606: Pay for tea

Waving his hand to turn the torrent into ice, the Mountain Lord is indeed unfathomable.

The three of them rejoiced and quickly came behind the figure standing with his hands behind his back, bowing in salute.

"Haha~"

"Well done."

Zhou Jiajun, still dressed in men's clothing, turned around with her hands behind her back and nodded to the three of them with a look of appreciation.

"The Mountain Lord overpraises us."

"Haha..."

The three of them exchanged glances, scratched the back of their heads, feeling a bit at a loss.

Ever since the Mountain Lord arrived at Little Monarch Mountain ten years ago and established her Dao lineage, taking in more than ten Disciples from nearby towns, she had been approachable but rarely praised them.

"However, your strength is too weak. If you try to save people, you might endanger your own lives instead."

"After returning to the mountain, you must go into seclusion for arduous cultivation and not slack off."

But before the three of them could rejoice for long, Zhou Jiajun's expression darkened, an inherent aura of power emanated from her, and her tone became stern.

The three of them trembled.

Their joy turned to worry. They had finally managed to get permission to train down the mountain, but they didn't expect to be recalled so soon.

"Alas..."

The three sighed bitterly.

Ignoring the mournful expressions of the three, Zhou Jiajun flicked her sleeve, and the frozen expanse of ice behind her shattered with a crash, falling to the ground.

Another spiritual talisman flew out from her hand, soaring into the continuous dark clouds high above.

Buzz~

Within the spiritual talisman, an invisible force of wind and rain diffused.

The power of the spiritual talisman penetrated the dark clouds, dispelling the gathered clouds.

The rain gradually lessened.

After all this was done, and the spiritual talisman returned to her palm, Zhou Jiajun took a step forward, and ice flowers condensed in the air.

"Settle the townspeople, then return to the mountain to cultivate."

Leaving these words, Zhou Jiajun, stepping on ice flowers, vanished from the three's sight.

Only three figures remained, both surprised and delighted.

"Senior Brother, has the torrent been resolved?"

At this moment, a figure came from the town, it was the Cultivator named Xiao Xuan.

"Indeed, the Mountain Lord has arrived."

"Ah!"

"The Mountain Lord has arrived..."

The Cultivator named Xiao Xuan stammered, as the Mountain Lord was the one he feared most.

"The Mountain Lord also said that you, Xiao Xuan, are the weakest in cultivation, and told you to immediately return to the mountain for arduous cultivation."

The leading Young Cultivator said solemnly.

"This..."

"Senior Brother, what about you guys?"

"We will naturally remain here to comfort the townspeople."

In Mingyuan Town.

The returning townspeople looked at the three figures radiating spiritual light with grateful expressions.

"Father, those are Immortals."

"Yes, those are true Immortals..."

The elder father's eyes held endless vicissitudes and emotion. When he was young, Immortals were not like the Immortals of today... On the spiritual peak a hundred miles from Mingyuan Town.

A stream of light arrived from outside, revealing Zhou Jiajun's figure as she landed on the spiritual peak.

"Mountain Lord."

"A guest has arrived, and this Disciple has arranged for him in the reception hall."

Seeing Zhou Jiajun's figure, a young, beautiful Young Female Cultivator came before Zhou Jiajun, with a hint of reverence and admiration deep in her eyes, bowing in salute and reporting to Zhou Jiajun.

"I understand."

Zhou Jiajun nodded slightly.

The Young Female Cultivator retreated. Watching her departing figure, Zhou Jiajun shook her head.

Then her figure flickered, and she arrived at the reception hall of Little Monarch Mountain.

"Big Sister... Big Brother!"

In the reception hall, seeing the figure entering from outside the hall, a slightly plump Young Cultivator jumped up and greeted Zhou Jiajun.

"Jiayong, why are you here?"

Zhou Jiajun glanced at Zhou Jiayong, who had come to her side with a somewhat fawning smile, and walked into the hall with a calm expression, sitting on the main seat.

"Hehe, Big Brother, isn't Little Brother missing you..."

Zhou Jiayong chuckled. After Zhou Jiajun sat down, he scurried over to Zhou Jiajun's side, squatted down, and gently tapped Zhou Jiajun's leg with his plump hands lightly clenched into fists.

"No good deed goes unpunished. You're either plotting something or stealing something."

Zhou Jiajun let out a soft snort and casually pushed Zhou Jiayong's plump body aside.

"Hehe, well, Big Brother is indeed brilliant."

Zhou Jiayong didn't mind at all, but every time he called her Big Brother, he would grumble inwardly. His Big Sister was good in every way, except for this peculiar habit; she had appeared in men's clothing since childhood.

She also didn't allow them to call her 'Sister,' only 'Brother.'

Outsiders truly didn't know that Young Master Jun, famous in the younger generation of the Chaotic Sea, was actually Fairy Jiajun.

Zhou Jiayong complained inwardly, then scurried to sit on Zhou Jiajun's other side.

"Big Brother, there's a big matter."

"Oh?"

Zhou Jiajun was noncommittal. She knew Zhou Jiayong's habit: making something out of nothing, and making a big deal out of a small one.

"There's a rumor that at the Tingying Assembly a year from now, Fairy Gui Yi of the Dongxuan Dao Court will make an appearance."

"Big Brother, um, when you go then, can you take me with you?"

Zhou Jiayong's eyes lit up, then he chuckled awkwardly.

The current Tingying Assembly had already become a grand event for the younger generation to make friends, discuss the Dao, and engage in combat.

Its reputation had already spread across several surrounding realms.

However, not just anyone could enter the Tingying Assembly.

That's why he had set his sights on Zhou Jiajun.

After all, Fairy Gui Yi was a Heavenly Venerable's Disciple.

She would actually appear in this Eastern Desolate Borderland.

When this news spread, it attracted the attention of countless young aristocratic family Geniuses and Disciples.

If one was fortunate enough to gain the favor of Fairy Gui Yi, wouldn't their future be bright?

However, he wasn't doing it for this reason; he simply wanted to witness the grandeur of a Heavenly Venerable's Disciple and see what difference there was from their Zhou Family Disciples.

"Fairy Gui Yi, the youngest personal Disciple of Hongdao Heavenly Venerable of the Dongxuan Dao Court..."

Zhou Jiajun's eyes lit up.

Even she had not dealt with such a figure.

The Ten Great Immortal Sects were high above, but their ordinary Disciples were not in her eyes, but a Heavenly Venerable's personal Disciple was truly extraordinary.

"Jiayong..."

"How is it? How is it?"

Zhou Jiayong looked at Zhou Jiajun with excitement.

"No."

Zhou Jiajun slowly uttered two words.

"Big Brother, I crossed two realms to bring you this news, and you, you treat me like this..."

Zhou Jiayong's face fell, tears in his eyes, looking as if he had suffered a deep emotional blow.

"If you want to go, rely on your own abilities."

Zhou Jiajun was unmoved, glaring at Zhou Jiayong. He clearly had good strength and talent, yet he preferred to hide his abilities, staying behind others and letting them take the lead.

It was truly... a bit of a headache.

"Remember to pay for the tea."

Zhou Jiajun left without looking back, leaving behind the stunned Zhou Jiayong, who stared in disbelief at the ordinary tea in front of him, which he hadn't even touched.

"Big Sister, you're such a scammer!"

Zhou Jiayong wailed inwardly... Meanwhile.

In the Chaofeng Ancient Realm, Eastern Desolate Borderland, Xuanyun Realm, below Xuan Dao Peak, a figure completely shrouded in a black robe stopped, looked up at the clouds, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.