After being thrown out three times in a row, the three of them put their heads together and decided not to mention making money anymore.
They invited people out to drink, hunt for treasure, visit friends, listen to music in Loulan...
In short, they used every excuse they could think of.
Meanwhile, Lu Qingshan had not been idle either.
He had yet to begin the task Zhang Xuanhe had given him.
He did indeed know all six Ancestors of the Azure Cloud Sect. One of them was even his master-Chen Jinghong.
However, his master was like a divine dragon whose head appeared but whose tail remained unseen, rarely staying in the sect. Only he and his junior sister knew about their relationship.
As for whether the other five Ancestors were in the sect, he could only go and see.
And so, he immediately headed for the cave abode of the most approachable Ancestor-Wu Zhengde.
Knock, knock, knock...
Only after he had knocked for ages did the great formation separating the inside from the outside slowly open.
Yet he had barely gone inside before someone kicked him out.
A shriveled, scrawny old man emerged from the cave abode. His dingy gray Daoist robe had been washed almost white, and wrinkles covered his face, making him look like a dried walnut.
This was Wu Zhengde, the Azure Cloud Sect's Fifth Ancestor.
Wu Zhengde pointed at Lu Qingshan, looking pained and bitterly disappointed in him.
"Qingshan! What do we cultivators value? Keeping our feet firmly on the ground! Taking one solid step at a time! Meat pies don't fall from the sky-only bird shit does! Don't you even understand that?!"
With that, Wu Zhengde waved his hand and sealed the entrance to his cave abode shut.
Then he curled his lips in