He Miaojun finished her seated cultivation, rose from her cushion, and joined the father and son's discussion. "I was only guessing. You worked it out through your medical skills. You're the impressive one, husband."
"You're the impressive one, wife."
"You're the impressive one, husband."
Lianshan Xin coughed lightly. "Stop being so modest, both of you. I think I'm the most impressive. I saw through this fake at a glance."
The couple looked at Lianshan Xin together.
Lianshan Xin remained perfectly composed.
Although He Miaojun and Lianshan Jingcheng had not even needed to look, while he had, Lianshan Xin still considered himself the winner.
After all, he was young. The advantage was his.
"Mother, do you know which Demon God is sealed deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains? Also, Spirit Mountain says there are a Buddha's mortal remains deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Do you know which Buddha?"
He Miaojun rolled her eyes. "How would I possibly know? Do you really take me for an immortal?"
Lianshan Xin stated the facts. "Mother, by the Divine Dao cultivation system, you are an immortal now."
Although she was only the minor Kuang Mountain Mountain God, no match for true Immortal Realm cultivators like the Dao Chief and Buddha Head, a Mountain God was still a god. At least on Kuang Mountain, He Miaojun was no weaker than those Immortal Realm cultivators.
"Mother, don't any of those books you read mention these things?"
In Lianshan Xin's memory, the books his mother read were practically encyclopedias, encompassing everything under the sun.
Now, whenever he was uncertain about something, he asked his mother.
He had already become dependent on that approach.
At Lianshan Xin's words, He Miaojun grew thoughtful. "I do seem to remember seeing some accounts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains." Lianshan Xin and