Golden Tortoises Bore a Drunken Guest; the Golden Core Revealed an Auspicious Sign (Wishing Readers Peace This Dragon Boat Festival

and good health; asking for votes at month's end~)

Lately, the lands of Qilu, especially the shores of the Yellow Sea, had been quite lively.

The Yellow Sea's towering waves had surged toward the shore, along with the eye-catching ceremonial procession from the Dragon Palace. All the cultivators along the coast had seen it. They had also seen, with perfect clarity, the purple-robed Daoist whom that procession had invited into the Yellow Sea.

Everyone speculated about who he was.

When someone finally could no longer contain himself and went to visit the mountain where the purple-robed Daoist had appeared, he found only an umbrella-bearing mountain guardian.

Asked about the purple-robed Daoist's origins, the guardian refused to say, explaining only that his master had gone to a banquet at the Yellow Sea Dragon Palace and had no time to receive visitors for the moment.

Everyone was aghast. A mighty Golden Core cultivator who appeared to have undergone at least the middle three washes called the purple-robed Daoist his master. Just how high must that Daoist's cultivation be?

No wonder a figure like him had been invited to a banquet at the Yellow Sea Dragon Palace.

Thus, the many cultivators of Qilu learned that the mountains south of the peninsula's headland now had an owner, as well as a name: Iron-Raft Mountain. The mountain's magical wards were also formidable. Once the clouds and mist rose, they cut off all sight and aura, making the purple-robed Daoist loom ever larger in these cultivators' minds.

Over the next few days, many cultivators along the Yellow Sea coast kept watch on Iron-Raft Mountain, hoping to see when the purple-robed Daoist returned so they could call upon him.

The Rogue Cultivators were the most eager of all. They had heard that the vast Iron-Raft Mountain currently