After parting with Xu Zhihu in Yangchun City, Xu Fengnian and his group continued eastward. At last, they entered Sword Prefecture.
Everyone knew the saying about Sword Prefecture: "Longhu in Jiangxi, Xuanyuan in Jiangdong."
The She River split Sword Prefecture in two. Longhu lay in Jiangxi, while Xuanyuan lay in Jiangdong.
The former was the ancestral seat of Daoism. The Zhao family of the Dao Sect, which shared the Emperor's surname, had inherited the orthodoxy for over sixty generations. Upholding the Mandate of Heaven, they had guarded it for sixteen hundred years. Mount Longhu, spanning a hundred li, was the founding mountain of the Celestial Master Sect, centered around the Heavenly Master Manor. Its peaks faced one another like battling dragons and tigers, its mountains crimson and waters green, purple qi rising through the air—a sight beyond compare.
Mount Longhu was also a necessary stop on Xu Fengnian's journey. He had come to visit his younger brother, Xu Longxiang, who had gone up the mountain to study under Zhao Xituan, one of the Four Great Celestial Masters.
"This Jiangdong Xuanyuan is nothing special. Back when Old Huang and I roamed the martial world, we ran into Xuanyuan Qingfeng of the Xuanyuan Clan. I only complimented her a few times, and he chased Wen Hua and us through three streets. What a disgrace to civilized conduct." In the carriage, Xu Fengnian boasted about his first journey through the martial world.
During that trip, he had met his good brother, Wen Hua the "Wooden Sword," and together they had teased Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
"What did you compliment her on?" Jiang Ni sharply caught the important part of Xu Fengnian's words.
"Nothing much. Just that she had wide hips and would be good for bearing children. I was genuinely praising her."
Jiang Ni stared