Then, with a swift turn of his body, he returned to the Daozang Mountain.
Vulgar and overreaching acts were not his style.
"Ah, itâs such a joy to be back home."
The moment he stepped foot on Daozang Mountain and felt the refreshing Immortal Spirit in the air again, Chen Changâan deeply inhaled with bliss.
âThereâs no place like home,â he genuinely understood it now.
The Demon World, on the other hand, was no place for humans to stay.
"Huh? Little Shan, itâs you today?"
Just back on the mountain, Chen Changâan ran into a Disciple coming out of the grand hall.
This must be the Disciple who came to deliver something.
"Greetings...greetings Uncle Master Chen."
Zhang Xiaoshan, who was called by Chen Changâan, froze for a moment, and was then somewhat excited.
He never imagined that during his delivery, he would meet the most mysterious Uncle Master in the legends.
Chen Changâan immediately responded, "Thereâs no need to be so formal. Iâm not a cannibal."
Then, he looked at Zhang Xiaoshan and asked,
"If I remember correctly, you are a disciple from Taiyi Peak, right?"
"Yes, Uncle Master, I am indeed from Taiyi Peak." Zhang Xiaoshan nodded hastily.
Chen Changâan asked again,
"How is Old Wangâs health now?"
"Uncle Master, Old Wangâs health...? Old Wang?" Upon hearing Chen Changâanâs words, Zhang Xiaoshan was about to answer but he froze with words stuck in his throat.
Old Wang? There is no such person at Taiyi Peak.
"Ah, right, forgot you donât know." Chen Changâan seemed to remember something, he hit his forehead with his hand and then explained,
"Old Wang is your master, Master Wang Yongxin."
So, it was Master.
Upon hearing Chen Changâanâs words, Zhang Xiaoshan immediately understood and nodded. So, Old Wang referred to his Master.
Uncle Master Chen was really thoughtful. He was still concerned about the Masterâs health at this time. It seemed that the Master was not bragging these days, he really had a close friendship with the impressive Uncle Master Chen.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoshan immediately bowed to Chen Changâan and respectfully replied,
"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Master. My Masterâs health is pretty good. He teaches us cultivation every day."
"What? His health is pretty good?"
"Are you sure?"
However, upon hearing Zhang Xiaoshanâs words, Chen Changâan was taken aback.
He stared at Zhang Xiaoshan in confusion, as if he was baffled, and said earnestly,
"Shan, be honest with me, are you trying to trick me?"
Seeing Chen Changâanâs disbelief, Zhang Xiaoshan started sweating nervously. He hurriedly explained,
"Uncle...Uncle Master, my Master is really doing alright."
"Is he?"
"Oh, maybe I remembered it wrong."
Chen Changâan nodded puzzledly.
Then his confusion grew again, "Wait, no, I distinctly remember that your Master came to me for a Silver Flask Plum."
"Are you sure your elderly Master doesnât have kidney deficiency after all this time?"
Uh.
Listening to Uncle Masterâs words, Zhang Xiaoshan was perplexed. He really didnât know how to respond, but still nodded.
However,
"Uncle Master, what is this Silver Flask Plum? Is it a powerful Cultivation Technique?"
Chen Changâan nodded, "Hmm, itâs pretty powerful. Not even old monsters who have cultivated for a hundred thousand years could withstand it."
"Oh my God, itâs that powerful? Can I learn such a Cultivation Technique, Uncle Master?"
"You can, but I wouldnât recommend it." Chen Changâan glanced at Zhang Xiaoshan, carefully studied him, and then said,
"Why is that?"
No sooner had Zhang Xiaoshan asked the question than he regretted it because he found that his Uncle Master had cast a contemptuous look upon hearing it.
The next moment, Chen Changâan said with a meaningful tone, "Young man, Iâm afraid you wonât win a swordfight against your Master with your physique."
After he said this, Chen Changâan left. He walked away casually, leaving no trace behind.
Leaving Zhang Xiaoshan dumbfounded in place.
Defeated by Master in a swordfight?
Am I supposed to compete with my Master? But Iâve never been able to beat my Master. Isnât it normal for him to win a swordfight against me?"
Unable to figure it out, Zhang Xiaoshan could only shake his head and walk down the mountain.
He planned to ask Master Wang Dao what this swordfight is about, and why it would make such a formidable person as Uncle Master Chen so wary.
"What a silly kid."
On the way back to the Sutra Pavilion, Chen Changâan looked back at Zhang Xiaoshan. Seeing the naive innocence on his face, Chen Changâan couldnât help but smile a bit.
People of this world are just too naive. They are grown ups yet they have no idea about worldly matters.
Even an old man like Master Wang, who has reached the fourth realm of Cultivation, immediately surrendered before a minor "false" Uncle Master.
Really, so pure!
Sometimes, Chen Changâan felt he must have chosen the wrong way to explore this world.
If he had known this, he would have made a fortune by selling little booklets instead.
Instead, he foolishly published "Anecdotes of the Song Emperor", revealing so much about himself. It was truly embarrassing.
Chen Changâan could assure, if he had done this, at least half of the beings in the Wuxiang realm would succumb.
Think about it! âSilver Flask Plumâ, merely a parody of âPlum Blossomâ, could make a Mountain Lord succumb in minutes.
If he started publishing more sensational stuff, wouldnât many of them die out in minutes?