A Fortuitous Opportunity Was Calling

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuanjiao's eyes immediately lit up, and he nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Don't worry! I absolutely won't tell! It will be kept a secret!"

The old man gestured for him to come closer, then whispered in his ear in a voice barely above a mosquito's buzz:

"There's one in our Xiushui Village."

Mo Yuanjiao has excellent hearing, heard it clearly, but was somewhat surprised:

"Xiushui Village? That sect is located in that village?"

"Shh—you little brat, keep your voice down!" The old man quickly waved his hand, telling him to lower his voice. "What's wrong in the village? Let me tell you, the kid from that sect in our village is really powerful..."

As he spoke, the old man glanced at him, saw the incredulous look on his face, and immediately turned to walk away.

"Hmph! If you don't believe me, I'm not even willing to tell you~"

"Hey, hey, hey! Old man, don't go! I believe you, I believe you!" Mo Yuanjiao quickly stopped him.

"Then tell me, where is Xiushui Village?"

The old man grunted, but stopped and pointed the way eastward:

"See this road? Keep walking along it until you reach the fork in the road. Take the middle path, don't turn, and just keep going until the end. As for that sect... just ask anyone in the village how to get to the foot of the mountain Mountain Stream the North Mountain."

Mo Yuanjiao wrote it down very carefully.

Thank you so much!

Seeing him nod in thanks, the old man waved his hand and said:

"No, no."

Then we entered Emerald Peak Town.

He was almost out of oil at home, so he had to hurry and get some more.

This old man is Du Liushui, the Village Chief Du of Xiushui Village.

Today, his daughter-in-law took his grandson to visit relatives at her parents' home, and his sons were all out in the fields. He happened to be at home with nothing to do, and seeing that he was out of oil, he thought he would come to town to buy some, just to loosen up his muscles.

Who would have thought they would encounter a young man seeking a sect?

Du Liushui then thought of how Lin Xiao had tried to recruit disciples for his small sect in the village, but hadn't managed to recruit many.

Now that someone has actually come to her doorstep, Du Liushui thought she should introduce Lin Xiao to him, just to do a good deed.

Du Liushui, having done a good deed, felt completely at ease.

Hopefully, Brother Xiao's sect can be established soon and provide some protection for the village.

Du Liushui and Hu Deli had a good relationship; the two old men often got together to chat.

He had heard from that old man Deli that the village had suddenly changed again, and it was most likely that Brother Xiao had resolved it.

Meanwhile, Mo Yuanjiao received the news and was extremely excited. His eyes shone as he looked at Guard Mo. Although he didn't say a word, Guard Mo felt that he had already heard what he hadn't said.

See? There really was fortuitous opportunity!

Guard Mo was helpless.

"Young master, this is just something you randomly picked up from the roadside and someone said. It's not very reliable! What if it's some kind of bandit stronghold in the mountains..."

Mo Yuanjiao completely ignored the dissuasion in his tone, and simply mounted his horse, urging him on:

"Let's go, Old Que, let's hurry up and set off! It'll get dark soon!"

Mo Yuanjiao has now become selectively deaf, his mind solely focused on the fortuitous opportunity that haunts his dreams.

By the time they reached Xiushui Village following the route given by the old man, it was already getting dark.

Looking at Xiushui Village, with its crisscrossing paths and the sounds of chickens and dogs, and seeing the villagers packing up their farm tools to go home, and the wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys of the houses, this tranquil rural scene calmed Guard Mo's anxiety that his young master might be tricked into some bandit stronghold.

Mo Yuanjiao raised his eyebrows at him, his smug eyes seeming to say: See, this is my fortuitous opportunity! It's not dangerous!

Guard Mo silently shifted his gaze.

I really want to tell his young master that many bandit dens look no different from ordinary villages on a daily basis.

But, never mind.

This young master was blinded by fortuitous opportunity, and I had no choice but to follow him.

Seeing Mo Yuanjiao dismount and stride towards the village with one hand on the horse's reins, he quickly followed.

Upon arriving in the village, Mo Yuanjiao companion, dressed in luxurious attire and leading a tall, magnificent horse, attracted a constant stream of stares.

Fortunately, everyone was exhausted and hungry after a long day, and all they wanted to do was go home, eat, and rest. Otherwise, the two of them would definitely be surrounded by onlookers.

Mo Yuanjiao casually approached a kind-looking middle-aged woman and politely asked her where the foot of North Mountain Stream was. After receiving directions, he excitedly headed there.

They completely ignored the stares and scrutiny of the villagers passing by.

He had endured countless such stares since childhood.

At this moment, everyone in the Lingxian Sect had finished their day's cultivation and were descending the mountain. When they saw Mo Yuanjiao passing by, they joined the crowd watching him.

It's rare for them to see outsiders like this, who are clearly from out of town, come into their village.

That's really strange.

When Mo Yuanjiao arrived at the foot of the mountain following the directions given by the older woman, it was already completely dark.

Mo Yuanjiao took out a torch from his Storage Bag, lit it, and handed it to Guard Mo to hold. The two of them then climbed the mountain along the narrow path by the torchlight.

Recently, the mountain path has become somewhat wider due to the frequent use of the Lingxian Sect members.

They had only walked a short distance when Mo Yuanjiao suddenly stopped, his nose twitching slightly as he spoke to the Guard Mo:

"Old Que, did you smell anything?"

Upon hearing this, the Guard Mo had stopped immediately after him, sniffed carefully and then nodded, saying:

"It looks like a peach blossom?"

Mo Yuanjiao nodded repeatedly:

"It's peach blossoms! But as we walked along, I kept looking up the mountain, and I didn't see a large patch of peach trees anywhere."

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and his bright eyes gleamed in the firelight.

"It must be my fortuitous opportunity calling me from ahead!"

Instantly, he seemed to have wings on his feet, leading his horse forward and galloping ahead, with his horse following closely behind.

Guard Mo:...

What do you do with a young master who's obsessed with seeing everything as a stroke of fortuitous opportunity?

Inside the Lingxian Sect.

Just as Xiaoluan finished hauling manure in the spirit field and was about to go inside to continue educating her three stubborn little apprentices, she suddenly heard a noise coming from the mountain path.

It was a little curious, and walked over using its two little chicken feet.

A figure rushed up from below, then crashed into something invisible with a 'thud,' and was then bounced back at high speed.

The Xiaoluan was so startled by the loud noise that it closed its tiny eyes.

Immediately afterwards, it heard an anxious shout.

"Young Master--!"

Xiaoluan opened her eyes and saw a man below holding another man, shouting in panic. The man holding the other man was also patting the cheek of the unconscious man in his arms from time to time.

Xiaoluan used its chicken wing to scratch its head, mimicking Tietou Tou's usual manner.

Should we go and talk to that piece of black wood?