Lu Zheng personally cooked up a flowing feast of every part of a pig, giving the villagers their happiest night in a month.
So when Lu Zheng and his party were preparing to leave the next day, the villagers came carrying the old and leading the young, all scrambling to press eggs and vegetables into their hands.
After declining everyone's goodwill, Lu Zheng's group quickly departed together with Dongyang Zi and Yuan Lin.
"You're quite good." Dongyang Zi nodded in praise. "Your comprehension of the 'Qi Dharma True Scripture' is not much inferior to Yuan Lin's."
Though Taoist Yuan Lin's cultivation was now weaker than Lu Zheng's, when it came purely to his understanding of White Cloud Temple's cultivation arts, he still surpassed Lu Zheng.
Dongyang Zi lightly raised his right hand, and a booklet appeared in his palm.
"These are some annotations this old taoist made on the 'Qi Dharma True Scripture.' Take them and study them. If there is anything you do not understand, come to White Cloud Mountain. Once you have achieved something, you may cultivate the 'Innate Taiqing Rootless Cloud Qi Scripture.'"
Clearly, Lu Zheng had broken through White Cloud Temple's rules and could cultivate White Cloud Temple's secret arts despite being an Outer Sect Layman.
Lu Zheng's eyes lit up as he accepted it. "Thank you, Grandmaster!"
Walking along a country path, Dongyang Zi led the way while Yuan Lin followed behind.
"When Mingzhang returned to the mountain during the New Year, did he mention anything about the Phoenix Palace Master?" Dongyang Zi asked.
"No." Yuan Lin decisively shook his head. "Martial Uncle Mingzhang never mentioned it. If he had spoken of such a major matter, I could not possibly not know. He only said that Miss Liu was a Tushan Heavenly Fox, and