Qiyuan's Scheme, Autumn Rain Heavenly Garment

"Lin Yunxuan, you've grown less capable with age."

The moment Niu Kui heard those words, he knew they were safe for now.

Yunxuan was Lin Fan's courtesy name. Anyone who knew it had to be close to him.

When Lin Fan traveled, outsiders generally called him Ling Zhao. As a True Disciple of Penglai, he used his Daoist name abroad. Few people even called him Lin Fan, let alone Yunxuan.

Take True Lord Yuchen Lingyuan, Penglai's Pure Yang Daoist scion, whose fame had spread through the Three Realms and who was hailed as a foremost figure of the Three Realms Great Thousand World. Even he was generally called Lingyuan. How many people knew his real name?

Niu Kui knew Lin Fan's courtesy name because they were sworn brothers. Anyone else who used it was almost certainly an elder or someone close to him.

Sure enough, once addressed by that name, Lin Fan casually dispersed his Divine Ability and smiled. "I've certainly never lived as freely or grandly as you, Jiang Yuanchen."

Jiang Yuanchen?!

Niu Kui froze. The name sounded familiar; Lin Fan seemed to have mentioned it before.

Before Niu Kui could place it, Jiang Sheng swept his sleeve. The green sleeve sprang wide, billowing in the gale into a sky-swallowing sack that scooped up both Lin Fan and Niu Kui.

Caught off guard and sent spinning, Niu Kui heard only: "We'll talk later. It isn't safe to stay here. I'll get you out."

When Niu Kui tumbled from the murky depths of the sleeve, the boundless yellow sands and storms were gone. Lush greenery stretched before him instead.

"I've taken you beyond Yellow Sand City's territory."

"We're in Zheluo now. This oasis lies eighty thousand li beyond the sandstorms, in another demon lord's domain. True Lord Yellow Sand shouldn't