Fu Xian Island

"Fellow Daoist, what would you like to buy? The magic artifacts and elixirs in our shop are renowned throughout the Cultivation World."

"I'll take a look first." Yue Qianchou said, surveying the items on the shelves. As the Innkeeper had said, Fu Xian Island's shop seemed to primarily deal in magic artifacts and elixirs. After looking for a while, Yue Qianchou asked the Innkeeper, "Innkeeper, are you in charge here?"

The Innkeeper was taken aback, unsure why he asked. He chuckled, "An Elder from our sect is stationed here, but I can handle the buying and selling of goods. What would you like to purchase, Fellow Daoist?"

Yue Qianchou smiled, "I wish to see your Elder." Seeing the Innkeeper hesitate, he added, "I have something important to discuss with your Elder."

While the Innkeeper was still pondering, a distinguished-looking young man and woman emerged from the inner rooms, followed by an elder. The Innkeeper greeted them with a smile, "Young Palace Lord, Miss." Both nodded in acknowledgment.

Whose Young Palace Lord and Miss were they? Yue Qianchou glanced at the pair. The man possessed an extraordinary demeanor, and the woman was exceptionally beautiful, no less so than Qu Ping'er. Yue Qianchou couldn't help but stare for a moment longer.

The young pair glanced at Yue Qianchou without much interest. Yue Qianchou's appearance indeed didn't easily attract attention. They walked to the shop entrance and turned to bow to the elder behind them, "Martial Uncle, please stay."

The elder nodded and said, "Go back and send my regards to your Mother." The young pair exchanged pleasantries and turned to leave. The elder also turned and walked back towards the inner rooms.

"Elder Qin." The Innkeeper called out and walked up to the elder who had stopped, respectfully saying, "Elder, this Fellow Daoist mentioned he has something important to discuss with you." He gestured towards Yue Qianchou.

"Oh!" The elder turned back to look at Yue Qianchou, examining him up and down, and asked doubtfully, "Young brother, do you need something from this old man?"

Yue Qianchou dared not put on airs now. He quickly stepped forward to pay his respects, mimicking the Innkeeper's address, "Elder Qin." Then, he took out the Fu Xian Token from his storage bag and handed it over.

Upon seeing what Yue Qianchou produced, Elder Qin's eyelids twitched. He took it and examined it, confirming it was genuine. He immediately said, "Come in with me." Yue Qianchou respectfully followed him into the inner rooms.

The Innkeeper had also seen the token and watched the two as they went inside, murmuring, "Is that the Fu Xian Token? It's been a long time since an outsider came with this."

As dawn was just breaking, Yue Qianchou left Hundred Flower Valley with someone. This person was Elder Qin's disciple, named Cheng Gengqing, who was responsible for transporting goods between Fu Xian Island and Hundred Flower Valley. Today, he was carrying out his Master's orders to bring Yue Qianchou back to Fu Xian Island.

After they exited the Hundred Flower Valley's great formation, Cheng Gengqing took out a small copper crane, cast a few finger spells at it, and tossed it into the air. The copper crane grew in the wind, instantly transforming into a lifelike great immortal crane that circled in the sky. After a few rounds, it slowly descended before the two.

Cheng Gengqing jumped onto the crane's back and looked at Yue Qianchou, smiling, "Get on!" Yue Qianchou immediately jumped up as well. Cheng Gengqing cast a finger spell and shouted, "Ascend!" The great immortal crane let out a cry and shot into the sky. Yue Qianchou, caught off guard, almost fell off. The immortal crane circled twice, found its direction, and flew south.

The flight speed was very fast, and standing on it, the wind resistance was immense, almost blowing one off. However, despite Yue Qianchou's less-than-stellar cultivation, he could still stand steady by circulating his power.

Seeing Yue Qianchou's awkwardness earlier, Cheng Gengqing couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Is this your first time riding a flying artifact?"

"Yes, I've never ridden one before." Yue Qianchou didn't know what to call him, so he simply answered.

Cheng Gengqing seemed to sense his thoughts and said, "Since you've come with the Fu Xian Token, you are now a fellow disciple. Our Fu Xian Island doesn't divide disciples by generations like other sects; generation is determined by strength. Those in the Qi Refining stage call those in the Foundation Establishment stage Martial Uncle, and so on. I am in the Core Formation stage. As for your cultivation, I can't quite see through it. What level have you reached?"

Why did that damned Guan Yu never tell me! Yue Qianchou said with a wry smile, "I'm at Level Ten Qi Refining. By that logic, I should call you Grandmaster Cheng." He hadn't expected his seniority in Qingguang Sect to be so high, yet now he was essentially someone else's junior.

"You don't need to feel awkward; this is very normal on our Fu Xian Island. Perhaps today I am your Grandmaster, but in a couple of years, I might have to call you Martial Uncle," Cheng Gengqing said with a smile.

"Grandmaster Cheng is joking; how could that be?" Yue Qianchou replied. Cheng Gengqing was also an easy-going person, and they chatted and laughed all the way.

Yue Qianchou had flown in airplanes in his previous life, but anyone with a normal body could ride in them. However, riding this thing without cultivation was truly impossible. If you tried standing outside a plane during flight instead of inside the cabin, you'd understand the feeling. But there were benefits too; the magnificent scenery below could be viewed clearly from above.

After flying for more than half a day, the land below had disappeared, replaced by a vast expanse of sea. Yue Qianchou knew they must be nearing Fu Xian Island. Sure enough, before long, an island appeared on the sea, shrouded in mist. Cheng Gengqing smiled, "Fu Xian Island is just ahead."

As they approached, it became apparent that what looked like a small island from a distance was actually quite vast up close. The immortal crane lowered its altitude and slowed its speed. As they were about to land, Cheng Gengqing cast a finger spell into the depths of the mist, parting it to reveal a path. The immortal crane carrying the two then flew into it.

Passing through the mist, Yue Qianchou looked back and couldn't help but exclaim in wonder. From the outside, it was shrouded in mist, but looking out from the inside, there was nothing visible. It must be a protective formation for the island. Looking down, the pavilions and towers truly gave off an aura of an immortal realm. It was indeed the foremost sect of the Righteous Path; the very presence of these buildings felt more powerful than Qingguang Sect's.

The immortal crane landed in a plaza, and the two disembarked. Cheng Gengqing cast a spell to recall the crane and said, "Follow me." He then led Yue Qianchou towards a massive building in front of the plaza. Along the way, many people greeted Cheng Gengqing. Yue Qianchou saw the enormous, three-story building from afar. The plaque on the first floor bore three golden characters: "Penglai Pavilion."

After speaking a few words to the guards at the entrance, Cheng Gengqing led him inside the building. Upon entering, Yue Qianchou was almost stunned. It felt like walking into a government office building from his previous life, albeit with ancient architecture. The first floor had a large, empty hall in the center, with many smaller halls on either side. These smaller halls also had small plaques, such as the Service Department, Defense Department, Mundane Affairs Department, Miscellaneous Affairs Department… The plaques in the corridors on both sides were unclear, and he didn't know what they said, but they were likely other departments.

Yue Qianchou shook his head. If it weren't for the ancient, elegant architecture, he would have suspected he had transmigrated back. He followed Cheng Gengqing up to the topmost floor of the three-story building and stopped outside what appeared to be the largest room.

Cheng Gengqing called out from outside, "Disciple Cheng Gengqing requests an audience with the Sect Master."

Yue Qianchou looked up at the plaque hanging above. It indeed read, 'Sect Master.' He truly wondered if the person who created all this was also a transmigrator.

"Enter!" a commanding voice came from within.

This feeling was so damn familiar! Yue Qianchou's teeth ached, and he muttered inwardly, I wonder what level of official this Sect Master is considered – governor? Mayor? Or county magistrate? Cheng Gengqing tugged at the dazed h