A Single Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Spells

As the ferry neared Parrot Continent, Chen Ping'an turned toward the Young Taoist Priest, who was arguing with Liu Chicheng, spittle flying. "I hear you're well acquainted with Golden Green City, senior?"

Golden Green City's Daoist Robe-making craft was renowned throughout the Savage World. Otherwise, the ink-black dragon robe worn by Yang Zhi, a Throne Great Demon, would never have used Golden Green City's secret method of dividing yin and yang through waterways.

Thanks to a Golden Green City Daoist Robe that Chen Ping'an had obtained and passed along through Mi Yu, money had poured into Sparrow Mansion. It had helped the once-obscure sect show signs of joining Northern Juluzhou's foremost immortal estates. Through Great Mountain Lord Wei of Piyun Mountain alone, the Great Li Dynasty had commissioned more than a thousand robes in one order and bestowed them upon Mountain and Water Spirits and the City Gods and Civil and Military Temples across its lands. Sparrow Mansion's female cultivators had since acquired the nickname "weaving girls." Sewing and refining Daoist Robes was, after all, part of their cultivation.

Luopo Mountain also took its agreed share of Sparrow Mansion's profits. It was a venture that returned ten thousandfold: every five years, a large sum of Valley Rain Coins landed in its coffers, entered into the accounts by Wei Wenlong.

Whenever Wu Qun, Sparrow Mansion's Law Enforcer, carried the money to Niujiao Mountain Ferry, she spent the entire voyage on tenterhooks, afraid Upper Five Realms cultivators might turn highwayman. She felt somewhat safer once aboard Pima Sect's Cross-Continent Ferry, but the stretch from Sparrow Mansion to Bone Beach was particularly nerve-racking. After all, her only escort was "Yu Mi, a Golden Core sword cultivator." Several times, as he accompanied her to the Bone Beach ferry landing, Wu Qun had asked whether