Part 2
Yue Jiusi also downed a cup like an ox drinking water. Apart from feeling a surge in spiritual power within his body, he didn’t taste any difference and couldn’t help smacking his lips.
The Old Sect Master stroked his beard and laughed. “Since Young Master Nangong likes it, I will give you a few canisters after the Immortal Alliance Conference ends.”
Nangong Yi nodded in thanks. “Many thanks, Sect Master.”
The Old Sect Master said, “I wonder how your father’s health has been recently?”
Nangong Yi smiled and replied, “Thanks to Zihuan Zhenren going to Zhaoyue Zhou for treatment, my father’s headaches have lessened somewhat.”
After some small talk, they finally got to the main topic.
The Old Sect Master pushed a spirit contract in front of Nangong Yi and said, “This is the land reclamation and disposal contract for the borderland between Hua Yao Zhou and Zhaoyue Zhou, specifically the Northern Barren Mountains. Since Sect Master Jianqing sent you to discuss this, please take a look. Are there any points of dissatisfaction?”
Nangong Yi took it and examined it carefully.
Recently, demons had appeared in the Northern Barren Mountains, and beast tides occurred frequently. To prevent demons from polluting the spiritual power of the North, the two continents had to unite to reclaim and sweep the area.
After reading, Nangong Yi stamped the contract with the spiritual seal his father had given him. The contract’s spiritual light emerged, and in the unseen realm, he sensed the binding power of the Heavenly Dao descend.
He smiled gently and bowed to the Old Sect Master. “The division of areas in the contract is fair and there is nothing inappropriate.”
The Northern Barren Mountains originally belonged to a lawless zone. Now that the sweep was complete, the territories were officially divided.
The Old Sect Master stroked his beard cheerfully. “It is good that Young Master Nangong is satisfied…”
Before his voice fell, a voice full of joy suddenly barged into the hall—
“Sect Master Martial Uncle, we want to register for the Immortal Alliance Conference!”
Nangong Yi looked up and saw the youth he had met once before running into the hall. He ran all the way to the Old Sect Master and said with a beaming smile, “Martial Uncle, Senior Sister Feng said there is only half a day left before the registration deadline. Please add my name quickly!”
The Old Sect Master’s face immediately sterned as he scolded lightly, “Nonsense, there are guests here.”
Although it was a scolding, it was loud thunder but small raindrops, light as a feather.
Su Huan received a scolding and only then noticed that the Sect Master was entertaining guests. He rubbed his nose awkwardly, realizing that rushing over frantically upon hearing the deadline was indeed a bit too rash.
Turning his head to look—it was actually an acquaintance!
A smile bloomed on his face again, and he said joyfully, “Fellow Daoist Nangong, you’re here!”
Nangong Yi smiled and nodded to him. Yue Jiusi looked at him in surprise. “So you are a Xuanji Sect disciple. I thought you were some brat from a remote corner!”
Seeing this, the Old Sect Master stroked his beard and asked cheerfully, “Oh? You know each other?”
Su Huan nodded and told the Old Sect Master about the experience in the Heart Tribulation Illusion and meeting the people from the illusion later.
After listening, the Old Sect Master pondered, “I didn’t expect the Heart Tribulation Illusion to have such an effect.”
The Old Sect Master said, “I already know about the invasion of the Demon Army you mentioned, but the Immortal Alliance Conference cannot be cancelled.”
Yue Jiusi couldn’t figure it out. “Why? Isn’t this sending the disciples of the immortal sects to their deaths!”
The Old Sect Master sighed lightly. “Because the people from Penglai Immortal Continent are here precisely for the Immortal Alliance Conference. There is an Immortal in their accompanying team. If we cancel temporarily, I fear it will anger the Immortal.”
Hearing this, Yue Jiusi was greatly shocked. “Immortal?! There are truly real Immortals in this world?!”
Nangong Yi mused, “They may be extinct elsewhere, but perhaps true Immortals exist in Penglai Immortal Continent.”
After speaking, he cupped his hands to the Old Sect Master. “Sect Master need not worry. I will inform my father and mother about this matter. If the Nangong family, Xuanji Sect, and Jianqing Sect join hands, we can certainly call upon the hundred immortal sects to help together.”
The Old Sect Master stroked his white beard, nodding and smiling. “Young Master Nangong truly lives up to the world’s praise.”
After saying that, he fell into deep thought, intending to close the door to see off the guests and summon the elders to discuss this matter. At this moment, Xiao Jianming walked in and bowed to the Old Sect Master with cupped hands. “Sect Master, I also want to register for the Immortal Alliance Conference.”
The Old Sect Master frowned and waved his hand, saying, “I know. I already handed this matter over to Yinzhu to manage. Why haven’t I seen him today?”
The attendant who led Xiao Jianming into the hall scratched his head and replied, ” Answering the Sect Master, half a month ago, Eldest Senior Brother was sent by you to investigate the situation in the Northern Barren Mountains.”
The Old Sect Master was stunned and couldn’t help sighing lightly. “Getting old, my memory is failing.”
He glanced at Su Huan, his tone helpless. “You child, your Golden Core is gone, yet you still want to participate in the Immortal Alliance Conference?”
Su Huan glanced at Xiao Jianming, and seeing him nod slightly, said, “I want to go.”
The Old Sect Master noticed their small interaction. He stroked his beard cheerfully, took the register from the table, and personally added their names, laughing, “Fine, fine, fine, I’ll write down your names. Is that okay now?”
After finishing, he asked him again, “Coming back from down the mountain just now, did you see your cousin?”
Su Huan rubbed his nose and nodded.
The Old Sect Master’s divine sense covered the entire Xuanji Sect; nothing that happened could escape his eyes.
The Old Sect Master asked again, “Everything from the past, have you remembered it all?”
Su Huan gave a hum of affirmation.
The Old Sect Master then sighed, “Good child, it’s good that you’ve figured it out. Don’t let down his kind intentions.”
Su Huan nodded heavily.
After bidding farewell to the Old Sect Master, the group left the hall.
On the way down the mountain.
Yue Jiusi stopped Su Huan, scratched his head, and said, “Sorry about earlier, I misunderstood you. I apologize.”
Su Huan waved his hand, indicating he didn’t mind.
Just like in the illusion, he also wanted to be friends with Nangong Yi.
In the original novel, there was a eulogy describing Nangong Yi as a living Bodhisattva who “had not experienced many hardships, yet pitied the suffering of the common people.” When the demons invaded the various immortal continents, he saved the people and was a true gentleman. He was also Su Huan’s favorite character.
Now that he was right in front of him, naturally, he had to make friends with him!
So he took the initiative to say, “Since fate has brought us together, how about letting me entertain you and fulfill the duties of a host?”
Nangong Yi smiled gently and was about to refuse, but Yue Jiusi had already agreed. “Sure! I heard there’s a place in your Xuanji Sect with good wine. Do you know where it is?”
It was then inappropriate to refuse, so Nangong Yi nodded. “In that case, thank you for your hospitality, Fellow Daoist Su.”
Su Huan was happy. Hearing this, he waved his hand. “I am also very happy to be friends with you again!”
Xiao Jianming was left out in the cold, smiling without humor. “Huan-er?”
Su Huan didn’t stop walking, actually running down the mountain together with Yue Jiusi. Hearing his voice, he turned back and asked, “Do you want to come play together?”
The smile on Xiao Jianming’s lips fell. He didn’t want to answer, but his feet honestly followed.
Based on the memories in his mind, and asking Yue Jiusi to describe it more specifically, Su Huan managed to find the place he mentioned before sunset.
Incredibly, they returned to Zihuan Peak again.
Zihuan Zhenren was carrying the fox down the mountain to enjoy the scenery. Unexpectedly meeting them again, she was surprised. “Why are you back again?”
Su Huan scratched his head and bowed. “Martial Aunt Zihuan, do you sell wine here too?”
Hearing this, Zihuan Zhenren raised her eyebrows, nodded, and chuckled lightly. “Naturally. Spirit wine is also medicine. The spirit wine here not only has good effects but also tastes superb.”
“The wine I brew can be called the best in the world. Even the wine brewed by that old man in Yaowang Valley can’t compare to mine. What, you want to buy wine?”
Su Huan nodded, but heard Zihuan Zhenren say, “I won’t sell to you. My wine is strong, and your body is weak. If something happens to you after drinking, I can’t withstand a sword strike from Master Chongjiang.”
Hearing this, Yue Jiusi became anxious and hurriedly stepped forward. “If you don’t sell to him, selling to me is fine, right?”
“You?” Zihuan Zhenren looked him over with a sidelong glance. “A brute. You can’t appreciate my wine. Not selling.”
After speaking, she noticed Nangong Yi beside him, chuckled, and pointed. “He, on the other hand, looks like he knows how to appreciate wine. I can sell to him, but only one pot. Moreover…”
With a twist in the situation, Yue Jiusi’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help asking, “Moreover what?”
Zihuan Zhenren pointed at Su Huan. “You absolutely cannot let him drink it.”
Yue Jiusi looked hesitant. Su Huan hurriedly said, “I just won’t drink.”
Seeing their moods dampen, Zihuan Zhenren covered her lips and chuckled. “What’s the rush? You can’t drink wine, but I didn’t say you can’t drink other things.”
Su Huan was stunned and looked up at her.
Zihuan Zhenren raised her hand, and a bottle of fine brew appeared in his arms, faintly emitting the scent of milk.
Zihuan Zhenren chuckled lightly. “This is a milk tea I newly concocted. The taste should be good, so I’m gifting it to you.”
Yue Jiusi leaned close to smell it and couldn’t help laughing loudly. “How old are you, actually making you drink milk!”
He successfully earned a punch from Su Huan.
Unexpectedly, Yue Jiusi was unrepentant and mocked him, “So little strength, indeed haven’t grown up.”
Su Huan glared at him. “Yue Jiusi! If you say that again, I won’t take you to eat delicious food!”
Nangong Yi laughed quietly on the side.
Xiao Jianming followed with a dark face. Just as he was about to walk to Su Huan’s side, he was stopped by Nangong Yi. “Fellow Daoist Xiao, don’t worry. It’s just children bickering; they won’t really fight.”
Sure enough, Su Huan and Yue Jiusi played and argued over that bottle of milk tea all the way, not stopping even after entering the restaurant.
As soon as they arrived at the entrance, Su Huan was busy arguing with Yue Jiusi and, not paying attention, accidentally stepped on a drunkard who was sleeping on the ground.
The drunkard cried out in pain, rubbed his eyes, and after seeing him clearly, muttered, “Fourth Junior Brother, why are you being insubordinate and using your Senior Brother as a stepping stone? Be careful next time; you almost flattened Senior Brother.”
Hearing this, Su Huan was so surprised that he hurriedly lifted the messy hair to look carefully. A corresponding identity appeared in his memory:
“Second Senior Brother?! Why are you here?”
Wei Yinzui hugged the wine jar, poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, and smiled. “What, haven’t seen me for a few years, missed Senior Brother?”
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