Two carriages entered the Cloud Realm Mountain. Feng Wan'er's carriage went directly to her residence, the Immortal Jade Palace, while Xie Yuling and the others were taken to the Jade Dew Mansion next to the Immortal Jade Palace. "Young master Xie, the guest rooms have been prepared for the two of you. I'll show you there now," a young disciple greeted them at the entrance of the Immortal Jade Palace. Xie Yuling stepped out of the carriage. "Then please help us park the carriage in the backyard." "No problem, no problem. Sitong, please help park young master Xie's carriage in the backyard. I'll take young master Xie and his companion to their guest rooms," the young disciple called out loudly. A simple-looking young man in a coarse cloth coat ran out from the courtyard. "Sitong?" Feng Zuojun was taken aback. "Do you know him?" Xie Yuling asked in a low voice. "You go ahead. I'll join you later," Feng Zuojun replied. Xie Yuling nodded and got out of the carriage with Nangong Xier. The two of them followed the young disciple into the courtyard. Xie Yuling turned his head slightly and saw a black shadow flash past in the corner of his eye. He glanced at Nangong Xi’er, who remained calm and nodded slightly at him. As Sitong was driving the carriage towards the backyard, he suddenly heard a voice behind him, "Sitong, I've only been gone a few years. How did you end up as a mere carriage driver?" Sitong trembled in fright and was about to turn around.…

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little strange. Bai Hehuai turned around, gently fanning to disperse the smoke from the incense stick. The Patriarch stroked the Sleeping Dragon Sword beside him, lost in thought. The two seemed to have reached a silent understanding, neither speaking. After a moment of silence, Bai Hehuai finally said, "Patriarch, I've thought of a method to completely remove the poison from your body, but it's somewhat dangerous." The Patriarch's face twitched slightly. "Oh? Do tell." In the courtyard, Mu Yumo put on her rabbit-head mask again and continued gazing at the bright moon in the sky. Suddenly, a white paper butterfly floated down leisurely. Mu Yumo raised her finger, and the butterfly landed on her fingertip, fluttering gently before suddenly bursting into flames. Mu Yumo waved her hand abruptly and shouted, "You guys take the Patriarch and leave first!" Hearing the commotion, Bai Hehuai inside the room exchanged a glance with Patriarch. She quickly extinguished the incense stick and picked up her medicine chest. "We barely had a moment's respite, and now we must flee again." The Patriarch put on his clothes and picked up the Sleeping Dragon Sword. "Once you cure me, no one will dare to come after us!" Just then, with a loud boom, a hole was blasted through the back wall of the house, and the carriage was already waiting outside. "As expected of the Spider Shadows, every action is so swift," Bai Hehuai sighed, then shouldered her medicine chest and walked out. Soon, Mu Yumo was the only…

A long, dark dream. In the dream, there was no light, no people, only sounds. Of desperate screams, soft weeping, eerie laughter... all kinds of sounds converged, making one feel as if they were in hell. "Evil demons!" The dreamer shouted angrily. "We may be evil demons, but is your Dark River any righteous sect?" Voices, simultaneously mixing men, women, children, and the elderly, came from all directions. They're just demons. Cut them down with your blade, just like you've done time and time again! The dreamer lowered his head slightly and reached for the longsword at his waist, then froze. The sword was broken, only the hilt remained. The voices slowly transformed into skeletons, lunging towards him... "Haa!" The old man, drenched in sweat, awoke from his dream with a startled cry. He sat up abruptly, his hand instinctively gripping the Sleeping Dragon sword beside him. Bai Hehuai and the others outside the house heard the startled cry and rushed back inside. They saw their Patriarch sitting on the bed, half-dressed, his muscles taut, his body radiating a chilling killing intent. When he looked up at them, his eyes seemed to burn with fire. Mu Yumo quickly scanned the room, but found no signs of a struggle. Even the ceiling seemed intact. Puzzled, she asked, "What happened?" "Get out!" the Patriarch growled. Bai Hehuai patted Mu Yumo on the shoulder, "Sister Mu, please step out. It seems I may have used the wrong dosage of medicine. I'll treat the Patriarch." Mu Yumo glanced at the Patriarch, nodded, and quickly…

Su Muyu stopped and swept his long sword fiercely around him in a circle. A surge of sword energy severed the lanterns held by the children, sending them flying. Su Muyu then swung his sword forward, cleaving the dense fog before him. The long-haired man, seated on his palanquin, glared fiercely at Su Muyu and drew a bizarrely long sword. Su Muyu leapt forward, landing in front of the palanquin. He swung his thin sword, clashing with the long-haired man's blade. Su Muyu yelled in a low voice, "Run!" The long-haired man flicked his sword, sending Su Muyu flying back. He sneered, "Run? You think you can kill me?" Su Muyu flipped in mid-air, landing gracefully. He twirled his thin sword lightly, not even glancing at the long-haired man as he turned his back. The long-haired man frowned slightly, about to give chase. But his palanquin suddenly fell apart beneath him. He leaped back ten feet, then looked down to find a tiny red dot on his chest, slowly spreading outward. "When did you..." The long-haired man's voice trembled slightly as he spoke. Su Muyu slowly walked forward, sheathing his thin sword back into the paper umbrella. He raised the umbrella, tilting his head slightly as a raindrop hit his face. Once again, he murmured softly, "Run." This time, the long-haired man didn't hesitate. He immediately turned and fled with all his might, disappearing from sight in mere moments. Su Muyu gripped the umbrella handle tightly, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in his heart. But though the long-haired man was…

After Su Baiyi finished saying that he and Xie Kanhua had no relationship, Aunt Feng seemed to become a little depressed. She yawned and lay down on the soft chair, but her hands were not idle, stroking Su Baiyi's thigh. "After I saw the young man named Xie Kanhua back then, I felt that the rest of them were empty shells, boring." Su Baiyi's body stiffened, and he replied awkwardly, "That's for sure, how can ordinary people compare to the most brilliant young master of our Xie family in a hundred years!" "But I later heard that he was expelled from the Xie family, and your Xie family no longer recognized this disciple." Feng Wan'er narrowed her eyes slightly, with some regret in her voice, "After that, I never saw him again." "Aunt Feng likes Mr. Xie, why not go find him?" Su Baiyi asked curiously. "Admiration and liking are not the same." Feng Wan'er reached out and pulled Su Baiyi beside her into her arms, kissing him gently on the forehead, "Auntie likes you." Su Baiyi was caught off guard and petrified on the spot. Feng Wan'er then pressed his head against her chest and closed her eyes completely. Su Baiyi didn't dare to move, and after waiting silently for a moment, he realized that Feng Wan'er's breathing gradually became even, and she actually fell asleep. After about an hour's journey, the carriage arrived at a mountain gate. Inside the gate, clouds and mist swirled around lush trees, with courtyards occasionally scattered among the mountains. Outside the gate, a…

"Huh?" Everyone present was dumbfounded. Only Feng Zuojun, sitting in the carriage, covered his mouth with his hand, stifling a laugh. "What's the matter? Are you unwilling, little brother?" Feng Wan'er raised an eyebrow. "This..." Su Baiyi was momentarily speechless. Unlike the others present who had grown up under the protection of their families, he had been raised in Apricot Blossom Village and was well-versed in worldly interactions. That was why he had been able to step forward and deal with the Feng family when the others were at a loss. However, this was the first time he had encountered such blatant flirting. "Baiyi is my personal attendant, we grew up together..." Xie Yuling said, lowering his head. "You said yourself that he's grown up. When people grow up, they eventually leave your side. Even though he's your attendant, he should have his own life." Feng Wan'er's gaze remained fixed on Su Baiyi, her eyes sparkling. "Of course, if you already have someone in your heart, little brother, like this pretty young lady beside you, then forget I said anything. But if not, why don't you come into my carriage and chat with me? You can always return to Young Master Xie whenever you wish." "You shouldn't call me little sister. The Third Elder and our Xie family head are of the same generation, so we should address you as aunt." Nangong Xi'er said coldly. "Oh dear, are you saying I'm old?" Feng Wan'er wasn't offended, still smiling. "But some men like me just the way I am. A little…

In a short time, the chessboard was filled with pieces, and the pace of the game between the two players gradually slowed down. The middle-aged man sighed softly, "Your answers are always unexpected, yet when they come from you, they seem so natural, as if it were the most logical thing in the world for you." "I've been with the Su family for nearly two decades. The old master pulled me out of the river, and Changhe and I are brothers from the same Refining Furnace. To be precise, we're family," Su Muyu said calmly. The middle-aged man shook his head, "Someone like Changhe would never consider the old master or me as family. He only sees you as family." "But now, as Kui, I must protect the Patriarch's life," Su Muyu said in a deep voice. TN: in previous chapters, I used "Puppet Master," but I'll be using the original term "Kui" from now on. "Is that all?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly. "I always thought there might be some other reason." "Teacher, you taught me that commitment is the most important thing in our lives. Without commitment, an assassin who has been paid would turn around and kill their client for more money. In the end, order would be disrupted, assassins would have no reason to exist, and the Dark River would have no reason to exist either," Su Muyu replied. The middle-aged man gave a wry smile. "You're very smart, but sometimes too stubborn." "Having become a tool for killing, if there isn't a bit of stubbornness…

Su Baiyi closed the door for Xie Yuling and walked back into the courtyard. At that moment, a white butterfly fluttered down onto his hand. Su Baiyi looked at the butterfly and smiled. "This butterfly is truly amazing, always able to find us." "Senior Brother may not be skilled in martial arts, but his mastery of mechanisms is unparalleled in the world.” Nangong Xi'er walked over, took the white butterfly, then clenched her right hand, crushing it into dust. She scattered the dust on the ground and unfolded the hidden note . "What does it say?" Feng Zuojun eagerly leaned closer. Nangong Xi'er frowned slightly. "Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm, Second House gains power, three days later, the new sect master will have a grand ceremony." "What about my father?" Feng Zuojun asked anxiously. Nangong Xi'er continued to read, "Feng Yuhan, whereabouts unknown." "Let's go!" Feng Zuojun waved his hand, and the door opened once again. Xie Yuling, fully dressed, was holding Feng Zuojun's long saber in his right hand. He stepped out, tossed the saber to Feng Zuojun, who caught it. Xie Yuling walked past him, adjusting his clothes, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!" At the entrance of Moran Manor. Mo Bai looked somewhat regretful. "Leaving just like that? How about I go with you?" "Such a large manor relies on you. This journey is fraught with unknown dangers, so Senior Brother should stay here. If someone from the academy comes to help, please inform them about our situation," Nangong Xi'er replied. "Of course, of course," Mo Bai nodded.…

Mo Bai had barely finished speaking when the figure in black reappeared atop the courtyard wall. The wind gently lifted the hem of his clothes as he rested the giant saber on his shoulder, slightly bent over, and looked down at the two people below. No, at one person. He only looked at Su Baiyi, sizing him up from head to toe, as if Mo Bai didn't even exist. Mo Bai, however, was so terrified that he couldn't even speak. He was a direct disciple of the Confucian Sage, and although he ultimately didn't achieve the rank of gentleman, he had been considered exceptionally talented during his time at the academy. Yet, facing this person, all his pride and courage vanished in an instant. Su Baiyi looked up to meet the man's gaze. The man appeared to be in his thirties, and would have been considered handsome if not for a long scar that ran from his left eyebrow to the corner of his mouth, giving him a somewhat frightening appearance. The man smiled at Su Baiyi, and Su Baiyi smiled back. "It's nothing, I'm just here to take a look at you." The man said slowly. Su Baiyi nodded. "And what can you see?" "Your senior disciple is so scared he can barely stand, yet you remain calm. This composure alone is worthy of the surname Su." The man straightened up. "I think we'll meet again soon." With that, he turned and finally left. Su Baiyi slowly exhaled. "I don't even know who you are, so of course I'm…

Su Baiyi remained silent for a long time before recovering from the shock. He slowly said, "Second sister-in-law said that the city lord of Jimo also encountered someone who cultivated the Immortals’ Book. The world's best swordsman couldn't even withstand ten moves from that person. Could the opponent you mentioned, sir, be the same person? Was this person the target of the Weilong Alliance back then?" Dongfang Xiaoyue neither agreed nor disagreed, but said softly, "Legend has it that there were once five immortal mountains in the world, named Daiyu, Yuanjiao, Fanghu, Yingzhou, and Penglai. According to ancient books, each mountain was thirty thousand miles in circumference, with a flat top nine thousand miles wide. The mountains were seventy thousand miles apart, yet considered neighbors. The pavilions and terraces on top were made of gold and jade, and the birds and beasts were all pure white. Trees of pearls and jade grew in clusters, their flowers and fruits were delicious, and eating them granted eternal life. The inhabitants were all immortal beings, flying back and forth day and night, too numerous to count. However, the five mountains had no roots and constantly drifted with the tides. Eventually, two mountains drifted away, disappearing without a trace, leaving only Fanghu, Yingzhou, and Penglai. But these three mountains also remain elusive, with no one knowing their location..." Su Baiyi was puzzled, "What exactly do you mean, Confucian Sage?" "Some things are better learned gradually. Su Baiyi, your background is extraordinary, but in my eyes, all beings in the world are the same. Don't…