Tracing the Source

"I don't need anyone to like me." After saying that, Chen Zui suddenly relented. "Can I make the blade like me instead? That matters more to me."

"Forget it, pretend I never said anything." Bian Chunchou immediately changed his tune at lightning speed. "Sorry, just treat what I said as wild nonsense from Yan."

Chen Zui looked at Wen Xu. "Did he just insult me?"

Wen Xu thought, both sides were flesh from the palm and back of the hand—he could not favor either one. So he said, "...You could actually understand that?"

"Of course I understood!" Chen Zui drew his blade. "Junior Brother Bian, I heard you've already found your own Dao. Let's have a match."

So you finally found an excuse, huh? Bian Chunchou immediately fled on his flying escape. "No, I refuse to fight a brute like you! I still need these hands to draw talismans! No—don't come over here!"

Although there had been a small hiccup, an alliance marriage between two cities had little to do with Yonglu Mountain's recruitment. Even if neighboring Xishan City had been thrown into an uproar, it could not affect Yonglu Mountain's plans to open its gates.

This recruitment still consisted of three trials. After registration closed, the first trial remained a treasure hunt in a secret realm. However, since the Fragrant Elixir King Grass in the Cloud-Breaking Secret Realm had yet to mature, this time the venue was another spirit beast space.

The competition was overseen by an elder from Spirit Beast Peak. Bian Chunchou, unusually, did not go watch the spectacle. It was not that he did not want to; he simply had no time.

As for the second trial, the Mountain Examination, Elder Zhao Qi of the Discipline Hall seemed to have been dragged in as the