The Sage Believes in Feng Shui, Zhun Ti Enters a Deadlock!

"Today's discourse on the Dao has truly benefited This Daoist greatly. Breaking through to mid-Mystic Immortal, I must certainly visit more often in the future."

"Indeed, indeed. Senior Brother's understanding of the Dao is quite distinctive as well. I look forward to our next discussion."

When Li Yuan left the cave dwelling, Duobao insisted on personally seeing him off.

His fervent attitude gave Li Yuan an uneasy feeling.

But just as he stepped out, he ran straight into a towering mountain.

Li Yuan stared at the mountain with a bewildered expression and asked doubtfully.

"Hiss... when This Daoist arrived earlier, wasn't this mountain not here?"

Duobao raised an eyebrow slightly, uncertain himself.

Just as he was about to investigate carefully.

Tongtian's voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

"Make up any excuse to brush it off. Whatever you do, don't let Li Yuan get curious!"

Inside Biyou Palace, Tongtian was extremely tense.

Even back when he attained sainthood, he hadn't been this flustered.

If Li Yuan found out that Long Ear was now quite the scoundrel, wouldn't his impression of the Interception Sect plummet?

Snapping back to reality, Duobao threw an arm around Li Yuan and said with a smile.

"Hey—it's just a mountain. What's there to look at? The master moved it over."

"Ah, why would Third Martial Uncle move a mountain here for no reason?"

"Er... the master actually believes quite a bit in feng shui."

In an instant, a strange shift appeared in Li Yuan's eyes.

The moment the words "feng shui" came out, it seemed nothing else mattered anymore.

A sage. Believing in feng shui.

How in the world could those words even form a sentence?

Carrying this doubt, Li Yuan was escorted all the way back to the Celestial Abode by Duobao.

It just so happened he needed to digest the insights from his breakthrough.

He decided to stop worrying about the mountain and settled down to cultivate, solidifying his cultivation.

Returning to Biyou Palace, Duobao hurried over to claim credit.

"Master, Master, wasn't that stroke of brilliance from your disciple quite clever?"

Tongtian appeared beside him in a flash.

Smack—!!!

A slap landed on the back of Duobao's head.

The crisp sound echoed through Biyou Palace.

Duobao's eyes went wide as he cried out in disbelief.

"The sage pats my head, one palm shatters my skull, right?"

"Master, why did you hit me for no reason?"

Tongtian snorted coldly, speaking with a tone of frustration.

"For no reason? A sage believing in feng shui—you actually had the nerve to say that."

"Wherever a sage is, that place is a feng shui site."

Duobao thought it over carefully and gave a slight nod.

"Indeed, that was rash. I'll go find Senior Brother Li and change the excuse."

With that, he actually turned to leave Biyou Palace.

Tongtian grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and shook his head helplessly.

"This Daoist really ought to swap out his personal disciple who can lead the Interception Sect. Your cultivation is fine, but your intelligence is truly lacking."

Duobao looked up and asked seriously.

"Master, is that a compliment or an insult?"

Tongtian gritted his teeth, once again feeling the helplessness of a teacher unable to raise a worthy disciple.

"Disciple, you're different from others. Whatever you do, don't waste your time using your brain."

At the same time, a sudden realization struck him, and he murmured inwardly.

"Come to think of it... when Big Brother and Second Brother look at me, is it no different from how I look at Duobao?"

In an instant, a deep sense of defeat surged through Tongtian's heart again.

"No, I still have the Four Swords of Immortal Execution. I cannot be broken without four sages. I am invincible in the Primordial World!"

Inside the Celestial Abode, Li Yuan circulated the Supreme Clarity Profound Origin Art to consolidate his cultivation.

Meanwhile, the clone deep within the cave abode had already begun editing the diary.

TXT, activate!

If searching the book title fails, try searching the author—maybe it just changed names!

Just then, Laozi, idle in the Eight Scenery Palace, casually picked up the diary.

[Junior Brother Duobao is truly enthusiastic; discussing the Dao with each other actually let me break through to mid-stage Mystic Immortal.]

Laozi's brow lifted slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face as he nodded gently.

"As expected of a disciple I, This Daoist, valued—a Pangu Physique, with talent terrifying to such a degree."

[But when I went out, I saw a mountain. Third Martial Uncle Tongtian actually believes in feng shui—how strange.]

The moment he saw this line, the smile on Laozi's face froze instantly, then darkened sharply.

"This Third Brother, instead of properly studying the Saintly Dao, goes and believes in such heterodox arts as feng shui—and he's still a dignified Saint."

"All day long he shouts about the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, unbreakable without four Saints, invincible in the Primordial World—infuriating me."

"I must find an opportunity to use the One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones technique and make him suffer a bit!"

[Speaking of which, I wonder how the Witches and Demons down the mountain are doing now. If it's on the eve of the Witch-Demon Calamity, then Grandmaster will probably call a meeting, right?]

"A meeting?"

Laozi murmured these two words.

After pondering for a moment, he could grasp some of the meaning.

It seemed to refer to the Dao Ancestor summoning his disciples to the Purple Cloud Palace to discuss important matters.

"This child mentions the Witches and Demons—could it be about matters between them?"

Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi jointly established the Demon Court, seeking to rule the Primordial World.

The Witch race had the Twelve Ancestral Witches working in unison, and they happened to be at odds with the Demon Court.

They had clashed countless times, each ending in a draw.

Dong—!!!

Suddenly, a bell toll echoed through the minds of All Saints, along with the calm voice of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

"All Saints, come quickly to the Purple Cloud Palace to discuss important matters!"

Laozi snapped back to reality, never expecting that Li Yuan had hit the mark.

He took half a step, and his figure arrived at the peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Shua! Shua!

Yuanshi and Tongtian followed closely behind.

"Master has summoned us; let's hurry over."

As his words fell, Yuanshi's gaze was suddenly drawn to the mountain peaks before the Jade Azure Palace.

"What does Third Brother mean by putting a mountain in front of the gate?"

Before Tongtian could respond, Laozi let out a cold snare.

"Third Brother now believes in feng shui, hence such behavior. Hah, feng shui."

In an instant, Tongtian's face flushed red—clearly, Li Yuan had told Big Brother.

He had no grounds to refute, having claimed it was to suppress the Interception Sect disciples.

Damn, that sounds even more embarrassing.

Tongtian felt like a mute eating a durian—bitter with no way to speak, thinking to himself.

"When I get back, I'll definitely make that wicked disciple Duobao pay!"

Yuanshi's brow had already furrowed, his mind replaying the diary's account of the Interception Sect's collapse, and he habitually lectured.

"Third Brother, you must not delve into these heterodox arts. Cultivate the Saintly Dao properly and uphold our lineage."

Tongtian drooped his head, nodding as if suddenly enlightened.

"I understand, Second Brother."

Yuanshi's eyes widened, somewhat surprised to see Tongtian—who usually talked back—being so obedient.

"Third Brother, have you been possessed?"

Tongtian retorted, his face bright red.

"What are you saying, what are you saying?! If I argue, it's wrong; if I go along with you, it's still wrong, right?!"

"Have you ever seen a possessed Saint?!"

It was because he realized Second Brother's words were well-intentioned, just a bit wordy.

Yuanshi chuckled and shook his head.

"Ha, now this is my third brother. Let's go, Purple Cloud Palace."

Meanwhile, at the Western Sect, on Mount Sumeru.

Zhun Ti stared at Ran Deng with a face full of suspicion, his tone dripping with disbelief.

"You... went to apprentice under Yuanshi, he refused, and then recommended you to our Western Sect?"

"That's right. Is there some problem?"

"There's a huge problem, alright..."