On the first day of the fourth month, Cheng Xinzhan left Sanyuan Mountain.
To his surprise, a host of Numinous Treasure disciples from Gezao Mountain were already waiting just outside Sanyuan Mountain.
"The True Lord is out!"
At someone's shout, everyone surged forward, clustering around the lion mount and surrounding Cheng Xinzhan in ring upon ring.
"What brings you all here?"
Cheng Xinzhan asked with a smile.
Someone answered,
"Word has already spread of your preaching tours at Juqü Mountain and Sanyuan Mountain. The Sect Leader judged that you would probably spend five or six days preaching at Sanyuan Mountain, and would surely come to our Gezao Mountain afterward, so he specially sent us to welcome you."
Hearing this, Cheng Xinzhan gently rocked his feathered seat and said,
"Sect Master Quan is most thoughtful. Let us go, then."
"This way, True Lord!"
Thus, the party escorted the lion mount straight toward Gezao Mountain. Along the way, the Numinous Treasure disciples kept stealing glances at the sword pouch hanging from the Lion Lord.
The rumors were true. It really was the Celestial Master Sword!
The Numinous Treasure disciples exchanged looks, each feeling honored by association.
The immortal sword's true spirit saw all of this as well. Ever since leaving Three Pure Ones Mountain, the sword spirit had not stopped feeling astonished and bewildered. Was this Daoist not from the Ten Thousand Methods School of Three Pure Ones Mountain? Why could he expound the Dao in the ancestral courts of three great sects-the Shangqing Ancestral Altar, the Jingming Ancestral Altar, and the Lingbao Ancestral Altar? And why did everything he said make such sound sense, winning boundless reverence from all three sects' disciples? Could the Ten Thousand Methods School really have produced someone after Immortal Elder Ge who had cultivated Myriad Dharmas