She came to do this kind of thing, naturally feeling a bit flushed, but even with the faint mocking tone from the other side, she remained steadfast.

In the future, the leader of a grand sect, now bargaining with people over a few taels of silver.

Quite adorable indeed...

Chen Kuang helplessly curled his lips.

He watched as Lv Zhexiong walked out from the business association, left the city, and headed towards the Taoist temple, choosing not to follow further.

Midway, Lv Zhexiong changed direction, transforming into a stream of light, flying into the woods.

Beside a waterfall with huge rocks, Lv Zhexiong landed, seeing a green deer drinking water.

The Daoist Nun took two steps forward, gently stroked the green deer’s head.

The green deer shook its ears but did not dodge.

She looked around and found the back of an elder lying on the rock.

"Elder, is there an important matter you want to discuss with me?"

Lv Zhexiong asked.

She had known the elder in front of her for about five years.

Back then, the elder’s mount - the green deer had injured its hoof and was unwilling to move, which trapped the elder in place.

Out of camaraderie, Lv Zhexiong lent a hand, leading the green deer to this water’s edge, where there were fruit trees and a cave beneath the rock, sufficient for shelter.

It was only earlier on the road that Lv Zhexiong saw the silhouette of the green deer and suddenly turned to this familiar place.

Who would have thought that over five years, the elder hadn’t moved an inch!

Lv Zhexiong was momentarily speechless.

The elder supported his head, seemingly half-asleep, yawned, opened his eyes to look at Lv Zhexiong, and smiled:

"Indeed, there is something I’d like your help with. Could you send me to the Mystic God Daoist Sect?"

"As for compensation..."

"I’ll recommend someone who surely would be willing to take you as a disciple, how about that?"

Lv Zhexiong was momentarily stunned, instinctively gripping the sachet in her hand tightly.

The elder turned over, continued to look at her with a grin:

"However, the Mystic God Daoist Sect has strict rules, the Fuli Immortal State is easy to enter but hard to leave. If you have earthly ties, it’s best to resolve them soon."

...

Yang Wenshu fled in desperation, heading towards his own sect.

Soon, he saw the mountain gate of his sect, and two gatekeeper disciples who were dozing off.

Feeling there was no one chasing behind him, Yang Wenshu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He landed at the mountain gate, strode up to those two gatekeeper disciples, and slapped them on the back of their heads, reprimanding:

"In broad daylight, you’re so lazy!"

No one answered, and those two gatekeeper disciples showed no reaction, continuing to lean their heads quietly.

Yang Wenshu’s hand paused, looking at the tilted heads of the two disciples, suddenly feeling a chill in his heart.

He pushed hard, and the heads of those two disciples fell off.

And their bodies began to disintegrate like foam...

Yang Wenshu was scared to death, suddenly retreating.

He watched with open eyes as those two disciples turned into bubbles, his whole body stiffened.

The next moment, Yang Wenshu rushed into his familiar Bi Yun Sect like a madman.

Along the way, he encountered many disciples, elders, some were of the outer sect, the inner sect, and even some true disciples; but similarly, whenever he encountered them, they instantly vanished like popped bubbles...

"Where’s everyone?! Where’s everyone?! All of you come out!!!!"

"Damn it, usually so many people, how come they’re all gone now? Ah?"

"Who? Who the hell set up this Illusion Technique?!"

"I won’t be fooled! I won’t be fooled!"

Yang Wenshu dashed inside the sect, yelling all the way, from day to dusk, then to night. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

But no one responded to him.

Everyone, upon being touched by him, disappeared.

The once grand sect, a place carrying so many ambitions and expectations, only had Yang Wenshu left as a living person.

He shouted until his voice was hoarse, finally sitting down in silence at the highest point of Bi Yun Sect.

Until the dawn of the seventh day.

As the sun rose from the distant mountains, Yang Wenshu suddenly laughed.

"Hehe... hehe haha hahaha hahahaha!"

He suddenly leapt from the highest point.

Yang Wenshu certainly wouldn’t die; there was only one more mad person wandering around the ruins of Bi Yun Sect in the world.