Autumn Harvest Season

Liu Yunan and the others hadn't expected this situation to arise.

After hesitating for a moment, they decided to go up and seek advice from Senior Liao.

Liao Pantu listened and only said:

"Go down and tell him to go back first. When the news of our sect recruiting disciples comes out, he can come and give it a try. By the way, remember to keep a proper air about you, and be careful with your attitude. Just like our sect leader said, you have to grasp the aura of an immortal in the hearts of mortals, understand?"

The three nodded, then ran out quickly.

After discussing it, the three decided that Liu Yunan would go and speak to him.

So Liu Yunan changed into the sect's uniform and used the Air-Stepping Technique to descend from the Heart-Questioning Road.

After bowing and kowtowing until he was almost dizzy, Master Ma looked up again and saw a graceful figure descending from the sky, just as the rumors had said.

Before he could say anything, the seemingly young immortal told him that their sect would be recruiting disciples soon, and that he should go home and wait for news. He should come back for the assessment once the news of their sect's recruitment had spread.

Upon hearing this, Master Ma did not press the matter further. He obediently bowed deeply to Liu Yunan again before leaving the foot of North Mountain with his servants.

However, he did not leave Xiushui Village directly, but went to the village chief's house instead.

He wants to buy a plot of land for building a house in this village!

He'll be living here from now on!

Nobody can stop him!

As for Liu Yunan, seeing that the person had finally left, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that there were still some villagers and tourists around, he kept in mind what Senior Liao had said about keeping a respectable air. When he saw that everyone seemed eager to come up and talk to him, he immediately turned around and went back to the sect with a blank look in his eyes.

The villagers who had watched him grow up felt it was a pity that they hadn't been able to speak to him.

As time passed, the villagers of Xiushui Village were no longer as terrified as they had been when they discovered that these young people had actually become immortals.

They gradually accepted that the child they had watched grow up had become an immortal, and as their fear dissipated, it turned into a sense of warmth.

This is because the difference between 'immortals and mortals' has been transformed from a relationship of kinship to one of unfamiliarity, leading to a renewed sense of intimacy.

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Time flies.

Autumn has arrived in the blink of an eye.

The farmland near Xiushui Village is all covered in gold.

The villagers began their harvest rush, as this is the most bountiful season of the year.

It is also the busiest season.

After the villagers harvest their grain, they still need to dry it and pay taxes.

After finishing these, they also had to search for wild vegetables and fruits to make various kinds of pickled vegetables that could be stored for a long time.

Everything is in preparation for the coming winter.

On this day, an official document from the capital, along with a tax document issued by the imperial court, arrived at the Liaoju Prefecture and landed on the desk of Prefect Tong.

After quickly reading the letter, Prefect Tong pondered for a moment.

This official document was naturally a reply from the capital to the report submitted by Wen Keming, the magistrate of Anqun County.

It was this reply that left Tong Shuzheng somewhat unsure of the court's attitude.

The official document only instructed all officials in the prefecture and county not to focus their attention on this sect that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and not to antagonize or befriend it, as the imperial court had its own plans.

As for the reward that the magistrate of Anqun County had in mind, it was not mentioned at all.

However, this has nothing to do with Tong Shuzheng.

He thought for a moment, then took out the Location Sound Transmission Talisman once again.

In fact, Tong Shuzheng was somewhat conflicted.

Because he had repeatedly leaked information from within the imperial court, it was truly contrary to his duty as an official.

However, he sincerely wanted to do everything he could to help Immortal Lin's sect.

He wasn't sure whether this Immortal Lin's sect was weaker and therefore wanted to develop in seclusion, or whether it was actually quite powerful and just wanted some peace and quiet.

But no matter which one it is, there's actually very little you can do.

Perhaps the immortals don't need my insignificant help.

But what if?

But he also has some concerns.

Although Immortal Lin helped them repair the Guchuan Dam, that doesn't mean the entire immortal sect behind Immortal Lin is good...

After all, it is quite possible for individuals and groups to have differences.

Or what if this immortal sect harbors some malicious intent because of my information transmission? Then I would be a sinner who has harmed the people.

Tong Shuzheng looked at the Location Sound Transmission Talisman in his hand.

My mind is a jumble of thoughts.

Finally, after much deliberation, he decided to pass the message on to Liu Yunan.

He still wanted to believe that a sect with such virtuous immortals would certainly not be a threat to mortals.

He said to himself:

"Send it this one more time."

If one cannot fully trust the overall character of this immortal sect afterward.

That's the last time.

Liu Yunan, who received Tong Shuzheng's message, was unaware of his inner turmoil.

After reading the message, he told everyone about it the next morning when they gathered in the cultivation room.

After hearing this, most people didn't have any particular thoughts.

Only a few people lowered their eyes and fell into deep thought.

However, before anyone could express their opinions, Mo Yuanjiao said:

"Tuzi, gentlemen, I'm planning to go home."

Upon hearing this, everyone was somewhat surprised and turned to look at him.

"Are you homesick?"

Mo Yuanjiao then laughed heartily at everyone and said:

"Missing home is alright, but when he wrote to me last time, he didn't believe that I had actually found a sect outside and had successfully cultivated to the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement in just over half a year. I wanted to go back and show him with my own eyes, hehe."

By the way, when I get back, I can also find out some news from the court and get a feel for the political climate. That way, you can get more firsthand information, instead of having to wait a whole month for news from the capital to reach the prefect and then for him to decide whether or not to tell you."

That's right, Mo Yuanjiao has already reached the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement Refining in the past six months.

This was, in fact, the second time that Prefect Tong had sent them a message.

When Mo Yuanjiao first learned about this, he always felt that it was a bit far-fetched.

He was taught from a young age that intelligence gathering should never be entirely in the hands of others.

The most reliable approach is to have the channels and abilities to acquire these resources yourself.

And who in their entire sect is more suitable to do this than him, the son of a general from the capital?

Of course not!

Now that his sect leader senior brother is in seclusion, as the junior brother, he naturally has to step up and take responsibility!

Look at the other brothers of the sect leader: Tuzi is in charge of sect affairs, Jianghe is going out to pave the way for the sect, Fuzi is working hard to research food to benefit the sect, Tietou is patrolling every day...

How could I fall behind them!

He, Mo Yuanjiao, also strives to become one of the leaders of their Lingxian Sect!