One Body, Two Three-Calamity Eyes; Origin Mansion Conceals a Sword, Then Enters Sainthood

"Bleurgh!"

Having just seen Aunt Xiang off, Xu Xiaoshou had no idea that, at roughly the same time, something monumental was happening on Holy Mountain. He was still dry-heaving inside Aunt Xiang's room.

"Mizao Spring... foot-washing water..."

"A perfectly good Drunken Immortal Brew—why did they have to use foot-washing water as its base liquid?"

Although Aunt Xiang had explained that Washing Feet in a Clear Spring back then referred to Mizao Spring beneath Heting Mountain, while the Drunken Immortal Brew used source water from the mountaintop a century ago, and the two could not be mentioned in the same breath.

And even if others had washed their feet in that spring back then, after so many years, any smell would have long since faded.

Xu Xiaoshou still felt a tiny knot in his heart.

Of course, he knew there was little water in this world that was truly clean. But ignorance was bliss—know too much, and you suffered all the more.

"Qingyuan Mountain..."

His attention returned to another sheet among the stack containing the wine formula. Xu Xiaoshou read out the few graceful black characters written upon it.

The writing was nothing else—it was the "peerless genius" Ba Zunan had promised him.

Naturally, Qingyuan Mountain was not a person's name, nor was that peerless genius a mountain.

After he had asked just now, Aunt Xiang had played coy, telling him to follow this clue. Once he arrived, he would naturally know who it was.

With a single glance from Xu Xiaoshou, the paper burned into ashes, leaving behind no trace whatsoever.

He did not care much, nor was he afraid he would fail to find the person.

A peerless genius—if even Ba Zunan could describe someone that way, their brilliance had surely reached the utmost extreme, or perhaps they had