Lei Zhenzi was a die-hard shut-in who had spent years holed up on Mount Zhongnan. That day, as he cultivated, circulating his Primordial Spirit, guarding the Separation Dragon, and drawing in the Kan Tiger, a sudden premonition stirred in his heart. Instinctively, he counted on his fingers to divine its meaning, but came up with nothing.
Yun Zhongzi was to blame for that. After accepting him as a disciple, Yun Zhongzi had hardly taught him anything before running off to Chaoge to tell fortunes. As a result, most of what Lei Zhenzi had learned was mortal martial arts. Though he was a direct third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, he knew scarcely any proper escape arts or immortal techniques.
Still, that was no great problem. He took out the brocade pouch Jiang Ziya had given him on Qilin Cliff that day and opened it. "Ah! So Father's allotted suffering has run its course, and now he's in danger. Today is the day we father and son are meant to reunite."
"Junior Brother Jinxia! Junior Brother Jinxia!"
Lei Zhenzi called for Jinxia Boy, who came into the peach orchard. Upon seeing his senior brother, he asked, "Did you need something, Senior Brother?"
Lei Zhenzi said, "Junior Brother, I have an urgent matter to attend to and must leave the mountain today. If Master returns, tell him I've gone down to meet my tribulation and help Father campaign against King Zhou."
Jinxia Boy picked a peach and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling through the mouthful, "There's good food and a comfortable bed in Chaoge. Master probably won't be back anytime soon."
Uh...
Lei Zhenzi was momentarily speechless. That was true enough. Ever since Master had announced that he was going to Chaoge to present a sword and slay a demon, he