Deep in the mountains and forests, it was difficult to ride.
Reluctantly, the monkey put away his bicycle, wiping it down with great care and cherishing it dearly. He turned a blind eye to the sword cultivator passing by, smeared lard on it for lubrication, meticulously dried even the wheels, then licked the lard from his fingers before stowing the bicycle away.
Unlike the monkey, Bai Yujun gave that sword cultivator a few extra looks.
"He's actually an expert. His cultivation is complete, and he's about to undergo tribulation and ascend as an immortal. Hm? No, that's not right!"
Frowning, Bai Yujun looked disdainful, as if unwilling to spare him another glance. Her expression turned cold, and she seemed ready to draw her saber and cut someone down. The sword cultivator had originally been passing by and did not wish to stir up trouble, but when he heard her lay bare his cultivation before trailing off, he guessed that he might have stumbled upon a true master. He hurriedly stopped, approached with his treasured sword on his back, and offered his respects.
Anyone who could cultivate to the tribulation stage possessed outstanding talent and wisdom alike.
He looked young, with a small tuft of beard, dressed in a plain long robe. The hilt of his high-grade treasured sword had been polished smooth by years of handling. His aura was steady and sharp, without the slightest flaw.
Only... his fortune made Bai Yujun dislike him.
The sword cultivator clasped his fists in salute.
"I am the East Mountain Sword Lord. Greetings, fellow Daoists. May I ask whether you understand the Art of Deduction?"
Bai Yujun's face remained indifferent as she casually returned the salute. Since he observed proper etiquette, she could not lower herself.
"I know a thing or two. I