Up on Song Mountain

H-How had she ended up with someone taking her as a disciple again?

By the time Qiong Ying came to her senses, she had already been swept up and carried halfway up the mountain, into a celestial grotto carved into a sheer cliff. All around her were spirit birds and immortal plants, alchemy rooms and quiet chambers, auspicious clouds swirling and rosy light rising. When she reached a jade-trimmed, brick-paved platform and peered over the cliff, she saw lush green mountains and distant immortal peaks. The verdant ridges and forests stretched beyond sight. She truly was deep in the mountains, where clouds hid the way.

This was trouble... Hadn't they said the flying boat was at the foot of Song Mountain? H-how was she supposed to get down from here...?

The female cultivator saw that although this was supposedly the first time Qiong Ying had flown, she was neither pale nor flustered. Instead, she looked around curiously at the clouds. The woman couldn't help smiling.

"You really are a bold girl. Do you want to learn to fly? No need to hurry. When we have time, I'll teach you how to ride the clouds and soar through the mist. Come with me."

Qiong Ying had no choice but to follow the female immortal, hoping that the blind man and Fatty Tang would find her before her identity was exposed and she was "purged as a demon."

"This is Hanging Cascade Peak. Above us is the training ground where the disciples of my Taiyi Lihuo Palace practice. You'll stay here for now. By the way, what was your name again?"

Qiong Ying bowed. "This humble girl is Lian'er, honored immortal."

"Hehe, there's no need to be so formal. I'm Xu Luoyan, a Song Mountain qi refiner. My fellow cultivators usually call