An old saying went: Leisure was a pure blessing.
Since idling was idling anyway, and idling itself meant enjoying pure blessings, Liu Xianyang took the round-faced girl traveling under the name Yu Qian Yue on a trip to the northernmost edge of Treasure Bottle Continent. Leisurely and at ease, they wandered along the long coastline. Every day, Liu Xianyang went tide-pooling with pots, bowls, ladles, and pans, tossing all sorts of seafood into one pot. He ate so much that he had forgotten what river fish even tasted like. Whenever Liu Xianyang stopped to rest or doze off, the cotton-clothed round-faced girl would sit quietly beside him.
When Liu Xianyang returned to the sect's mountain, he found that Blacksmith Ruan was still forging swords behind closed doors, while his junior brother Xie Ling had entered a proper period of secluded cultivation. He had heard that Xie Ling intended to completely refine that priceless treasure.
That item was a treasure White Jade Capital Third Sect Master had gifted Xie Ling years ago: a seven-colored glazed treasure pagoda, half a foot tall and nine stories high. A plaque hung from each of the four sides on every level, thirty-six plaques in total.
Liu Xianyang was green with envy and could not help sighing deeply. "Having a good ancestor really is wonderful."
She Yue did not respond. She was merely wondering whether the ducks by Dragon Whisker River had gathered into flocks.
Liu Xianyang was still wallowing in self-pity, saying that his talent for reincarnation was inferior to Junior Brother Xie's. Otherwise, let alone the Immortal Realm, casually snagging an Ascension Realm cultivation level would be no difficult matter.
Dong Gu had long grown accustomed to this. In any case, these were family words spoken behind closed doors; they would not lose face