Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Taiyi Mountain is near the capital, and its mountains stretch to the edge of the sea.

White clouds look back and merge, blue mist enters and disappears.

The towering mountains, thousands of feet high, are named after the Four Symbols and stand in the four directions. The four main peaks are like four pillars supporting the heavens and the earth.

Strange pines and rocks adorn the mountains, and a white ribbon falls from the mountaintop, disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds, like a silver river falling from the heavens.

Several cranes soared over the mountaintops into the sky, while a seven-colored deer bent down to drink from the stream.

The sound of bells broke through the clouds and mist, startling a flock of birds into flight.

Nestled amidst the mountains, a large lake sits, sunlight filtering through the sea of ​​clouds, casting soft rays that reflect shimmering images.

Four Symbols Mountain, Celestial Master's Mansion, Taiwei Palace.

The entire palace is made of white jade, with 108 pillars supporting it, and carved with the Yin and Yang symbols, mountains, rivers, plants, the sun, the moon and stars.

In the center of the palace, there were no statues of gods or immortals, only an old Taoist priest sitting in the middle, meditating with his eyes closed.

Even though no incense was burned, the main hall was filled with rolling clouds and wisps of smoke, like a dream.

A young Taoist priest in a purple robe stepped into the palace and walked straight to the left of the old Taoist priest.

He looked around and, seeing that the old Taoist priest didn't seem to care about him, he stepped forward and nudged the old Taoist priest's shoulder.

"Master! Master! Something's happened!"

clang!

The whisk collided with his head, producing a metallic clang.

The young Taoist priest clutched his head and wailed.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! If I don't pay with ten or eight magic treasures, I'm not leaving here today!"

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes and glanced at him sideways, neither angry nor saying a word, just looking at him.

After a short while of making a fuss, the young Taoist priest, realizing he was getting bored, gave an awkward smile and handed the imperial edict to the old Taoist priest.

"What should we say to the imperial edict sent by the emperor? Should we give him face?"

The old Taoist priest's name was Li Tailing, the contemporary Celestial Master of Sixiang Mountain, and he was rated as the sixth strongest person in the world by Xuantian Pavilion.

Li Tailing did not accept the imperial edict handed to him by his closed-door disciple Zhang Ming'an. With a slight movement of his divine sense, he had already taken in all the contents of the edict.

"Ming'an, what's your opinion on this matter?"

The person being questioned lay supine on the prayer mat, picking his teeth and turning his head, showing no semblance of a Taoist priest.

"How should I look? Just look around!"

clang!

Another crisp collision sound.

After getting a big bump on his head, Zhang Ming'an finally became a little more serious. He sat up, spread out the imperial edict, and casually tapped it a few times.

"Either the emperor has gone mad, or he is testing us, but I have heard that this emperor is the favorite disciple of that old man in the Wenchang Hall, so he is certainly not mad."

The problem then arises: this imperial edict would first offend the old scholars in the Wenchang Hall. How could they possibly agree to something that targets them?

After doing his own analysis, Zhang Ming'an shook his head for a while, and seeing that his master was ignoring him, he continued to speak.

"Even if all those old fogies in the Wenchang Hall suddenly have a change of heart and are ready to cut off their own heads, this so-called reform will still not succeed."

Marquis of Zhennan, Duke of Zhenbei, Marquis of Haining, Great Snow Mountain, Southern Frontier Gu Cult, Southeast Witch Clan, East Sea Grotto Heaven, Qishan Road...

None of these feudal lords are easy to deal with; if they were to unite, the Great Qi would have no chance of winning.

This doesn't even include the various demonic sects scattered throughout the land, as well as the two holy lands, nine major sects, and thirty-six martial arts schools in the martial arts world.

These forces would never agree to the implementation of the new law.

Not only that, Master, look at the contents of this new law.

What is the purpose of thoroughly investigating three years of wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice?

If this were to be truly investigated, countless heads would be chopped off throughout the entire Great Qi Dynasty, and at least half of the court officials would be killed…”

Zhang Ming'an spoke at lightning speed, quickly analyzing the new law in its entirety.

Finally, he concluded in a tone that mocked fools.

"The new emperor is very bold. He uses new laws to test the attitudes of all parties. He must have something to rely on or want to seek a new balance."

But in my opinion, the new emperor, who came from the Wenchang Hall lineage, could not have written these things; the real author must have been someone else.

Some of the ideas are indeed novel and have their merits. For example, the land redistribution policy would be a great thing if it could be implemented.

It's just a pity that this person is also a fool. Such reckless behavior will not only be of no use, but he himself will probably die without even leaving a corpse behind.

In the end, he dragged his entire family down with him, resulting in them being beheaded in the marketplace.

Throughout the entire process, the contemporary Celestial Master Li Tailing did not offer much commentary, but simply listened silently to his disciple's analysis.

Seeing Zhang Ming'an collapse onto the prayer mat right after he finished speaking, Li Tailing lightly swept his whisk over him.

"Ming'an, how should our Four Symbols Mountain position itself in this situation?"

Seeing that his master was deliberately testing him, Zhang Ming'an, who had collapsed to the ground, let out a tired wail, and then suddenly jumped up.

"Master, you are the Celestial Master. How can you let your disciple, who is too weak to lift anything and could be blown away by a gust of wind, bear these burdens?"

Li Tailing glanced at Zhang Ming'an, who seemed furious, but ignored him and asked again.

"Ming'an, how does Sixiang Mountain think it should position itself this time?"

The young Taoist covered his face, displaying an exaggerated posture, and even his voice carried a hint of gritted teeth.

"Sitting quietly in the Yellow Court, we observe the changes in the world! Who wins or loses has no effect on our Four Elephant Mountain."

"Very well, I'll leave this matter to you, Ming'an."

"No, no, no!!! I already have an appointment with your apprentice, and I really can't get away."

Seeing Zhang Ming'an's attitude, Li Tailing was not annoyed. He raised his hand and found a book with the words "Sect Rules" written on the cover.

The ancient book flipped open without any wind, turning to the middle page.

The disciples of Sixiang Mountain should adhere to their original intentions. If they have someone they love, they should entrust them with their true heart and strictly prohibit being fickle.

After perusing the ancient book, the contemporary celestial master fell silent, merely looking at his disciple with a half-smile.

Upon reading the contents of the book, Zhang Ming'an's face immediately fell, and he muttered under his breath, counting on his fingers.

"Senior Sister Ling from Vermilion Bird Peak, Senior Sister An from Azure Dragon Peak, Senior Sister Mo from Black Tortoise Peak, Senior Sister Ming from White Tiger Peak, Junior Sister Bai from Little Jade Peak..."

After repeating more than twenty names in a row, Zhang Ming'an's entire face visibly struggled. Finally, he sighed and said righteously.

"Master, the world is undergoing a great upheaval, concerning the fate of the nation and its people. Such a momentous matter, who else but me should undertake it? Rest assured! Leave this matter to your disciple!"

"good!"

"Disciple, I shall take my leave now!"

"Wait a moment."

"What else do you need, Master?" Zhang Ming'an stepped out of the palace but then pulled his foot back, glancing at his master with a half-hearted look.

"Send this jade box to Qishan Road and give it to that Grand Commander. Tell him that the gates of the Celestial Master's Mansion are open to him, and if he is willing, he can inherit the orthodox lineage of my Celestial Master's Way."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ming'an immediately became serious. He straightened up and looked at Li Tailing with a solemn expression.

"What does Master mean by this? Why does the orthodox tradition of the Celestial Masters need an outsider to inherit it?"

Li Tailing stroked his long beard, his voice ethereal.

"This is your great-grandfather's instruction, so don't ask any more questions."

Upon hearing the words "Grandmaster," Zhang Ming'an's pupils constricted, and he panicked for a moment before returning to normal.

"I will deliver the message, but if the person is unwilling to come, then it has nothing to do with me, my disciple."

"good"

The master and disciple exchanged a glance, and everything was understood without a word.