Sword-Casting Mountain was an exceedingly tall mountain with steep, treacherous slopes. Few tall trees grew there; instead, a grass called dragon's tongue, also known as Sword Grass, grew everywhere.
The roots and stems of Sword Grass could be steeped in liquor, supposedly making it stronger. Cheng Xinzhan planned to pull some up before he left and try adding it to his already potent Hundred Knives. If it worked well, he could plant a patch outside Carefree Cave too.
The wind on Sword-Casting Mountain was dry and sharp, stinging his face. Squinting, Cheng Xinzhan rode his cloud down to the landing.
He knew Sword-Casting Mountain very well, having visited many times. Unlike at Pivot Mountain, he had no need to keep asking for directions and went straight to the Sword Treasury.
The Sword Treasury was a vast cavern. An elder of Sword-Casting Mountain guarded its entrance, his hair and beard white. At present, he was lying in a broad reclining chair. He was a great cultivator of the third realm, held in high standing on Sword-Casting Mountain, and one of the few elders who often dealt with low-ranking disciples.
"Elder Jingsi."
Cheng Xinzhan stepped forward and bowed.
They had only met a few times, but to his surprise, Elder Jingsi still remembered him and said with a smile,
"It's Yunqi. Will you be going in to have a look yourself again?"
Elder Jingsi's impression of Yunqi came from two things: he was a nominal disciple of Bright Governance Mountain, and he had visited the Sword Treasury several times, always looking but never buying.
He smiled in return. "Elder, I've opened my palace now and become a True Disciple of Bright Governance Mountain. My Dao Name is Xinzhan. This time, I'm not just looking. I'm buying."
As he spoke, he took out