Lu Yang could tell that the Four Ancient Immortals had gone to great lengths to put the Immortal Fairy in the best possible light—and they'd done a remarkably good job. Even Old Meng now thought she was a virtuous Buddha of great merit, and admired her immensely.
"Forget it. Better not say anything." Lu Yang was kindhearted; he couldn't bear to trick his good friend. "The truth about ancient times is best kept to ourselves. Just be with me when Old Meng undergoes Tribulation Transcendence."
After they finished touring the Great Hero Hall, Master Duanchen led them to the guest rooms.
The walls of the guest room were covered with scriptures personally written by Master Duanchen in wild cursive. They were infused with his essence, energy, and spirit. Lu Yang couldn't make heads or tails of them, but he could feel that simply staying in the room had a calming effect, helping cultivators enter meditation more quickly.
Filling the walls with scriptures took a considerable toll on Master Duanchen, so he couldn't do it in every guest room.
"This should be the best guest room in Kaihuang Temple. Pity it's not much use to me."
Lu Yang sat on the bed and entered a state of meditation within moments.
He'd long suffered the Immortal Fairy's constant interference. As long as he didn't listen to her, he could enter meditation at any time.
He spent the night cultivating.
Lu Yang emerged from meditation and pushed open the door, stretching comfortably. He felt refreshed and clearheaded.
The door next to his opened, and Meng Jingzhou emerged as well.
"Heh—hah—"
They heard rhythmic shouts coming from nearby. Looking over, they saw the monks of Kaihuang Temple practicing their punches in the morning, their movements synchronized and their voices thunderous.
"Do you know what