Greedy, Lustful, Profit-Driven, Sinister, and Narrow-Minded

Shangyuan Province, Qingshan Ancient City.

Chang Qingyu sat cross-legged atop the roof of the quiet room. Beside her was her master, Tian Mingzi, who had been silently and painstakingly guiding her cultivation of sword intent. His cover had been blown, so he could not be bothered to keep acting. He lay sprawled on the roof, basking in the sun and whining, having gone two days without touching Roast Goose.

This was good news for Chang Qingyu. Though nearly a hundred years old, she had escaped the greasy life and transformed from a sauce-aromatic beauty back into a fragrant beauty.

There was bad news, too.

For the past two days, Chang Qingyu had been restless and unable to calm her mind enough to cultivate. Aside from being dissatisfied with her Cheap Master's teaching philosophy of "cultivation depends on the individual," she was also intensely curious about his identity.

"Master, the trees wish for stillness, but the wind keeps blowing. Your disciple can't calm down." Chang Qingyu opened her eyes and gazed at Lu Bei with a faint sigh.

"Close your eyes and dance with the wind. Your heart will become still."

Lu Bei did not care in the slightest. Once his belly was full, he thought about cultivation, pondering whether he should spar with the two palace masters and exchange insights.

"But this wind is simply too strong. I'm afraid I'll be blown away while dancing. Master, you don't know—it's become common knowledge outside."

Chang Qingyu moved behind Lu Bei and cautiously kneaded his shoulders and pounded his back. "Master, there's no one else here. Tell me secretly—who exactly are you? Your disciple would feel more at ease knowing."

"Is it really that important? Does my current identity not qualify me to teach you?" Lu Bei snapped, firmly maintaining the bearing