"Game?" Su Baiyi was confused. Feng Wan'er simply closed her eyes. "Come on, I'm ready." Only then did Su Baiyi understand, his face flushing slightly. He bowed to Feng Wan'er, "Aunt, I take my leave!" With that, he turned to the door, opened it, and was about to step out, but as soon as the door opened, an unseen force abruptly pushed it shut again. Su Baiyi snapped his head around to see Feng Wan'er gently shaking her sleeves, looking at him with disappointment. "The maiden has feelings, but the young man is indifferent. How disheartening." Feng Wan'er shook her head gently. Su Baiyi instinctively reached for his waist, but his hand grasped nothing. The longsword that always hung there was gone. Feng Wan'er raised her right hand, holding the Junyu sword. She sighed softly, "Since I could never forget that man, of course I would remember his sword as well. How could the inheritor of the Junyu Sword be so weak?" "So Aunt has been pretending all along," Su Baiyi felt a cold sweat break out on his back. "I wasn't pretending. I really do like you." Feng Wan'er said. In a flash, she appeared before Su Baiyi. As he tried to escape, she pressed the sword against his shoulder, then yanked him back, throwing him onto the bed. She drew the Junyu sword and pointed it at the now immobilized Su Baiyi. "It's a pity you don't like me." Su Baiyi was scared out of his wits. "Aunt, what do you intend to do?" "If you don't like…

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.…

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…

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…

"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…

"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,…