong Xi'er shook her head. "It's a long story." Su Baiyi hurriedly asked, "Brother Mo Bai, do you have any medicinal herbs here that can stabilize one's true qi?" Mo Bai thought for a moment. "Yes, yes, there should be Spring Life Dew Pills in the pharmacy. I'll have someone fetch them right away." Su Baiyi nodded. "Thank you. Also, have any other disciples from the academy come here recently?" Mo Bai shook his head. "No, you have only been here once in all these years, and the most recent time was when a few of our junior disciples came to escort the young sect master of Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm to the academy." "Yes, it was Feng Zuojun! It seems he and Senior Brother Xie haven't been here recently." Su Baiyi nodded and looked at Nangong Xier. "Senior Sister, why don't you go back to your room and rest up? Brother Mo Bai and I will go out and inquire about the situation." Nangong Xier nodded. "Thank you for your help." Mo Bai said to the maid standing next to him, "First, take Junior Sister Nangong to the guest room to rest, and then go to the pharmacy to get some Spring Life Dew Pills and bring them over." Nangong Xier stood up and left with the maid. Her true energy had not yet recovered, and the forced use of her sword that day had further aggravated her injuries. She…

Moran Manor Upon hearing that guests had arrived, Mo Bai, the owner of the manor, rushed out of his study. He had received a handwritten letter from a scholar at the academy a few days prior, informing him of a visit from fellow disciples. Having eagerly awaited their arrival, he was overcome with excitement. In the years since leaving the academy, I've missed the people, the scenery, and the events there so dearly. Unfortunately, being confined to Moran Manor, I haven't been able to return. Now, finally seeing fellow disciples again, we must stay up all night and talk. Mo Bai excitedly ran to the entrance, his eyes first falling upon a striking figure in red, his heart skipping a beat. Then, seeing Nangong Xi'er standing beside them, his heart skipped another beat. "In the more than ten years I've been away from the academy... the teacher has taken in so many beautiful female disciples?" Mo Bai murmured under his breath. "Nangong Xi'er, greetings to Senior Brother Mo Bai." Nangong Xi'er bowed with clasped hands. Jimo Huaxue cast a cold glance at the middle-aged scholar but said nothing. Mo Bai didn't seem to mind Jimo Huaxue's indifference at all. He quickly returned the greeting and said, "So it's Junior Sister Nangong Xi'er! We met years ago, but back then you were just a little kid. Now you've grown into a fine young lady. Please, both of you, come in, come in." "Hey, hey, Senior Brother, can you see me?" Su Baiyi waved his hand in front of Mo Bai's face.…