Another Journey Through the Mortal World: Whose Boy Wet the Bed for Six Years? (Second update)

In the warm third month of spring, grass grew tall and orioles flitted through the air.

Four figures slowly emerged from the lush greenery of Floating Cloud Mountain.

A magnificent Divine Spirit Deer carried a white-haired old Daoist, while a nine-year-old Daoist boy led her from the front. A swallow perched on his shoulder, chirping in a clear, bright voice.

Sunlight fell upon them, stretching their shadows long. With green mountains behind them, the scene was peaceful and beautiful.

On the way down the mountain, Xuanming rested a Daoist scripture on his knees and turned his gaze toward Li Zizai, who was walking along.

Three days earlier, the boy had successfully broken through and built a superior Dao Foundation. Though he had not attained primordial unity, he had reached the very pinnacle of the ninth grade.

He had done himself proud!

The higher the Dao Foundation, the stronger one's desires.

Li Zizai was engulfed in desire all day long.

Fortunately, he was still young and untroubled by lust. His desires were relatively simple, his thoughts fairly innocent, mostly revolving around food, drink, fun, and wealth, which made the trial of desire less difficult.

This was also one reason many cultivation organizations preferred to raise disciples from childhood and have them reach Foundation Establishment while they were still children.

Moreover, Li Zizai had strong self-control and had been taught the Clear Heart Formula, so Xuanming did not need to worry about the boy.

The clop of hooves echoed along the narrow, winding path. As Spirit Deer advanced, the group's appearances gradually changed.

By the time they reached the foot of Floating Cloud Mountain, they looked thoroughly unremarkable. Spirit Deer had become a donkey, Xuanming looked scruffy, and several patches adorned Li Zizai's Daoist robe.

They stepped onto the main road, heading