Substituting Plum for Peach

Suddenly, the five-colored divine throne to Li Qingyun's left lit up. Its occupant had happened to enter the Great Dao space as well.

This "Flame Ancestor" was actually Li Qingyun's fellow townsman and acquaintance—the founding patriarch of the Spirit God Dao, Lingxian Dao Lord.

He was considered quite gifted, with extraordinary talent in the Great Dao of Fire. Though he had yet to attain the Seven-Fruit Position, who knew what fortune he had encountered? He had already taken the lead in ascending to the eighth-rank Flame Ancestor divine position.

Perhaps Lingxian Dao Lord had once gathered a great number of ancient stone tablets related to fire arts.

When Li Qingyun had previously ascended to the eighth-rank Flame Ancestor divine position, Lingxian Dao Lord had nearly fawned over him, his flattering words pouring forth like a tide. Li Qingyun could barely endure it and could only apologize before hastily withdrawing.

I can understand Lingxian Dao Lord's feelings. After all, this was the second eighth-rank divine position I had revealed.

The Eighth Fruit Position, the Myriad Laws Fruit—I already had half a foot across the threshold!

Such monstrous performance, enough to overturn Lingxian Dao Lord's imagination, made it perfectly reasonable for him to cast aside all dignity and come groveling at my feet.

It was simply that Li Qingyun still cared somewhat about his face. He truly could not stand Lingxian Dao Lord's honeyed flattery.

"Saint Venerable Qingyun, what a coincidence. I entered on a whim to take a look, and struck such great luck. What fortune, to see you again..."

The moment Lingxian Dao Lord saw that Li Qingyun was present, he immediately greeted him with a chuckle.

Light flickered in his eyes, filled with envy and reverence. A trace of jealousy lay well concealed in their depths.

Jealously, he thought,