<div> Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Deng Qiuzhi
 Li Xiangping had just broken through to the fourth round of Fetal Breathing the day before, just like his brother Li Tongya. Having arranged the family affairs, he was in the courtyard studying the "Mysterious Water Sword Technique," when he heard a series of footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.
 "Brother?"
 Dusty and travel-worn, Li Tongya entered the courtyard, his body covered with dew, and his shoes caked with mud. He placed the cloth bag on the table and immediately gave Li Xiangping a bear hug upon seeing him.
 Li Xiangping let out a long sigh of relief and smiled,
 "You’re finally back, so Father can have some peaceful sleep at night."
 "Hahaha, I’ve brought back quite a few things."
 Li Tongya laughed heartily; carefully, he took out the silver box from his embrace and inspected it closely. Seeing that the Wu Moths inside were listless, he couldn’t help but sigh softly. Then he took off the green crow-colored longbow from his back and placed it in Li Xiangping’s hands with a smile.
 "Try it, does it feel right for you?"
 A wave of surprise washed over Li Xiangping. He pulled on the bowstring, caressed the body of the bow, and with a surge of Mana, the string lit up with a glowing white light. Li Xiangping exclaimed repeatedly,
 "Is this, is this a magic artifact?"
 Li Tongya chuckled softly and explained,
 "I bought it in the market, it cost me two and a half Spirit Stones."
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 </div> "So expensive, where did you get the Spirit Stones?"
 Li Xiangping’s heart ached for a moment before he turned his head, puzzled, and asked his second brother.
 Li Tongya then recounted the events at Guanyun Peak to Li Xiangping, who nodded repeatedly with a sigh,
 "Jing’er has grown up too."
 Before long, Li Xuanxuan, Li Qiuyang, and others upon hearing the news climbed up the mountain. Li Tongya handed the Wu Moths and the moth manual to Liu Rouxuan, speaking solemnly,
 "This is the first time our family is raising Wu Moths. Read this manual carefully, pick a few women from the foothill who are skilled in sericulture, find a courtyard to rear them properly. I will immediately call for Li Yesheng and order someone to send you Spirit Rice leaves and stalks. These spiritual insects have suffered during the journey, their vitalities nearly expended."
 "Understood."
 Liu Rouxuan hadn’t seen her husband Li Tongya for many months and naturally missed him dearly, but she also knew the importance of the task, and carefully accepted the silver box, heading down the mountain.
 "Uncle, Green Pond Immortal Sect sounds extremely opulent."
 Li Qiuyang sat on the wooden chair, his face full of interest as he looked at Li Tongya and spoke in a low voice.
 Now eleven or twelve years old, Li Qiuyang had been in charge of the Spirit Rice in recent years. He had been very low-key in the village, and his father, Li Chengfu, was sensible, ensuring his elder brothers focused on farming and building without causing any disgraceful incidents of bullying through their status.
 "That envoy, riding the Rosy Cloud Boat, with crimson clouds filling the sky, indeed boasted an impressive spectacle!"
 Li Tongya laughed twice, replying with a spirited look in his eyes.
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 "Truly an impressive spectacle!"
 Li Chijin placed his left hand on Green Peak at his waist, barely restraining the impulse to draw his sword, as he spoke coldly.
 "I’ve been in seclusion for several years, and I wasn’t aware that Qing Sui Peak had taken in a new disciple."
𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢 The youth in front of him tossed a jade bead in his hand and spoke indifferently.
 He had quite a handsome appearance, but his eyes were set a little too closely together which made him seem less commanding. Draped in a fox fur and a storage bag hanging at his waist, he was dressed quite extravagantly.
 As the youth stepped closer, the people following him gradually moved forward to encircle Li Chijin, slowly backing him into a corner on the narrow path.
 "Don’t panic, junior brother, we’re just testing your mettle."
 "You’re a Qi Cultivation Stage cultivator after all, yet you’re cornering someone at the Fetal Breathing Peak of the Lingchu Wheel. Aren’t you embarrassed?"
 Watching as they circled around him, Li Chijin slowly backed up until his back pressed against the cold stone wall, his hand tightly gripping Green Peak as he fixed his gaze on the youth’s movements.
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 </div> The young man gave a faint smile, the Golden Pearl in his hand shining brightly as he suddenly struck at Li Chijin.
 Li Chijin frowned, a deep blue spirit net appeared in front of him, he ducked his body to dodge the Golden Pearl, and then took two quick steps to close in on his opponent.
 "You folks from Qing Sui Peak really do know everything, except how to use a sword."
 No sooner had the young man sneered than he saw Li Chijin press forward, at which he couldn’t help but exclaim,
 "How decisively done."
 With his left hand holding the scabbard and his right hand on the hilt, Li Chijin endured a hit from the other man’s Magic Artifact, immediately spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. But with a flying step, he had already reached the young man’s side.
 The young man was shocked; he instantly tried to recall the Spiritual Pearl with his Spiritual Sense, but saw the pale blue net had already entangled his Magic Artifact, the Spiritual Pearl. Although it lightly struggled and broke free, it was too late by several moments.
 Clenching his teeth, Li Chijin finally drew Green Peak, a dazzling crescent of moon-white sword light sprung up from the left hand and soared toward the shallow white Longsword in his right, gushing forth and heading straight for the young man’s neck.
 "How is this possible!"
 The young man, hairs on end, had thoughts flashing through his mind; he had no time to form any spells. A peace charm around his neck shone brightly with spirit light, conjuring up a golden shield that barely blocked the sword light, forcing the young man to stagger back several steps.
 "Not good!"
 Ignoring the tumult in his Qi Sea, the young man quickly changed his hand seals to stop the Golden Pearl that was flying toward the back of Li Chijin’s head. Only then did he look at Li Chijin, who stood with his sword, his expression complex.
 A Qi Cultivator could control their Magic Artifact to fight from a distance, but only by managing to close in for a sword strike could one seek a chance of survival amidst certain death. The sword move that Li Chijin used was one that he had conceived while deeply pondering the Mysterious Water Sword Technique during his cultivation; its power was especially formidable.
 "You have won, after all!"
 The young man had encountered members of Qing Sui Peak whom he had always found irritating. He had come with a playful heart to scare the new disciple, but now his expression was complex and thoughtful as he cupped his hands towards Li Chijin.
 Li Chijin, pale-faced, sheathed his sword and managed to reply,
 "Thank you, Taoist Fellow, for holding back. This was also the first time I used this sword against an opponent, and I couldn’t control its strength."
 The young man slapped his brocade bag, took out several bottles of healing medicine, placed them in front of Li Chijin, and said in a low voice,
 "My men have inadvertently injured you. I am Deng Qiuzhi from Yuanwu Peak; I shall visit in person to apologize another day."
 Seeing Li Chijin’s pale complexion, Deng Qiuzhi hurriedly sent two men to help escort him back to Qing Sui Peak, as he himself turned and fled as if in a panic.
 Only after he had walked a short distance did Deng Qiuzhi turn his head with an ugly expression and slap the man behind him hard.
 "Come with me to Qing Sui Peak to apologize tomorrow!"
 The man lowered his head with a sense of injustice, muttering to himself,
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 </div> "It’s you who wanted to provoke them..."
 Little did he expect that Deng Qiuzhi would suddenly grip his neck, lift him high, and ask with a complex expression,
 "He doesn’t hold a grudge against me, does he?"
 "Young Master! You even gave him medicine for his injuries, he won’t, young master..."
 The man was truly frightened, pleading repeatedly.
 Deng Qiuzhi listened to him prattle on for a few moments before suddenly narrowing his eyes and coldly staring at him, saying word by word,
 "You don’t hold a grudge against me, do you?"
 The man was terrified, his legs trembling, and with a crying tone, he said,
 "This humble one does not..."
 "Then that’s good."
 Deng Qiuzhi casually put him down and mumbled thoughtfully to himself,
 "Li Chijin from Qing Sui Peak..."</div>
 

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Chapter 52 Deng Qiuzhi

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Deng Qiuzhi Li Xiangping had just broken through to the fourth round of Fetal Breathing the day before, just like his brother Li Tongya. Having arranged the family affairs, he was in the courtyard studying the "Mysterious Water Sword Technique," when he heard a series of footsteps coming from outside the courtyard. "Brother?" Dusty and travel-worn, Li Tongya entered the courtyard, his body covered with dew, and his shoes caked with mud. He placed the cloth bag on the...

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Chapter 52 Deng Qiuzhi

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