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

Mountains have four seasons, hence the name Four Symbols.

The abodes of immortals always have their own unique and praiseworthy features, and Mount Sixiang is a legendary place known throughout the world as the ancestral home of Taoism.

It's hard to say whether Sixiang Mountain made the ancestral home of Taoism, or whether the existence of the ancestral home of Taoism created Sixiang Mountain.

Over the long years, the name Sixiang Mountain has long been integrated with Taoism, becoming the most renowned Taoist holy site in the world.

Green Dragon Peak is always in bloom, Vermilion Bird Peak is scorching hot, White Tiger Peak is always covered in red maple leaves, and Black Tortoise Peak is covered in snow all year round.

The four main peaks of the Taoist holy site each have their own unique characteristics and are renowned throughout the world for their distinctive features.

The phrase "mountains ablaze with red, forests dyed in vibrant hues" is the most vivid description of Baihu Peak.

Even in early spring, in March, Baihu Peak is still immersed in the world of autumn.

Autumn's chill permeates the clouds, stretching from the foot of White Tiger Peak to the sea of ​​clouds, soaking every corner of the mountains and forests.

The red maple leaves are like fire, or like spilled rouge, blending with the clouds and mist, like a dream.

Halfway up the mountain, maple forests provide shade, their red leaves swaying gently, creating a fiery red sea of ​​maple leaves covering the entire mountain.

Hidden deep within layers of red maple leaves is a three-story building with green tiles.

A cobblestone path leads from the edge of the maple forest to the location of the small building.

On the five-meter-wide bed, Zhang Ming'an, who had recently been on the battlefield between the two regions, lay comfortably with a beautiful woman in his arms.

Unlike his usual listless and dejected appearance, Zhang Ming'an exuded an otherworldly aura at this moment. Even though he was only wearing a thin shirt, it did not affect his ethereal charm.

The Taoist master leaned back on the pillow, one arm around the beauty, the other stroking her disheveled hair, his tone languid and tinged with weariness.

"Senior Sister Ming, is there any other story you'd like to hear? The battlefield between the two realms is incredibly interesting. If you'd like to hear more, I could tell you stories for three days and three nights straight."

Perhaps because the hand in front of her was restless, or perhaps because she was not satisfied with the person beside her, the woman called Sister Ming snorted twice and pinched Zhang Ming'an's waist hard.

"Junior Uncle is joking. You are my elder, and Jia Yu can't accept being called Senior Sister by you." Ming Jia Yu glanced at Zhang Ming An reproachfully and said these words with a half-smile.

Zhang Ming'an laughed freely, his restless hands wandering again. He gently stroked the beauty's cheek, feigning grievance.

"What are you saying, Senior Sister? How can seniority compare to my feelings for you? Let's just talk about who's who."

Ming Jiayu smiled but did not answer. She simply moved her head so that her cheek was pressed against Zhang Ming'an's.

This action further emboldened Zhang Ming'an, making him more adept at lying.

"Compared to these boring trifles, I, your junior brother, would rather chat with you, senior sister, for three days and three nights, and tell you all about those strange and wonderful monsters..."

Ming Jiayu looked up and met Zhang Ming'an's eyes. She chuckled and moved her slender wrist to Zhang Ming'an's waist once again.

"Three days and three nights? Really? Are you sure you have enough time, Junior Uncle? I've heard you have a lot of events to attend, and the sisters on the other peaks are really looking forward to seeing you."

A sharp pain shot through his lower back, but Zhang Ming'an's expression remained unchanged. He gently rubbed the woman's cheek with the most tender touch imaginable.

"Senior sister is joking. How can any of those ordinary beauties compare to your position in my heart?"

We haven't been close for many years. During my time on the battlefield between the two regions, I've missed you, my senior sister, day and night.

Let alone three days and three nights, we could talk for a month and still not find it too long...

Despite his sweet talk, Zhang Ming'an's heart sank.

Which bastard betrayed him!

Was it that old geezer, or his two senior sisters who loved watching the drama unfold, or perhaps it was the winged ones in the Celestial Master's Mansion who settled accounts while he was away?

That shouldn't be the case, right? Apart from a few who know him inside and out, the other Wingers should never have seen his real face.

To avoid being exposed, he meticulously designed more than fifty different appearances. How could those easily fooled "senior sisters and junior sisters" possibly discover it?

Someone must have been jealous of his success and betrayed him!

Damn!

He knew that if he didn't return from the battlefield between the two regions, all his secrets would be exposed, and then more than a hundred "senior sisters and junior sisters" would come knocking on his door, and the entire Celestial Master's Mansion would be in chaos!

Fortunately, Zhang Ming'an was thoughtful enough to go straight to White Tiger Peak as soon as he returned from the battlefield between the two regions.

For various reasons, Ming Jiayu, the senior sister of White Tiger Peak, knew him quite well. Although she didn't know exactly how many wings he had, she knew his scumbag nature.

After much hard work, we finally managed to extract a lot of information from this dear "senior sister".

"Knock knock knock—"

The urgent knocking broke the romantic atmosphere inside the room. The senior sister of Baihu Peak, who was leaning against Zhang Ming'an, sat up straight and pulled the blanket up over herself.

Unexpectedly, she didn't get up to open the door. Instead, she stood there with a blank expression, kicking Zhang Ming'an beside her. She looked unhappy no matter how you looked at her.

"Which junior sister came looking for you at this hour? That's impressive! You just got back last night, and she's already at my doorstep?"

The kick, which felt neither painful nor itchy, was completely insignificant to Zhang Ming'an. In his eyes, it was just his beloved Senior Sister Ming flirting with him. However, when his divine sense swept across the doorway, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

Ming Jiayu automatically interpreted this behavior as a guilty conscience, which made her furious. Her cold eyes almost blazed with fire, and she wished she could kick the scumbag junior uncle in front of her to death.

This is White Tiger Peak! Which disciple is so inconsiderate as to cause trouble on her territory? They're asking for a beating!

Until Zhang Ming'an's awkward yet polite voice rang in her ears.

"Xiao Jiayu, why don't you put your clothes on first?"

"Hmm? Not calling me 'Senior Sister' anymore? What, the junior sister outside is prettier than me, so you've already gotten tired of me and don't like me anymore?"

Zhang Ming'an's face grew increasingly embarrassed. He couldn't care less about these messy things and hurriedly found his coat, draping it over Ming Jiayu's shoulders.

As he did so, he kept muttering to himself.

"It's over, it's over..."

"What do you mean 'it's over'... I want to see which bastard from which peak dares to be so insolent in front of me, Ming Jiayu! I'll teach her a lesson about respecting her elders..."

With just one sentence, Zhang Ming'an jumped up in fright and hurriedly covered Ming Jiayu's mouth with his hand.

boom! ! !

With a loud crash, the door made of ancient wood shattered, and splinters of wood scattered everywhere, some even landing on the two people.