An Unexpected Windfall

After bidding farewell to Feng Lingxiu, Li Zhōujūn lingered from stall to stall along the roadside. He did not actually buy anything, as though he had truly come only to look around and join in the festivities.

"It's truly a rare sight in the cultivation world—a scene brimming with the smoke and fire of ordinary life." Watching a cultivator at a stall argue red in the face with another cultivator who wanted to buy something, Li Zhōujūn sighed with emotion.

Just like that, evening arrived in the blink of an eye.

Treasure Gathering Mountain remained as bustling as ever, but Li Zhōujūn had had his fill of wandering around. He was preparing to leave and continue strolling the streets elsewhere.

Elsewhere.

Above the mountain range.

Under Feng Lingxiu's leadership, the nuns of Congyang Mountain rode a spirit boat through the night, hurrying toward Congyang Mountain.

"Eldest Senior Sister, do you think that man will really have the nerve to attack us?" a delicate-looking young nun asked Feng Lingxiu.

"Under ordinary circumstances, he naturally wouldn't. But the treasure we obtained is not only of great benefit to Master Congyang—it is equally beneficial to him. In that case, it's hard to say." Feng Lingxiu frowned.

"We were the ones who bought the treasure first. He asked us to hand it over, and we refused. Old Immortal Pengchi is a hegemon in his own domain, a Sixth-Rank Dao Venerable. Surely he wouldn't stoop to something so underhanded, would he?" The delicate little nun looked worried.

"Junior Sister, the cultivation world revolves around those two words: cultivation. What is cultivation for? Isn't it so that one can stand above ten thousand others? For the sake of cultivation, some people will do anything. Junior Sister, don't underestimate the human heart."

At that moment, another nun