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Now, it seemed that not only was there no promise, but if she had left any later, her little disciple might have been implicated as well.

Within a cloud of mist, Lan Ting complained, “Master, I told you I’m fine. You insisted on dragging me to the Dao Seeking Sect. What would Lu Yang think if he finds out!”

“You came back and focused on developing an automatic skewer grilling array, trying to transform into someone else using the Shape-Imitating Fist, and you say you’re fine?”

“I’ve told you long ago to stay away from the people of the Dao Seeking Sect. There’s a lesson to be learned from experience!”

“Back when I descended the mountain for my cultivation journey, I encountered a disciple from the Dao Seeking Sect. The two of us joined forces to exorcise a ghost and stayed in an inn for a few days after reaching our destination. That ghost was audacious enough to hide under the Dao Seeking Sect disciple’s bed for three days.”

“In the end, the person discovered the problem, dragged the ghost out from under the bed, and demanded the ghost pay its share of the rent for those three days.”

“Is this the thought process of a normal person?”

“Who was this person?” Lan Ting asked.

“The sect master of the Dao Seeking Sect, Daoist Non-Speaker.”

Luo Hongxia scoffed and continued, “Another time, the two of us encountered a dismemberment case. Over a dozen children were brutally murdered, their bodies mutilated, with limbs scattered all over. Only a girl with a dull expression survived. We stayed by the girl’s side to ensure her safety.”

“After a while, enforcers came and said that after assembling the corpses, they found each body was missing a part. The missing parts could altogether form another girl.”

“At that moment, I felt a chill rush to my head. The girl then revealed a creepy smile and laughter, which was extremely unsettling. Daoist Non-Speaker tapped her on the head and said, ‘What’s so funny? Don’t you see we’re discussing serious matters?’”

“The girl was completely dazed.”

Lan Ting: “……”

…

Out of concern for his master, Lu Yang once again arrived at the pine forest of Heaven’s Gate Peak, only to see Daoist Non-Speaker tied up in a very distinctive manner.

“Is performance art now a trend in our Dao Seeking Sect?” Lu Yang wondered.

Daoist Non-Speaker struggled fiercely, making large movements and mumbling something through his gag, as if asking for help.

Lu Yang removed the yellow paper from his forehead, allowing Daoist Non-Speaker to regain his magical powers, untie the ropes, spit out the sock, and successfully escape the bind.

Daoist Non-Speaker, with tears in his eyes: “Good brother, from now on, we’re equals. You call me master, and I’ll call you master!”

Lu Yang thought it might be better to tie his master back up.

Daoist Non-Speaker stepped out of the cave, arms wide open towards the sunlight, embracing nature: “Ten years, I have finally come out!”

Then he thought the atmosphere wasn’t quite right, so he manipulated the clouds to make it rain over a small area above him.

The heavy rain quickly soaked him through, and he opened his arms again, embracing freedom: “Ah, ten years, I have finally come out!”

Perfect.

Having achieved the desired effect, Daoist Non-Speaker dispersed the rain clouds and turned to Lu Yang, “I’m planning to go down the mountain to narrate stories. Do you want to come with me?”

Daoist Non-Speaker had not forgotten his mission.

Lu Yang was tempted but shook his head: “No, my identity is too sensitive. It would be bad if someone from the Everlasting Sect recognized me.”

Daoist Non-Speaker laughed heartily: “What’s so difficult about that?”

Daoist Non-Speaker waved his hand across Lu Yang’s face, causing Lu Yang’s features to subtly change, making him completely unrecognizable.

“It’s just about not being recognized by enemies, right? I understand; I’m very experienced in this area. Rest assured, no one in the Unity Stage can see through my disguise!”

Lu Yang wasn’t particularly interested in where Daoist Non-Speaker’s experience came from, but this way, he could indeed go out without worries.

“Can I bring a friend along?”

“Of course.”

Lu Yang called over Meng Jingzhou, who was exercising with punches and kicks.

“Going out for fun?”

“Is it safe?”

“With a big shot leading, it’s guaranteed to be safe.”

“Let’s go.”

After a brief exchange, Meng Jingzhou was ready to go out with Lu Yang, without even asking where they were going or what they’d be doing.

Could it ever be boring with Lu Yang?

“Who is this person?” Meng Jingzhou quietly asked, not recognizing Daoist Non-Speaker.

“My master, Daoist Non-Speaker.” Lu Yang proudly introduced.

Daoist Non-Speaker recognized Meng Jingzhou, gently stroking his white beard: “Ah, the young Meng lad. I’ve heard your grandfather talk about you. I even drank at your full-month celebration.”

“You know my grandfather?” Meng Jingzhou was somewhat surprised; he had never heard his grandfather mention this.

Daoist Non-Speaker laughed at the question: “I’ve known your grandfather for over a thousand years.”

After Meng Jingzhou’s appearance was altered in the same manner, he asked, “How are we setting off? I have a carriage.”

Lu Yang waved his hand dismissively: “No need. I’ve recently learned a new sword flying technique that allows for sword flight.”

“But a sword can only carry one person, right? What about the two of us?” Meng Jingzhou raised an eyebrow.

Lu Yang proudly pulled out an oddly shaped flying chariot from his identity jade card: “You can think of this as a sword sheath, just a bit larger.”

“I can activate the sword flying technique, and the flying chariot can take to the skies, carrying up to five people!”

Meng Jingzhou walked around the flying chariot, tapping on its shell and listening to the resonant echo, his eyes lighting up: “Nice piece of work. Did you invent this?”

“Naturally.”

Daoist Non-Speaker nodded repeatedly, admiring his disciple’s exceptional talent in swordsmanship, certain that Lu Yang would one day be no less distinguished than him!

With excitement, Lu Yang set up the flying chariot. Meng Jingzhou took the passenger seat, and Daoist Non-Speaker sat in the back. They all buckled up, feeling a novel sensation.

“Take off!”

The Qingfeng Sword emitted a sword cry, and the flying chariot soared into the clouds.

“Master, which direction?”

Daoist Non-Speaker pointed forward: “To the south. The south is bustling with many thoroughfares, perfect for me to narrate stories!”

The flying chariot headed south. When encountering flying boats, the passengers were astonished by the existence of the flying chariot.

Daoist Non-Speaker tapped the back seat, an invisible shuttle-shaped barrier expanded, reducing air resistance. He also used the sword flying technique to aid the chariot’s flight.

Feeling his master’s support, Lu Yang’s confidence soared, and the flying chariot’s speed increased another notch.

With the master onboard, safety was assured!

…

When Yun Zhi checked on her master’s condition, the cave was empty, leaving only a golden rope, yellow talisman paper, and someone’s sock.

Returning to her cave, there was a note left by Lu Yang at the entrance:

I’m traveling with my master for a while, don’t worry about me.

Yun Zhi grew even more worried.

Her master… couldn’t distinguish north from south.

…

Above a small town in the west, the flying chariot malfunctioned and plummeted straight down.

(End of the chapter)