Four waters, three ridges, lands north and south; Yin Puppet's whip moves mountains with earth and wood

Returning to the summit of Crimson Flame Peak, Jiang Yi headed straight for Yang Xun's residence.

He had been visiting often lately, diligent in paying his respects, and had become a familiar face.

The young Daoist Attendant poked his head out and smiled at the sight of Jiang Yi. Without turning back to announce him, he immediately led him into the front courtyard.

"Master is cultivating and cannot be disturbed. Please wait in the hall, Senior Brother Jiang. I'll boil you a pot of hot tea."

The young Daoist Attendant was about to turn away and get to work.

Jiang Yi raised a hand to stop him and said softly, "No need. I've just had a fine feast, and my belly is uncomfortably full. Let me sit a while and digest."

Having sent the young Daoist Attendant away, he walked through the covered corridor and looked toward the seclusion chamber, where the lamps burned without cease, feeling quite satisfied.

Grandpa has been diligent in his cultivation, without the slightest slackening. If he keeps this up, he may yet have a chance to attempt the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Cultivators at the seventh and eighth levels of Qi Refining were the pillars of a Men-tier Dharma Lineage.

If Yang Xun truly succeeded, he would no longer have to bow and scrape before Elder Sui all day, serving him with painstaking care.

Jiang Yi turned back to the front hall and sat alone on a round stool, his eyelids half-closed, seemingly sorting through his thoughts.

His main purpose in coming tonight was to find out whether there had been any movement on Sun-Watching Peak since the sect leader's return to the Dharma Lineage.

That day in Heshui Cave, when he had gathered with the Inner Peaks disciples, he had shown his