On Black Iron Mountain.
The wind howled atop the mountain. Gray-white Dui wind poured from a great cavern, roaring back and forth. Several mystic pavilions stood in the distance, most radiating the light of wood and fire.
A Daoist in brocade robes stood at the edge of the Jin cavern, his face kindly. Holding a Blue-Cloth Treasure Bag, he began collecting the Dui wind from the cavern. As the wondrous power of this Dui metal Spirit Artifact, [Dui Sun], manifested, ever greater torrents of Dui wind were sucked inside.
Before long, the mountain became an empty shell, its outer casing of black iron radiating waves of Geng metal energy.
"In another three hundred years, it can produce another strand of [restless golden wind]."
Baoqiu stood among the clouds and activated his divine ability. Hidden metal light transformed into a storehouse, immediately taking the iron mountain inside and leaving only a little Geng metal energy to drift away.
He seemed to catch sight of something. Smiling faintly, he looked toward the woods beside the distant river and said:
"Why hide yourselves away? I'm no demon."
Two azure treasure leaves drifted up from the woods. Taboo wood light shifted, revealing two men emerging from within. Howling Xun wind bore them up to the clouds, where they kept their distance from Baoqiu.
"You must be Ruan Yuan of the Upper Firmament. Quite the reputation you have-even overseas, I've heard of you."
With a hint of a smile, Baoqiu simply said:
"Good. Young people ought to be a little wild. Better that than being old bones like us."
"You flatter me, Senior."
Tiantuo's tone was steady. Having encountered Baoqiu here, he had intended to go around him, but after some thought, he had decided to meet him instead. After all, this True Person had