My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Chi Yangzi nodded: "In that case, please ask Master Zhou to choose a quiet place with good feng shui. The temple doesn't need to be large, three halls will suffice."

The main hall enshrines a statue of the immortal Qingwei, while the side halls can house a lecture hall and a pharmacy, providing convenience for itinerant doctors and scholars in the future.

This was partly his personal motive—although Ye Qingfeng acted mysteriously, he always saved lives and eliminated demons to bring peace to the people. Such a person deserved genuine respect.

Expanding the functions of temples can truly benefit the people and does not violate the Taoist principle of "helping the world".

"Master, your consideration is thorough!" praised Mr. Li. "I am willing to donate the peach grove at the east end of the town. It is a very quiet place, nestled against the mountains and by the water."

The matter was settled.

The temple construction project is in full swing.

The peach orchard in the east of the town was quickly cleared to create an open space.

Chi Yangzi personally surveyed the location and laid out the foundation of the palace according to the Bagua layout.

The Zhou family paid to hire the best carpenters and stonemasons in the town, and the materials used were all top-quality bluestone and red pine.

The creation of the statue became a problem—that night, Ye Qingfeng was dressed in green, his face indistinct in the moonlight and the shadows of the sword.

All I remember is her ethereal气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance), and an indescribable calm and composure in her every move.

"What should an immortal look like?" Old carpenter Master Wang asked, his brow furrowed in worry as he held his carving knife.

Chi Yangzi pondered for a moment, then picked up his brush and sketched on the paper.

He didn't paint specific facial features, but rather a kind of "meaning".

He wore a blue Taoist robe, his figure was as upright as a pine tree, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was raised as if holding something.

His face was blurred, with only his eyes half-closed, as if observing his own heart, or perhaps watching the vast world around him.

"The eyes are the windows to the heart. The eyes of an immortal should contain compassion and hold thunder," Chi Yangzi said softly. "Compassion for all living beings, thunder to suppress evil spirits."

Master Wang seemed to understand it but not quite, but he carved according to the artistic conception. Half a day later, the initial shape was formed and it actually had a bit of the charm.

Chi Yangzi stood in front of the statue, his heart stirred slightly, and he bit his fingertip, using his own blood essence to draw a simple "spirit gathering talisman" on the back of the statue.

This is a minor, unorthodox technique passed down from his master, which allows the statue to slowly absorb a trace of spiritual energy. Although it cannot communicate with the divine, it can soothe the mind and spirit.

"Let's consider this... forming a good connection."

With the help of the entire town, the temple was completed in less than half a day, and Chiyangzi presided over the consecration ceremony.

There was no grand ceremony; they simply gathered a few elders from the town, the Zhou family father and son, and dozens of people who had witnessed the return of ten thousand swords that night.

Chi Yangzi burned incense, washed his hands, and recited the "Purity Sutra".

"This temple is erected to enshrine the Immortal Qingwei. It is not for seeking blessings or avoiding disaster, but only to remember the Immortal's grace of salvation and to warn those who come after him—the way of Heaven is clear, and evil cannot prevail over good."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind rose in the hall, and the flames of the incense and candles on the offering table suddenly blazed brightly.

The crowd gasped in surprise and knelt down in worship.

Chi Yangzi was stunned. The spirit-gathering talisman he had drawn was actually operating on its own, and the previously somewhat blurry stone statue...

At this moment, it became incredibly clear!

This scene also drew cheers from the people present!

"The immortal has appeared!"

"This..." Chi Yangzi was shocked. "What kind of cultivation method does Senior Qingwei practice?"

"Never mind, senior's realm is beyond my comprehension." Chi Yangzi shook his head, suppressing his doubts. "Just do your duty."

After everything was completed, Chi Yangzi stood alone in the hall, looking at the statue that had begun to show signs of spirituality, and suddenly remembered something.

"Senior Qingwei calls himself Qingwei of Biyou Palace... Biyou Palace... What exactly is that place?"

He had been traveling the world for forty years and had never heard of any Biyou Palace in the East Sea.

After hesitating for a moment, Chi Yangzi took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from his bosom.

The mirror surface is mottled, and the edges are engraved with Bagua patterns.

This is a communication tool called "Telescope" passed down from his master. It can be used to communicate with fellow disciples within a certain range, but it consumes a lot of energy and is not used unless it is an emergency.

Infused with magic, the mirror surface rippled with a water-like halo.

A moment later, an old face appeared in the halo, with its eyes half-closed, as if it were meditating.

"Junior Brother Chiyang?" The old man's voice came through the bronze mirror, slightly surprised. "Weren't you traveling? Why are you using a telescope?"

"Senior Brother Xuanming," Chiyangzi bowed respectfully, "I am indeed traveling, but there are some things... I would like to ask you for advice."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

Chi Yangzi carefully considered his words: "Senior brother, have you ever heard of the name Biyou Palace?"

The old man in the mirror remained silent for a moment, as if recalling something.

"Biyou Palace..." He slowly shook his head. "No. There are thousands of islands in the East Sea, but only a dozen or so have spiritual veins, and all of them are listed in the register."

Those named after "palace" are nothing more than Jade Void Palace, Shangqing Palace, Taiyi Palace, etc., but Biyou Palace... I've never heard of it."

The confusion on Chi Yangzi's face became increasingly obvious.

The old man in the mirror asked in confusion, "Chiyang, who did you encounter?"

Chi Yangzi briefly recounted Ye Qingfeng's story.

After listening, Senior Brother Xuanming remained silent for a long time.

"Chiyang," he finally spoke, his tone grave, "The Qingwei Immortal you described possesses methods far beyond those of ordinary cultivators."

As for Biyou Palace... it's either some ancient, secluded lineage that's been hidden for a thousand years, or...

He paused for a moment, then said, "Or maybe that senior just made it up on the spot."

Chi Yangzi smiled wryly: "Junior brother has also thought of that. But senior's cultivation is boundless, why fabricate an origin story?"

"Perhaps they don't want to reveal their true background," Senior Brother Xuanming said.

"The cultivation world is a deep and murky place. Some old monsters love to fabricate identities when they play around in the mortal world. Things like 'The Hermit of Kunlun' or 'The Fisherman of Penglai' are mostly aliases."

"Then, Senior Brother, do you believe this Senior Qingwei is either righteous or evil?"

"Slaying demons and saving the people is the righteous path," Senior Brother Xuanming affirmed.

"As for his background... since he is unwilling to say, you don't need to delve into it. It's already a great fortune to be able to form a good relationship with such a person, so don't ask for too much."

Chi Yangzi nodded in agreement.

Senior Brother Xuanming continued.

"You should handle that senior's matter carefully. If you can get some guidance, it may be your time to shine."

I'll cover for you with the sect; we'll just say you're traveling around seeking enlightenment.

"Thank you, senior brother."

The halo around the bronze mirror dissipated.

Chi Yangzi put away his magical artifacts and stood in the hall in deep thought for a long time.

"No matter where our predecessors came from or what path they practiced, Chi Yang will forever remember their grace of salvation."

The incense offerings at this temple are a testament to the goodwill of our predecessors, and may even help them advance further on their spiritual path.

Outside the palace, the peach grove swayed gently in the wind, and petals fell in profusion.

Under the same sky, three hundred miles away.

Ye Qingfeng was walking forward step by step.

Suddenly, he sensed something and his cultivation level increased slightly.

He focused his senses and felt that the source was from Black Mountain Town.

"Black Mountain Town... a temple has been built?" Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

"Interesting." Ye Qingfeng's lips curled up slightly. "But these people aren't enough. To break free from this chessboard, we need more people to believe in us."

Ye Qingfeng recalled the person who had set up the scheme earlier, even though he seemed to have fooled the other party.

But this is ultimately a dangerous undertaking.

To be effective, one must be strong oneself. He needs more strength to avoid being used as a pawn, or even to stand out and become the one who wields the pieces!