The expansion of the Other Courtyard would not stop.
"Who knows? One day, I might be forcibly sent to the front lines too."
Even if it was only to make pills, it still would not be as safe as staying on Jade Spring Mountain.
Just like last time at Mist Smoke Mountain. If not for the Five Ghosts protecting him, he might have already been sucked dry by a Yin Soul Monster.
"The best way is to stay holed up on Jade Spring Mountain."
Chen Mu narrowed his eyes.
"The title of Scripture Doctor is quite useful."
When he had left Mist Smoke Mountain before, he had used the excuse of returning to Jade Spring Mountain to lecture on scriptures and spread the Dao.
"Why not make that excuse real?"
A Scripture Doctor capable of training alchemists was clearly more important than an ordinary alchemist.
That way, he probably would not be sent to the front lines...
At the Golden Summit atop Jade Spring Mountain.
Sun Chengye walked nervously into an empty side hall.
A gaunt old man with high cheekbones sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion deep within the main hall.
Dressed entirely in black, his face stern and imposing, he was Sun Jian, the ancestor of the Sun Clan who had been Condensing Orifices for many years.
"Greetings, Ancestor." Sun Chengye stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"Where is the Gourd Sword Box?!" Sun Jian demanded coldly.
Sweat immediately appeared on Sun Chengye's forehead. "Please forgive me, Ancestor."
"It is not that your grandson did not try. The thief was simply too cunning."
"The moment I began investigating my elder brother's network of connections, the Gourd Sword Box completely stopped responding."
"I presume... I presume it has already been taken out of Mist Smoke Mountain..."
"Useless trash!" Sun