Bei Wu in the North, South Trigram in the South, the Demon in the East, the Buddha in the West

"Old Celestial Master, see? I wasn't lying to you."

The tall, straight-backed elder, with his long beard, long brows, and narrow eyes, wore the black Celestial Master's robes of Mount Longhu. He slowly surveyed his surroundings.

"Chu Lan."

"Here."

Zhang Chulan held Feng Baobao's takeout from Fairy Bie Xue's Immortal Chef restaurant—an entire Immortal Feast—and said through the pain of paying for it, "What can I do for you, Old Celestial Master?"

"I wanted to ask..." Zhang Zhiwei clamped a hand over Zhang Chulan's head and pointed at the manuals laid out for sale on a wooden board. "How do you read these characters?"

"Golden Light Spell, Yang Five Thunders, Palm Thunder..." Zhang Chulan laughed awkwardly and changed the subject. "I had to fit in with the crowd, didn't I?"

"You're even bolder than your grandfather." The Old Celestial Master shook his head as his shock and astonishment gradually subsided.

"I thought you'd read too many webnovels about traveling between worlds. I was going to keep you on Mount Longhu to practice your lightning arts and cure your internet addiction while I was at it."

Zhang Chulan said in surprise, "You read those too?"

"The signal at Tianshi Mansion is excellent. How else am I supposed to pass the time?" The Old Celestial Master took out his phone, opened a novel app, and showed Zhang Chulan the densely packed titles on his bookshelf.

"But you—now that you can do all this, why not get hold of some other sects' manuals to sell? Why insist on selling Mount Longhu's?"

"Don't worry. I haven't sold a single copy." Zhang Chulan sighed.

Another day sustained by the wages and dividends of his dear nephew Old Ma.

Zhang Chulan felt the wisest decision he had ever made was using his extensive connections to find