Buzhou Mountain

"Senior Disciple Brother~" a voice called from behind.

Bai Jin paused, turned to look at Shi Ji, and asked, "Junior Disciple Sister, is there something else?"

Shi Ji raised the jade bottle in her hand and smiled brightly, "Thank you, Senior Disciple Brother!"

Bai Jin smiled. Hmm, this Junior Disciple Sister seems a bit too smart! I should stay away from her in the future. I don't like dealing with smart people. It's better to be like Senior Disciple Brother, who looks aloof but is actually a bit dense.

Duobao, who had just returned to his room, sneezed several times in a row. He rubbed his nose, feeling vaguely offended. Recalling his previous miserable experiences, he cursed, "Sycophants are utterly shameless."

Bai Jin waved his hand, turned, and flew out, soaring directly out of Mount Kunlun. Following the feeling in his heart, he headed towards Buzhou Mountain.

The Great Desolation was vast and boundless, filled with untamed wilderness. Fierce beasts roamed the mountains and forests, and the burly figures of the Wu Clan traversed the land.

Whenever Bai Jin encountered such situations, he would use the Five Elements Evasion Technique to keep his distance. It wasn't that he was afraid of them, but he simply disliked trouble. There was no need to get entangled with them. Sometimes, karma was formed this way: dealing with the small ones would attract the older ones, escalating the conflict until it became a fight to the death.

With his cultivation as a Golden Immortal, it took Bai Jin several years to travel from Mount Kunlun to Buzhou Mountain, a testament to the vastness of the Great Desolation.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Bai Jin looked up at the mountain that seemed to have no end. Its midsection was already shrouded in clouds and mist. Standing at the base, he felt an overwhelming sense of insignificance, awestruck by the grandeur of Buzhou Mountain. Its ancient, primeval aura made even gods and immortals want to prostrate themselves in worship.

After a long while, Bai Jin emerged from his awe of Buzhou Mountain. A flash of light enveloped him, and he transformed into an Azure White Crane, soaring into the sky.

"Caw~" The Azure White Crane let out a clear cry that echoed through Buzhou Mountain.

The Azure White Crane flew straight up along the mountainside, weaving through the white clouds. Suddenly, a sense, like a guiding thread, appeared in the mist.

The Azure White Crane immediately changed direction, following the sensation. It weaved through the dense clouds, and after a moment, it broke through a layer of clouds, revealing a bright vista. Before him lay a valley on the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain. The valley was filled with countless spiritual flowers and exotic herbs, where immortal butterflies fluttered and golden rabbits scurried. Two palaces stood within, and faint, clear zither music drifted from the valley.

The Azure White Crane followed the sound of the music and landed by a small stream in the valley. There, it saw a middle-aged man playing the zither, his eyes closed, a gentle smile on his face. His demeanor was refined and serene. As for his cultivation, it was completely unfathomable. There were simply too many powerful beings in the Great Desolation, but Bai Jin had already guessed who this person was.

The Azure White Crane swooped down, landing on the ground and transforming into human form in a flash of light.

The zither music stopped abruptly. The middle-aged man opened his eyes, stood up, and turned to Bai Jin, saying, "Little friend, where do you come from?"

Bai Jin quickly clasped his hands in a salute and replied, "This humble Taoist, Bai Jin, comes from Mount Kunlun. I am here on behalf of Martial Uncle Taishang to deliver a box of tea to Empress Nuwa."

"I sensed a guiding force on Buzhou Mountain just now and followed it here. Please forgive me if I have intruded and caused any offense."

The middle-aged man chuckled, "So you are Bai Jin. My little sister mentioned you, praising your intelligence, thoughtfulness, and excellent comprehension. I rarely hear my little sister praise anyone so highly."

Bai Jin had already made a guess. This must be the great god Fuxi, and his "little sister" must be Empress Nuwa. However, he feigned confusion and asked, "May I ask who you are, senior?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I am Fuxi. My little sister is Nuwa, the one you are looking for. It must have been my little sister guiding you here just now."

Bai Jin quickly bowed again, "Greetings, Martial Uncle Fuxi. I have long heard of your divine virtue and extraordinary abilities. Meeting you today surpasses all rumors."

Fuxi reached out and steadied Bai Jin, laughing heartily, "I didn't expect my name to have reached Mount Kunlun! Get up! Get up! There's no need for such formality."

Bai Jin straightened up and asked, "Martial Uncle, where is Martial Aunt Nuwa? Senior Disciple Brother asked me to bring some local specialties for the Empress."

"No rush! My little sister is currently comprehending the Dao. Follow me." Fuxi waved his hand, put away his zither, and walked forward along the stream.

Bai Jin followed closely behind. After a moment, they arrived at a small pavilion built on the edge of a cliff. The pavilion was supported by four wooden pillars and covered with thatched grass. Inside, there were strangely shaped stone tables and chairs, looking very simple. It didn't seem like a place for a great god of the Great Desolation to relax, a stark contrast to the two palaces they had seen earlier.

They sat down in the pavilion, and a gust of wind blew, revealing a rolling sea of clouds before them, instantly broadening their horizons.

Bai Jin looked around the pavilion, and a hint of strangeness gradually appeared in his eyes. From some details, it was evident that the person who built this pavilion had put in a lot of effort, but the final result was truly indescribable.

Fuxi smiled and said, "Do you find it unbelievable?"

Bai Jin immediately replied, "I think it's excellent. It's about returning to simplicity, the Great Dao is natural."

Fuxi laughed heartily, "So Nuwa had such a profound meaning behind it! I didn't notice it at all. I just thought her craftsmanship was too poor. This pavilion was made by my sister herself. These four pillars are Jianmu supports, the thatch is North Sea Night Nether Grass, and the tables and chairs inside are Taiyi Golden Essence. I offered to make it, but she insisted on trying it herself, and this is the result."

Bai Jin's eyes widened. The words "rich show-off" almost slipped out. Is this the extravagance of the powerful? A little bit of Taiyi Golden Essence can be used to forge a decent acquired spiritual treasure, and now it's been made into these ugly tables?

Bai Jin looked at the entire pavilion again. It no longer looked ugly at all. It was practically shimmering with golden light! Jianmu, Night Nether Grass, Taiyi Golden Essence – each one was a treasure. I really want to steal it.

Fuxi waved his hand over the table, and a tea set appeared. He smiled and said, "Take out the tea."

Bai Jin snapped back to attention and quickly extended his hand. A purple box appeared in his palm, with a Tai Chi rune imprinted on it. The packaging looked very high-end.

He stood up and handed the box over with both hands, saying, "Martial Uncle, this is the tea my Martial Uncle asked me to bring."

Fuxi took the box and opened it. A fragrant aroma of tea wafted out.

Fuxi subconsciously smiled, took a pinch of tea leaves, and put them into the teapot. After a moment, he poured out two cups of tea. He offered a cup to Bai Jin and said, "I don't have Three Lights Divine Water here, so I'll brew the tea with Cold Pond Heavenly Dew for now. How does it taste?!"

Bai Jin took a sip, and his eyes lit up. "It's excellent. It's no less inferior to Three Lights Divine Water and has a unique flavor."

Fuxi also took a sip, his expression one of bliss. "Good tea deserves good music. Would you be willing to listen to a piece from me, Martial Nephew?"

Bai Jin quickly placed his teacup on the table and sat up straight, "It would be my honor!"

Fuxi brushed his hand over the table, and a wooden zither appeared. He plucked the strings, and clear, crisp notes emanated, causing the sea of clouds to churn.

Listening to the music, Bai Jin became lost in a trance, his mind completely emptied. He felt as if he were traveling between heaven and earth, moving as fast as the wind and moon, with a heart as free as could be, chasing the power of thunder and lightning, and embracing the vastness of the world.