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After this, he went into secluded cultivation.

He chanted scriptures and understood the Tao every day.

After more than ten noisy years, Zhou Yi once again regained peace.

The path of cultivation requires both tension and relaxation, balancing them on one\'s own to avoid either monotony or laziness.

Zhou Yi sometimes envied the Spirit Ginseng baby for its simplicity, it never knew the concept of worry and could be considered the purest Heart of a Newborn in cultivation.

The Spirit Ginseng baby was circling around the Jian tree, murmuring words, with a bright red tail following behind.

The Jian tree had already been accelerated to grow three zhang tall, and Spirit Ginseng baby, craning its neck, could not see the top, lamenting that it grew straight up without any signs of budding or branching.

"The Spiritual Energy is a few degrees denser than before, with this rate, there\'s no need for a millennium to breakthrough to the middle phase."

In the blink of an eye, several years passed.

On this day.

The sky was clear and bright.

Zhou Yi ended his cultivation, feeling somewhat frustrated in his heart, so he didn\'t ponder over the Taoist scriptures but transformed into a streak of light flying to the edge of Greenwave Pond.

He took out a fishing rod from his storage bag and began to fish leisurely.

The weather in the mountains was unpredictable, and in the blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the sky, a gust of wind blew by, and a drizzle began to fall gently.

Zhou Yi sat by the lake, admiring the vast and misty water.

Wind and water are indeed exquisite symbols!

At this moment.

"Raise the sail... hang the colors... let the wind and water carry us..."

A rugged song came through the mist, and a figure was seen, propelling a boat from afar.

The voice was piercing and compelling, resounding with a long and powerful breath.

Zhou Yi helplessly watched as the fish were frightened away, his eyes twinkling with a sharp light as he observed the person on the boat; it was an old man with white hair, wearing only short clothes in the storm, his muscular bronze limbs exposed.

As the old man approached the lakeshore, he struck the water with his punt pole, leaping into the air and landing steadily beside Zhou Yi.

"Old man Jin Jing, greets the Daoist Friend."

Zhou Yi wore a green Taoist robe, a model from hundreds of years ago that looked antiquated to others, untouched by wind and rain, a sure sign of a Daoist high master with great Inner Strength.

"I am Zhu Gang, temporarily residing on this land; I hope Elder Jin can grant me permission."

Zhou Yi had heard of Jin Jing\'s name before, the great elder of Moyun City, ennobled by the Qing Kingdom as the King of the Southern Province.

The Jin surname was the number one surname in Moyun City, wielding great power generation after generation, yet unexpectedly, the venerable great elder dressed like a poor fisherman.

"These vast mountains don\'t belong to anyone, Daoist Zhu doesn\'t need to discuss it with this old man."

Jin Jing squatted by the shore, looked towards the fishing hook in the water, with a grain of rice on its tip, and laughed, "I\'ve been fishing for a lifetime, and I\'ve never seen a straight hook. Could it be Daoist Zhu is imitating some ancient sage?"

"I am creating good karma, waiting for the fish to come and repay the favor."

As Zhou Yi spoke, the fish that Jin Jing had just scared away couldn\'t resist the temptation of the Spirit Rice and returned.

It opened its mouth to swallow the Spirit Rice and with a flick of its tail, disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Yi flicked his finger, threading another grain of Spirit Rice on the hook, and in no time, another fish swam over, swallowed the bait, and vanished.

Jin Jing found it interesting and squatted by the lake to watch him fish, casually asking, "Daoist Zhu, why do you come to these wild mountains to cultivate?"

Zhou Yi replied, "I fancy ancient items and learned from the classics that there was once a dragon palace here, so I came in search of traces of a real dragon."

Jin Jing raised an eyebrow and hummed, "No real dragons here, only plenty of demons and ghosts."

The people of Moyun City, being oppressed by demon kind, recorded much about this in the ancient books, having no affection for the dragon clan of Greenwave Pond.

Zhou Yi countered, "Why did Elder Jin come to these wild mountains to fish?"

"What\'s so strange about that? It\'s what this old man has learned since childhood."

Jin Jing said helplessly, "Since my cousin ascended the throne, Moyun City has become increasingly prosperous. Everyone\'s learning about silk, chess, tea ceremonies, and the Classics. This old man only enjoys farming and hunting. There\'s no reason to stop them, so I might as well hide in the mountains."

Zhou Yi asked, "Does Elder Jin Changlao think this is bad?"

"Neither good nor bad; we can\'t force everyone to suffer."

Jin Jing sighed, "It\'s just that Moyun City\'s independence in the world relied on the entire population practicing martial arts. Once immersed in luxury, who would have the heart to hone their Qi-Blood!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, no wonder this old man was able to condense his Qi-Blood; being naturally gifted was just one aspect. Jin Jing inherently disliked the earthly world, which coincided with the mystical principles of cultivation and was also an important reason for his progress.

"The Qing Kingdom\'s might shakes the Cloud Continent; with Emperor Tai Shi as a relation, no one dares to provoke Moyun City."

"This old man hasn\'t read much and doesn\'t understand those convoluted matters. Usually, when I hear the storytelling master talk about history, I just feel it\'s better to rely on oneself than on others."

Jin Jing spoke helplessly, "Moreover, my cousin has become somewhat... unclear-minded in recent years!"

Zhou Yi nodded understandingly and added more Spirit Rice to the fishhook.

"Yes, unclear-minded."