After Chen Changsheng died, he stayed in a state of Divine Refinement. He had already given up Qi Refinement and Essence Refinement—these were body cultivation methods he just couldn’t keep up with. Unless the next time he came back to life lasted longer, he might try them. 😔😔😔Golden Novel translates the best Chinese web novels for you!😔😔😔 He didn’t like using his valuable time for such low-reward things. Besides, he wasn’t short on Magical Power now. One lock of fine hair was enough for him to use. In the twenty-first year of Tianshun of Great Jing, on the third day of the seventh month. He looked up and saw a sword placed in the Blacksmith Shop. Then he bought the sword with a hundred taels of silver. After examining it for a long time, he put the sword into a Sword Case. “This sword should be the main one in the case.” After buying the sword, he rode a fast horse to continue his journey. Meanwhile, Niu Er from the Blacksmith Shop held two hunks of silver and smiled so widely his lips nearly split. On the seventh day of the seventh month. Tong Zhihuan came to pick up a sword. After paying the money, Niu Er gave a finished sword to Tong Zhihuan. But what Tong Zhihuan didn’t know was that the sword he held now was not the one the Great Master had wanted. Following the Great Master’s instructions, Tong Zhihuan wrapped the sword in a case and hid it in his own home. After finishing all this, Tong Zhihuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. “I wonder when the Immortal Lord will come to get it.” Tong Zhihuan muttered to himself. Thinking about that, he scolded himself for not being brave enough. Back then, he could have asked something but didn’t dare to speak up. It was really a pity. The Peach Tree in the Flowing Cloud Temple was already covered in peach blossoms. The little apprentice, Zi Su, had grown tall and graceful, sitting under the tree enjoying the blossoms. “Another fine season began…” He now had a few strands of beard on his chin, and in another year, he would reach adulthood. Chang Shan turned back and asked, “Will the Great Master come this year?” Xuan Huang shook his head. “He probably won’t.” Chang Shan sighed. “The Great Master might miss seeing such beautiful peach blossoms.” “I still want to eat peaches more,” Zi Su said. Chang Shan laughed helplessly and said, “Eat, eat, always thinking about eating.” Zi Su said, “So if Brother doesn’t want to eat them, just leave them all for me, okay?” Chang Shan shook his head. “That won’t do.” The courtyard filled with constant laughter and cheerful talk. Xuan Huang looked at his apprentices who were growing up, his heart full of happiness. Zi Su smiled but sat under the tree, lost in thought as she stared at the blossoms. Chang Shan walked over and asked, “What are you thinking?” “I’m thinking of Senior Brother Nan Xing,” Zi Su said. Follow current novels on NoveI-Fire.ɴet When Chang Shan heard that name, his heart jolted. Zi Su continued, “Since Brother thinks the peach blossoms are lovely, Senior Brother Nan Xing must have liked them too, but he can’t see them anymore.” Chang Shan sighed deeply and patted his Junior Sister on the head, saying, “Senior Brother Nan Xing can see them—he’s watching us from the sky.” Zi Su knew these words were make-believe, but she was willing to believe them for a bit of comfort. She said, “He should have seen them.” The Back Mountain of the Flowing Cloud Temple had been cleared into a small farm plot. Later, Xuan Huang found a water source up the hill and dug a channel to bring it down to the field. Now, the sprouts in the field stood neatly in rows. Xuan Huang gazed at this plot of land, feeling an indescribable satisfaction. After summer arrived, there would be food to eat, and not just that, also peaches. Now there was a well dug in front of the temple, so they no longer needed to go down the mountain to fetch water. Xuan Huang especially enjoyed this moment. To him, the rice fields, the well, and the Peach Tree were all gifts. Xuan Huang held an adulthood ceremony in the temple for the eldest apprentice, Chang Shan, and the second apprentice, Shang Lu. But he didn’t give them official names because he thought it inappropriate. As their elder, his knowledge fell short of Chang Shan’s—Chang Shan was naturally clever and had learned more truths from the Great Master. So it wasn’t proper for him to grant names. To avoid gossip, Xuan Huang gave no name to anyone, saying they would wait for the Great Master’s return the next year to decide. But who would have thought time passed so fast? The spring breeze faded, and the summer wind rose. Inside the Flowing Cloud Temple, it was a bustling mess. Chang Shan went down the mountain specially to buy some new tea. Junior Sister Zi Su started cleaning the Taoist Temple, sweeping away all the cobwebs and dust. Xuan Huang, getting older, moved a bit stiffly and only wiped the Divine Statue in the temple. After finishing all this, the master and apprentices looked at the freshly renewed temple with unspoken joy. “It looks so much cleaner,” Xuan Huang murmured. Chang Shan said, “When the Great Master sees it, he’ll probably be shocked.” “Maybe he won’t recognize it,” Shang Lu joked. Chang Shan asked again, “Master, how long until the Great Master arrives?” Xuan Huang said, “In previous years, it was on the sixteenth of the sixth month. Counting the days, it should be within these few days.” “Is the Great Master always so punctual?” Zi Su asked, puzzled. Xuan Huang nodded. “The Great Master has always been that way.” On the thirteenth day of the sixth month, during the Tianshun reign. Chen Changsheng woke up again. He stood on the Imperial Road leading to Autumn Moon Market, turning his head slightly to see rice fields stretching between the countryside. “The scenery is still the same.” Chen Changsheng gave a small laugh. He shook out his sleeves and began walking toward the Flowing Cloud Temple. Having died again for three years, he clearly felt that his Divine Sense covered a much wider area now—at least more than twice as big as last time he woke up. Chen Changsheng stood at the foot of the mountain. Looking up, he vaguely saw the Peach Tree sticking out from the Taoist Temple. Chen Changsheng smiled faintly, then stepped onto the stone stairs and headed up the hill. When he arrived at the Flowing Cloud Temple, Chen Changsheng noticed the inside and outside of the temple were much neater. He felt startled and said, “How could it be this clean?” Seeing no one inside, Chen Changsheng tapped on the door latch. A voice came from the backyard. Zi Su dashed excitedly to the courtyard, thinking it was Master or her Senior Brothers returning. But when she looked up, she saw the Great Master standing by the door. Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and said, “You’ve grown so tall.” After her shock, Zi Su quickly invited him, “Great Master, please come in and sit.” “Are you alone in the temple?” “Master and Senior Brothers went to the market—they should be back soon.” Zi Su went inside and brought out two peaches. She felt a bit flustered. Sitting down, she said, “Great Master, please eat a peach.” Chen Changsheng nodded, picking up one peach, and said, “This peach grew big enough.” Zi Su smiled. “They bear many peaches every year—we can’t eat them all.” Chen Changsheng looked at the Peach Tree: with that one hair, it could never grow poorly. “How has your Master been lately?” Asked this, Zi Su’s expression changed clearly. She said, “Master is getting old and can’t keep up like before.” Hearing that, Chen Changsheng sighed softly inside. Flowers blooming and falling was common. Xuan Huang wasn’t long-lived like his master had been after all.