Zhao Xiaoyu set up the new headquarter of Luoism at Mount Jimo after becoming the saintess of Luoism. Her influence expanded rapidly within a short few years. It was rumored that Luoism had influence everywhere under the sun in Yuan Continent.

　　Shen Lian knew this was not a rumor.

　　Within a million miles of Yuan Continent, there were about a thousand small and big countries, and about half of the rulers had been converted to Luosim. As such, Zhao Xiaoyu took the chance to light up the divine fire and bring the Book of Nine Lotus to its peak.

　　Everything could be considered smooth for her as not a lot of things could trip her. However, some difficult situations often happened when one was at his or her peak.

　　Out of nowhere, appeared another group on the land of Yuan Continent consisted of cultivators from all kinds of sects, the Xuan methods of big celestial sects of Yuan Continent, and the Buddhist sect’s the secret methods.

　　The secret methods were something passed on by mouth within the Buddhist sect. There was no writing involved and was a unique cultivation technique that involved two kindred spirits. It was the most secretive passing on for the Buddhist sect, which absolutely would not be passed on to any third party.

　　This group managed to obtain even these secret methods. Its terrifying influence was beyond words.

　　If one was able to pay the price, one would be able to get whatever one desired from the group.

　　Within half a year, Luoism penetrated slightly by the group. If Zhao Xiaoyu did not realize in time, she would not have been able to keep more than half of her influence.

　　The initially pleased Luoism had to contract their influence back to the countries where even the top rulers had converted.

　　Half a month ago, someone broke in the headquarter of Mount Jimo and injured Zhao Xiaoyu. Because of that, she had to escape to a covert place for recovery. She hoped Shen Lian could help her this time.

　　From Zhao Xiaoyu’s message, Shen Lian could tell that she was weak.

　　He thought about this mysterious woman, and how they came to know each other. From the shocking glance at the first to being enemy, and then now friends. She had been a huge part of his cultivation journey.

　　Regardless, they were brought together by fate.

　　Even as a friend, Shen Lian should help her out when she was at her worst.

　　Inside Shen Lian’s bier, other than the five colored divine light, there was a flowing milky way. It was the milky way sword seed.

　　His mind blended in with the Milky Way Sword seed. Within the humongous Primordial Spirit, a lot of messages arrived. He began to imagine where Zhao Xiaoyu was recovering, and then he disappeared. Only the sound of the flowing water remained in the Qing Xuan Hall.

　　The Milky Way Sword seed could help him communicate with the Milky Way, and the Milky Way was created for the Heavenly King. After a long time, it had become a path that existed everywhere in the universe.

　　Due to the fact that it was everywhere, it could reach everywhere.

　　A refreshing smell of the woods was detected. Shen Lian appeared at the foot of a mountain.

　　He felt that the mana in his Primordial Spirit had decreased by about five per cent.

　　If he needed to use the Milky Way Sword seed to reach other places in the universe, he would first need to know the bearing, and then he would have to use up an unpredictable amount of mana, but this seemed reasonable.

　　He was not a Daoist master or a Buddha who was out of the three realms or the five elements. With just a thought, they could reach anywhere.

　　There was a landmark that wrote, the ‘Southern Mountain’.

　　Southern Mountain was located in the south of Taisu and it was famous for a type of chrysanthemum, known as the chrysanthemum of the Southern Mountain. If one consumed it for a long time, it could extend life and also maintain one’s youthful look. However, one chrysanthemum of the Southern Mountain would only bloom once in sixty years. It would take another sixty years for it to have three seeds. It was precious indeed.

　　Shen Lian smelled the faint aroma of the flowers, and he continued to walk. It seemed that he was taking a stroll, but instead, he was shrinking the ground to inches. He reached the end of the alley within moments. There was the cliff that was ten thousand feet deep.

　　When he took a step forward, it seemed like the water curtain shifted. The scenery changed and he was in another realm.

　　In front of him there was an old tree, and further, there was a small bridge and a flowing stream.

　　Walking by the scenes could calm any frustrated souls.

　　He stepped foot in a flower field planted with the chrysanthemum of the Southern Mountain. The water nourished the flower, and the aroma filled up the water. It was a comfortable environment for people to live in.

　　It stood an independent wooden house ten steps away from Shen Lian. In front of the gate, there was a beautiful woman who was leaning forward. She pinched up a stalk of chrysanthemum. She was as delicate as the chrysanthemum. She was dressed in a yellow dress, and her elegance was moving.

　　Shen Lian was slightly surprised before he said anything, the lady exclaimed, “Bro.. Shen… Zhenren Shen.”

　　She wanted to call him Brother Shen, but then she knew they had only met once, and hence she hesitated and called him Zhenren Shen instead. It was slightly estranged and at the same time, she was worried about whether Shen Lian remembered her.

　　Shen Lian smiled, “Miss Yang, long time no see.”

　　The lady here was Yang Miaoyun, the one Shen Lian met when he invaded Taisu Daoist Sect. She was a kind-hearted girl, and hence Shen Lian felt sorry that he had used the Curse of Love on her, and hence she led him to the residence of Fairy Tianmeng in Taisu Palace because of her subconscious liking towards him.

　　Memories remained at heart, and occasionally they appeared, like the misty clouds, and they disappeared the same way.

　　Yang Miaoyun blushed, and she spoke softly, “Zhenren Shen still remembers me.”

　　She then realized, “You must be here for Sister Zhao.”

　　Shen Lian nodded, “Yes I am here for that. Why are you with her but not at Taisu?”

　　Yang Miaoyun looked down and said, “The hall master wanted me to marry Guangqing’s Qingwei. I disagreed, then she locked me up. After the hall master disappeared, the three ancestors went out to look for her. Senior Apprentice-Sister Liusu then let me out and she told me to never go back. After I left Taisu, I dared not to return to my father, and hence I was in hiding because I didn’t want to go back. Later, I met three black-clothed cultivators with face masks. They claimed to be under the order to catch me. They were not from the same sect and were not the underlings of my father. I could not beat them and hence I was caught. Sister Zhao saved me. I had nowhere to go and hence I followed her. She was nice to me, and she told me it was not safe for me to be with her, and hence she sent me to this environment in the Southern Mountain. This place is nice as it is peaceful. The only thing is it is a bit lonely but I feel safe. Half a month ago, Sister Zhao suddenly appeared here. She told me she was injured severely and she needed to rest. She asked me to not step out of here and she would have a friend visiting. I didn’t expect the friend to be you.”

　　Shen Lian thought to himself, “It probably wouldn’t be a coincidence that she saved you as you were the princess of a country.”

　　He did not say anything but he asked, “Where is Xiaoyu?”

　　Yang Miaoyun then said, “Zhenren Shen, please come with me.”

　　Shen Lian said, “Miss Yang, you can call me Brother Shen.”

　　Yang Miaoyun nodded, then she led Shen Lian into the wooden house. The decoration inside was simple and plain. It was kept clean, and the table near the window had a bunch of chrysanthemum of the Southern Mountain. It made the room look more beautiful.

　　The wall right facing the door was a landscape ink painting. There was nobody.

　　Yang Miaoyun took out the incense from the corner and let them in front of the painting.

　　Soon there was smoke floating around in front of the painting.