Calabash Fairy

As the guests gathered, the birthday banquet officially began, with numerous rare fruits, fine wines, and delicacies served on the table.

Fang Yan watched as the thousand-year-old Crimson Flame Fruit and six other thousand-year-old spiritual fruits of different colors were sliced ​​into thin slices and made into exquisite delicacies that resembled blooming seven-colored lotus flowers.

This delicacy was merely an inconspicuous dish on the table in front of him...

If it were Fang Yan himself, as an alchemist, he would naturally subconsciously choose to use these rare spiritual materials to refine pills.

However, even just consuming these delicacies would greatly benefit his cultivation...

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At the City God Temple, the birthday banquet lasted until the sun set and the moon rose high before the many guests finally took their leave.

The four people in the inner hall were personally escorted by Zhang Chenghuang.

"Young friend Fang, I will prepare a banquet at Shengjing Tower in three days and look forward to your arrival."

Outside the City God's Mansion, Fang Yan heard Zhang Chenghuang's telepathic message and nodded with a light laugh.

Their previous discussion was interrupted, so they agreed to meet again at Shengjing Tower three days later to discuss the Dao.

Clearly, they are all quite looking forward to it.

At the same time, both Xiaolongjun and Yang Xiangu clearly intended to go up and talk to Fang Yan, but unexpectedly, a smiling figure had already arrived at Fang Yan's side a step ahead.

"Brother Fang, would you mind discussing matters concerning elixirs with me?"

Fang Yan nodded with a smile and said:

"Brother Jin, please."

"Please~"

Seeing the two figures leave the incense space together, Little Dragon Lord and Fairy Yang felt helpless. They couldn't compete with Wanbao Trading Company for the people, so they had no choice but to leave separately...

Upon seeing this, Zhang Chenghuang merely chuckled and shook his head before turning and walking back into his residence.

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On the other side, Fang Yan and the Money Rat appeared in front of the City God Temple in Gudu City, but the crowds coming and going in the City God Temple were completely unaware of them.

"I've heard that every year on the birthday of the City God, the people of Gudu City gather on the riverbank to release lanterns, praying for the happiness and well-being of their families. This is a grand annual event in Gudu City, and I've been wanting to see it for myself. Why don't you join me, Brother Jin?"

The money rat stroked its whiskers and chuckled:

"Of course I'd like to see it for myself, but I just helped Brother Fang out of a tight spot, won't Brother Fang really treat me to a couple of cups of Phoenix Spirit Wine?"

Fang Yan chuckled and shook his head, saying:

"If Brother Jin likes it, there will be plenty of spirit wine whenever you want."

As the two chatted and laughed, their figures gradually disappeared into the crowd. A moment later, Yu Zhenzi from Qingxuan Taoist Temple also caught up with his disciples, but Fang Yan was nowhere to be seen.

It should be noted that Qingxuan Taoist Temple is not even considered a middle-ranking sect among the minor immortal sects. The few people who were talking with the Mountain God outside the gate were unimaginable to them, so they dared not go up and talk to them.

But now, the senior has already left.

Yu Zhenzi sighed softly, deciding to leave the matter aside for now and discuss it again after the abbot returned...

Fang Yan and the Money Rat soon arrived at the south wall tower of the ancient ferry city.

At this moment, the two sat on the roof of the city tower, looking at the lights on the riverbank not far away, which resembled thousands of stars, carrying people's wishes and hopes, and gradually drifting into the distance.

Fang Yan took out a blue jade wine pot and a pair of wine cups, filled one of the cups himself, and handed it to the money rat, smiling:

"Thank you very much, Brother Jin, for today's matter."

He only learned about this person, the Money Rat, during a casual chat a couple of years ago. The Money Rat's real name is Money.

It is said that the name was given by a senior who introduced the Money Rat to Wanbao Trading Company. Its meaning is quite obvious, and it is also the internal principle of Wanbao Trading Company.

Money paves the way.

With enough Wanbao coins, what can't you buy?

"If I really want to thank someone, it should be Brother Fang. If I hadn't met Brother Fang, this benefactor, in the Ten Thousand Mountains, I don't know how long it would have taken me to go from a 'merchant' to the 'manager' I am today."

"This cup should be offered to Brother Fang by me."

With an unusually solemn expression, the Money Rat raised his cup to Fang Yan in respect.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan smiled, raised his glass, and the glasses clinked in mid-air before they drank it all down together.

Despite what Money Rat says, the two of them have always had a win-win situation and have helped each other achieve success.

His appearance as a master of alchemy certainly helped Money Rat successfully advance in his cultivation.

However, over the years, Fang Yan has had a very worry-free time trading with the Money Rat. Whether it's being a nominal alchemist or obtaining the Myriad Treasures Purple Crystal Token, the Money Rat has always been very proactive in helping him.

Moreover, this win-win situation will continue for a long time to come.

The two chatted for a while on the city wall, and then the Money Rat took his leave.

He only suggested coming here today because he saw that Fang Yan and the other two did not seem to have a close relationship, and he himself wanted to catch up with this mountain god.

But unlike the mountain god of Qingfeng Mountain before him, he had many matters to attend to at Wanbao Trading Company and couldn't leisurely enjoy the lanterns here...

Looking at the bustling crowds and thousands of lights in the distance under the night sky, Fang Yan felt a little dazed for a moment.

Such a beautiful scene has never been seen in the Hundred Thousand Mountains...

"Now that my discussion with Zhang Chenghuang is over, I should head back to Qingfeng Mountain. Perhaps, many years from now, such a magnificent scene will appear at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain..."

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Meanwhile, at the same time, in Xiahe Village at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, at Yang Sheng's home.

Unbeknownst to anyone, an elderly man dressed in a bright red robe slowly appeared before the stove. He looked around, nodded, stroked his beard, and smiled:

"Indeed, this family has been blessed by their ancestors and their descendants have been fortunate to achieve good results through generations of good deeds."

"I do remember that two hundred years ago, a scholar surnamed Yang wrote in blood, and knelt before the book while the other refugees remained numb, praying that the people in the mountains could survive and that the literary tradition would not be cut off."

"The prayer of the Confucian scholar surnamed Yang reached the ears of the God of Literature, who once personally turned his gaze here and granted his wish. For two hundred years, the literary tradition has continued uninterrupted."

The Kitchen God slowly left the stove, his figure passing directly through the doorway into the courtyard, where he looked at the beautiful Qingfeng Mountain not far away.

"This gourd doll's training ground is still far from being a blessed land..."

"Um?"

Suddenly, the Kitchen God raised an eyebrow and looked in surprise toward the north, where he saw a glimmer of starlight rapidly falling toward them.

"So it was this kid~"

The Kitchen God looked at the starlight with amusement, and with a wave of his hand, a divine power quickly enveloped the small courtyard, preventing any movement from spreading out.

Before long, the starlight from the distant sky, carrying the figure within, crashed down beside the Kitchen God.

"boom----"

The Kitchen God waved his hand to disperse the dust that had risen around him, and looked at the white-robed youth who was sprawled face down in the ground, with a black shoe print on his buttocks, and chuckled:

"It's been a thousand years, but the flying technique of young Taoist Wen Yu is still as unique as ever!"