A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

Chapter 108 Reencounter with Grandpa and Grandma Sun Xiaohong

Fuming with pent-up anger, Lu Ming returned to the manor and caught Yi Lin, who happened to be back, giving her a taste of what it meant to sit and watch the clouds rise and lie down and watch the tides ebb and flow.

His anger came on quickly and went off just as fast; all that happened was that his head got wet.

While Yilin was resting from exhaustion, he used the teleportation array to arrive at the Hanging Temple of Hengshan to find Yang Ling (the mute old woman) to learn some things and instantly check on her progress in her cultivation. With Feng Qingyang in charge of Huashan, there was no need to worry about safety, but Hengshan could only rely on Yang Ling; she was their most powerful trump card.

Master Dingyi has a volatile and easily angered personality, and she's not considered one of their own, so she didn't receive his teachings. Now, the Hengshan Sect is counting on Yang Ling, so it's necessary to give her some encouragement, but it was unexpected that this encouragement ended up on her bed.

Drop a 300-year-old Ganoderma lucidum (reishi mushroom) picked from Wudang Mountain into a resource point. After a flash of light, if you ever win a Ganoderma lucidum in the lottery, it will be 300 years old. Moreover, the age will increase accordingly every year.

Given enough time, even millennia-old medicinal herbs wouldn't be a problem. But that's unrealistic; theory is one thing, practice is another.

Exhausted, Yang Ling was quite helpless, her long black hair sticking to her fair cheeks with sweat: "Why don't you go find Master Dingyi?"

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Lu Ming raised his head and said firmly, "I'm not that kind of person!"

If it weren't for the touch she felt when she looked up, Yang Ling would have almost believed it. A disdainful smile appeared on her fair cheeks, flushed from the rain: "You're disgusting, you dare to do it but not admit it. Humph, I'll go tell her, I'm afraid you've already been eyeing her for a while!"

Lu Ming rolled his eyes upon hearing this and said irritably, "Even if I were to set my sights on Abbess Miejue, I would never set my sights on Abbess Dingyi. What kind of person do you take me for? I'm a gentleman, not some lecherous thief who doesn't discriminate between men and women!"

"Pah! I think you're just a womanizer, a complete bastard! Alright, I'll handle this. If there's nothing else, get the hell out of my way! All you do all day is think about this kind of nonsense. Let me tell you, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're young. This kind of thing can't happen too often. Once every two or three days is about right."

Yang Ling snorted and silently picked up the clothes scattered on the ground. What kind of people are these? All they do is criticize others all day long.

Satisfied, they returned to the capital.

At the Yue Lai Inn in the east of the city, Lu Ming saw his fellow disciples from the Huashan Sect drinking and listening to a storyteller as soon as he entered. Looking at the storyteller in the front hall, he immediately smiled – wasn't this an old acquaintance?

The old man of heavenly secrets twitched at the corner of his mouth, thinking, "How did I run into this damned bastard again!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at his granddaughter and, sure enough, she was staring at Lu Ming with a dazed expression. He didn't even need to look to know she was completely smitten. That damned brat! He has so many women already, and he still has to seduce his granddaughter! How despicable!

This is truly an injustice. Lu Ming did nothing; it was Sun Xiaohong who fell in love at first sight, and it had little to do with him.

Lu Ming ordered two jars of Fenjiu liquor and squeezed into a seat: "Senior Brother, you're in such high spirits! It's rare for you to come out, this meal is on me!"

Lu Dayou, that sycophant, immediately chimed in, "Young Master is so generous! Haha, let's all say thank you!"

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Linghu Chong looked somewhat resentful. His childhood sweetheart, his junior sister, had been snatched away. Just like the old storyteller had said, childhood sweethearts couldn't compete with a lover who fell from the sky. Fortunately, he was naturally forthright, and Lu Ming's habit of often being away from Mount Hua and preferring to travel around suited his tastes. So he picked up his wine bowl and clinked it with Lu Ming's.

After a few rounds of drinks, he finally took out a letter and handed it over: "Master said he would give you this letter as soon as he saw you. Sigh, I don't know what Master is busy with. I never see him all day long."

It was truly a difficult task to put the unreliable Linghu Chong in charge. With Feng Qingyang in charge of the Huashan Sect, Linghu Chong often returned to the Cliff of Contemplation to practice his swordsmanship, and his temperament became more composed.

There was nothing that could be done about it; no matter how unreliable he was, he couldn't just abandon his junior brothers and go off to play by himself.

Lu Ming patted him on the shoulder, took the letter and tossed it into his bag: "Don't overthink it. We'll just do whatever Master says. Oh, right, I have something to do. Senior Brother, please entertain the other senior brothers for me."

Seeing the thousand taels of silver handed to him, Linghu Chong's eyes lit up. Now he could go to a more upscale place to listen to music! His gloomy expression instantly turned into a beaming one. Feeling indebted to someone who had accepted his gift, he immediately patted his chest and said, "It's alright, Young Master, you can go ahead and do your work. Leave this to me. Hehe, I'll just use this opportunity to buy some things as a gift for your and Junior Sister's child."

A person who can take things on and let them go is someone you can get along with!

The Huashan Sect is currently experiencing rapid growth, having expanded its territory considerably. This necessitates the presence of skilled martial artists to patrol and roam the area. Merchants and escort agencies pay their dues, and in return, the sect must resolve any issues that arise. This applies only to troublemakers within the martial arts world; if two factions are exchanging insults, then the sect's actions are beyond its control.

In the original novel, Linghu Chong was driven away by Yue Buqun because he concealed the truth about Feng Qingyang, and his usual carefree and irresponsible attitude led to a series of conflicts. He wasn't suited to be a leader, but he was a decent enforcer.

Compared to Lu Ming, Yue Buqun truly treated Linghu Chong like a son. Not long ago, he even taught him the "Zixia Divine Skill," a skill only the sect leader could learn, and didn't forget to subtly manipulate him, making Linghu Chong even more devoted to the Huashan Sect.

Lu Ming booked a private room and sent an invitation to the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets using a secret telepathic communication method.

He opened the letter and read it carefully. It said that after seeing the letter, he should go to the Dragon Guard Manor outside the city, where Yue Buqun was also cultivating. Although it was not explicitly stated, the words were full of the implication that he had been recruited by Zhu Wushi, the Iron-Blooded Marquis.

Tossing the letter back into his bag, Lu Ming tapped his fingers on the table, his gaze becoming intriguing. He never expected Yue Buqun to be recruited, especially not with the likes of Zuo Lengchan from the Songshan Sect, Daoist Tianmen from the Taishan Sect, and Liu Zhengfeng from the Hengshan Sect. What kind of offers could possibly be made to bribe these proud and arrogant sect leaders?

There's definitely something fishy going on here. And then there's what Lin Xian'er said: the world is about to descend into chaos, war is imminent, and the situation will only become more difficult. War will inevitably lead to an increase in refugees, and both refugees and bandits will be a major headache.

Fifteen minutes later, the door was pushed open. Sun Baifa walked in, a pipe dangling from his lips. He had barely sat down and hadn't even caught his breath when he saw his granddaughter automatically pouring wine for Lu Ming. This angered him so much that he couldn't exhale a puff of smoke; it got stuck in his throat, causing him to cough incessantly.

Lu Ming rubbed his nose helplessly and pulled Sun Xiaohong to sit down: "No need to stand and serve us. We're all friends, don't be so formal."

Sun Xiaohong shuddered, a blush rising on her pretty face. Instead, she gripped his hand tightly, her eyes sparkling. "Brother Lu, it's been so long!"

"Haha, yes, long time no see. How have you been? How about I take your pulse? You know I'm a legendary healer, so if you're feeling unwell, just tell me. I also know acupuncture and massage; I can cure anything that's bothering you!"

Lu Ming secretly played with the fair and jade-like hands. How could hands that had been used to roam the world doing rough work be so tender?

Sun Xiaohong lowered her head, remembering Yue Lingshan's words about marrying her, and was too embarrassed to look up. She felt a mix of anticipation, fear, and a touch of excitement.

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