In the afterglow of the setting sun, Qing Mu leaned against the car door, smoking one cigarette after another, waiting for Wang Xuan to finish work at the entrance of the design institute.

He was a little worried. It had been many years since his master fled to New Planet like his ass was on fire. What had happened? He wanted to find out.

Wang Xuan was in a good mood. A big stone in his heart finally fell. He walked out with his colleagues, chatting and laughing.

"Little Wang, over here." Qing Mu called him.

"Somebody is looking for me, see you tomorrow." Wang Xuan greeted the people around him and quickly walked towards the front.

In the evening glow, a flock of birds flew away, making the autumn atmosphere even deeper, with the sky high and vast.

Qing Mu drove Wang Xuan to have dinner and started asking questions on the way. When he heard that Old Cheng had recently made an appointment with a True Immortal named Transformation, he stepped on the gas pedal and almost hit the car in front.

"Watch the road, be steady!" Wang Xuan quickly reminded him.

There were many vehicles on the street, as it was the end of work hours and the traffic was a bit congested. Qing Mu felt a bit frustrated. What was going on? Was Old Cheng scared away by the female cultivator?

He knew very well that Old Cheng was extremely powerful in the old arts, a rare super expert. Coupled with his shrewdness and efficiency, he almost never suffered losses. But recently, he...failed.

Wang Xuan was relaxed and had the mood to admire the fiery red maple trees on both sides of the road. The maple leaves looked particularly vibrant in the evening glow. Thinking that the female cultivator no longer appeared, he speculated that Old Cheng might have gone to New Planet this time.

"What do you think will happen to my master?" Qing Mu roughly understood the situation and found it a bit absurd. How could a person who had been dead for three thousand years still appear in dreams?

"Old Cheng is a good person, he'll be fine." Wang Xuan reassured him.

Qing Mu was never short of money. He chose a high-end restaurant with a large private room that was very quiet. After ordering the food, he began to ask in a low voice about the specific details.

"Are you saying that Old Cheng took the disaster for you?" Qing Mu choked on his own smoke and felt quite speechless.

"Don't imagine things, it has nothing to do with me. It can be said that no one who participated in the underground test site in the Greater Xing'an Mountains is innocent. Qing Mu, you should also be careful recently!"

Wang Xuan felt refreshed and had a good appetite. While enjoying the delicious food, he kindly reminded Qing Mu to prepare some talismans or something. Old Cheng was more experienced in this aspect. After the incident, he immediately took out a pile of talismans and stuck them all over his body.

At the same time, he complained in his heart that Old Cheng was really stingy. When he asked for help on the weekend, he only sent one talisman, but when something happened to himself, he stuck them all over his body as if his life depended on it.

Listening to his unreasonable complaints and warnings, Qing Mu pursed his lips, feeling complicated, and blew a smoke ring without saying a word.

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility." Wang Xuan commented.

Qing Mu glared at him. What kind of nonsense was this? This kid was taking advantage of the situation.

"What can we do to help him?" Qing Mu frowned. He was really worried about Old Cheng, after all, he was his master.

"I don't think it's a big deal. Old Cheng went to New Planet, and the female cultivator must be unfamiliar with the place. I guess she won't be able to settle down and will eventually bring Old Cheng back." Wang Xuan said.

Listen, what kind of words are these? Qing Mu glared at him and then discussed with him how to send Old Cheng to New Planet and take care of him.

Wang Xuan immediately refused. He had just jumped out of a pit, who would jump back in willingly?

He looked at Qing Mu and said, "Don't worry about Old Cheng for now. I think you really need to worry about yourself."

"What do you mean?" Qing Mu extinguished his cigarette.

Wang Xuan glanced at him and said, "What else could it mean? Old Cheng got scared and ran to New Planet. He definitely won't be able to help the female cultivator solve her problems. When she comes back, I guess it will be your turn."

"You have a poisonous mouth, shut up!" Qing Mu felt a bit uncertain in his heart, and he felt that Old Cheng was probably found because of Wang Xuan's nonsense.

The more he thought about it, the more he believed it. He solemnly warned Wang Xuan, saying, "Let's eat, finish quickly! During this period, you are not allowed to contact me, and don't mention my name!"

"Old Qing, you're being unfair. It's as if I'm the one causing all this trouble." Wang Xuan was dissatisfied and defended himself. This matter had nothing to do with him at all, he was also a victim.

"Stop talking about it. Let's temporarily draw a line between us. Don't contact me recently!" Qing Mu was about to go to the cashier and leave. He didn't want to stay here for a moment longer and barely touched his chopsticks.

"Don't leave in a hurry. When will my five million arrive? It's the compensation I earned with my life in Qingcheng Mountain." Wang Xuan asked eagerly. For a just-graduated student, this huge sum of money was truly a pleasant surprise.

"Tomorrow it will arrive!" Qing Mu stood up after speaking. He was quite straightforward about giving him the money. Although the silver animal skin scroll had not been deciphered yet, the expert group unanimously believed that it was of astonishing value; otherwise, they wouldn't have let a True Immortal like Transformation keep an eye on it until death.

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"Alright!" Wang Xuan was satisfied. For a just-graduated student, this unexpected windfall was truly amazing.

"You should eat something too." Wang Xuan persuaded Qing Mu and said, "Are you really leaving? Won't you send me back?"

Qing Mu ignored him, accelerated his pace, and disappeared in no time. He had made up his mind not to go near Wang Xuan's place recently.

The next day, Wang Xuan received a text message from the bank, notifying him of a large sum of money deposited. He counted and found six zeros, indeed five million. His mood instantly soared.

Soon, he remembered something. Had he paid taxes? He quickly contacted Qing Mu to ask, but Qing Mu ignored his five calls and didn't respond!In the end, perhaps unable to bear him any longer, Qing Mu texted him that he had already paid on his behalf, leaving him with five million after taxes.

"Old Qing, you're amazing!" Wang Xuan quickly typed a few words in response.

Upon seeing this, Qing Mu immediately blocked him, feeling that something bad would happen if he interacted too much with Wang Xuan recently. The more he thought about it, the more he believed it was true. He shouldn't have sought him out and invited him for dinner. Old Cheng was a cautionary tale.

In the evening, Wang Xuan called his parents and told them he would be home this weekend. He also gave them a heads up, saying, "I won the lottery!"

For the next two days, Wang Xuan studied the Daoist scriptures, practiced the root method, and pondered over the transformation stone. This time when he went home, he was determined to visit that mountain to see if anything was left behind.

On Friday after work, Wang Xuan rushed to the station. His home was in a neighboring small town, just over a hundred kilometers away, which was not far by comparison.

When he got home that night, his parents were initially very happy, but they were much more calm than he had imagined. In Old Wang's words, what was the use of having so much money? As long as they had enough to spend, that was enough. This attitude might also be the reason why Wang Xuan was usually carefree.

"You keep it for yourself, buy a house for marriage, and bring a wife home soon." Old Wang said happily, not forgetting to urge him to get married.

Wang Xuan came home once every week or two, so his parents, although very happy to see him, were relatively calm.

"I just graduated, it's too early. Let's wait for two years. I'll transfer the money to you first." Then, Wang Xuan, without any hesitation, completed the transfer.

After dinner, he asked his parents about the Big Black Mountain, tens of miles away from the small town. There had always been legends about a fairy in that place.

He remembered that when he was a child, there was a Taoist temple on the mountain. However, it had completely collapsed due to disrepair and the absence of any Taoist priests. He wondered what it was like now.

Old Wang recalled with emotion, "There, indeed, are some legends. When I was a child, the incense was very strong. Later, the villages and towns at the foot of the mountain were demolished, and people moved away. Most of them moved into the city, and the incense gradually faded. In the end, even the Taoist priests were gone. Now, the place is overgrown with weeds, and I heard that the foundation of the Taoist temple can't even be found."

Wang Xuan said, "Tomorrow, I plan to invite two of my childhood friends to go for a walk. I haven't been to the Big Black Mountain for a long time. Autumn is the perfect time to see if there are any hazelnuts or walnuts."

In the evening, he started to invite people. His two childhood friends were very happy to know that he was back. One of them promised to prepare a car for tomorrow, and the other said he would borrow a few local dogs to chase rabbits in the mountain.

Unfortunately, the weather was not cooperative. The forecast for Saturday was sunny to cloudy, but it turned out to be a drizzle, and the rain was getting heavier. His two friends regretted and rescheduled to go to the Big Black Mountain on Sunday.

Wang Xuan couldn't sit still. Even though it was raining heavily, it didn't affect him, a practitioner of the old arts. He decided to act on his own.

He put on his rain gear, left the house, left the small town, and then started running towards the Big Black Mountain.

The main reason was that the legend about the fairy seemed to be related to rain. Taking advantage of this environment, he went into the mountain to take a look.

After practicing the Golden Body Technique to the fourth level, even a distance of tens of miles was nothing to Wang Xuan.

Eventually, he entered the mountain. The rocks on this mountain range were black. If there were no plants, it would indeed look like light ink from a distance, hence the name Black Mountain, or Big Black Mountain.

Wang Xuan, following his memory, rushed straight to one of the peaks and quickly climbed up. However, when he reached the top, he was puzzled. The Taoist temple was nowhere to be seen. Even if it had collapsed, there should be some foundation and rubble. Why was it completely bare?

He felt that the foundation seemed to have been dug up.

Could he have remembered wrong? Was it not this mountain?

Wang Xuan went to other mountains to search, climbing several peaks in succession, but he found no collapsed Taoist temple.

Boom!

In the sky, thunder exploded, and dazzling lightning cut through the rain curtain, illuminating the dark sky and briefly lighting up the entire Big Black Mountain.

Unintentionally, Wang Xuan looked up. What did he see?

On the main peak where he first thought there was a collapsed Taoist temple, a creature appeared. It was not small, it was a... hou, carrying a person and descending the mountain.

Moreover, as the hou ran down, the mountain was slightly shaking, coming towards him!