“I’m heading out. I’ll be back later.” Tong Zhihuan nodded and replied, “Will you be back for dinner tonight, Mr. Chen?” Chen Changsheng said this and walked out of the Taoist Temple. The door of the Taoist Temple closed once more. Tong Zhihuan glanced at Tao’er beside him. Tao’er shook her head; she also didn’t know where their master was going. After leaving the mountain, Chen Changsheng went straight to Autumn Moon Market. He looked around. Shortly after, two Patroling Wanderers approached him. The Patroling Wanderers clasped their hands respectfully. “The Day Patrol of Autumn Moon Market greets Mr. Chen!” “Is the Old City God here?” Chen Changsheng asked. 😁😁😁Golden Novel translates the best Chinese web novels for you!😁😁😁 Guided by the two Patroling Wanderers, Chen Changsheng arrived at a side hall in the City God Temple. The door to the side hall closed. The Old City God appeared before him, clasping his hands. “Forgive me for not being ready to welcome you. I didn’t know you were coming.” After exchanging pleasantries, the Old City God invited Chen Changsheng to sit. Chen Changsheng got straight to the point. “I wish to inquire about someone.” The Old City God nodded. “Please ask away, Mr. Chen. If it concerns anyone from Autumn Moon Market, I should know them.” Chen Changsheng said, “This person is named Zhao Yuqing. He lived here in Autumn Moon Market nine hundred years ago.” “Nine hundred years ago?” The Old City God was stunned. Nine hundred years ago, he wasn’t even the City God yet. The Old City God stroked his white beard. “I’m afraid I’ll need some time to search.” “No problem. Please proceed.” Chen Changsheng said, “That might not be his real name, but I believe he did have the surname Zhao. You could search for families named Zhao nine hundred years ago.” The Old City God nodded in agreement, then called out, “Where is the Judge of the Underworld?” Suddenly, a thick white mist rose. The Judge of the Underworld, dressed in deep purple-black robes, appeared before the hall. “I greet the City God and Mr. Chen.” The Old City God asked, “Nine hundred years ago, were there any families named Zhao in Autumn Moon Market?” The Judge paused in thought. “My Lord City God, going back nine hundred years… I’m afraid it will take some careful searching.” “Find it. Immediately.” The Judge wasted no time. He began searching immediately. Dıscover more novels at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵 He summoned several Netherworld Enforcers to help flip through the household scrolls. None were very knowledgeable about people from nine hundred years ago; they weren’t even in office then. Luckily, records existed. It just took a lot of time. The Netherworld Enforcers pulled out hundreds of books. After more than an hour of searching, they finally found the Zhao family from over nine hundred years ago. “My Lord, there was only one family named Zhao nine hundred years ago!” reported the Judge. “The Zhao household had only a father and son. The father was named Zhao Qianyun, and the son was named Zhao Shiqi. They came from Shangjing originally. They arrived in Autumn Moon Market in July of the Jingquan era’s sixth year and lived here ever since. Zhao Qianyun never married; he died in August of the Jingquan era’s eleventh year. After his death, his son Zhao Shiqi left Autumn Moon Market. We do not know where he went.” The City God turned to Chen Changsheng. “Is this the person you seek?” Chen Changsheng replied, “That should be him.” “Does the judgment record have any details related to Zhao Qianyun?” asked the City God. The Judge confirmed, “Reporting to my Lord, yes, it does. It states he had neither merits nor faults. His judgment was neutral. He entered reincarnation long ago.” Chen Changsheng said, “Thank you for your effort.” The Judge bowed his head humbly. “You’re too polite, Mr. Chen.” Afterwards, the Old City God dismissed them. The Old City God asked, “So this Zhao Shiqi… he is the Zhao Yuqing you seek?” Chen Changsheng confirmed, “Indeed, it is him. After leaving Autumn Moon Market, he went off seeking immortality through cultivation. He is still around today.” The Old City God was surprised. “Autumn Moon Market actually produced a cultivator?” Chen Changsheng smiled wryly. “It took me half an hour using the Art of Divination just to calculate that he once resided in Autumn Moon Market. I couldn’t even determine his original name.” “Even Mr. Chen couldn’t uncover all the details…” murmured the Old City God thoughtfully. “This person must have astonishing skill.” He continued, “So… has he offended you? Or…?” Chen Changsheng shook his head. “No, nothing like that. He might be connected to a certain matter, but we have no conflict.” The Old City God almost offered Chen Changsheng some tea, but Chen Changsheng excused himself politely and soon left the City God Temple. The Old City God saw him out. After Chen Changsheng departed, the City God himself took another look at the record concerning Zhao Shiqi. He truly hadn’t expected such a highly skilled cultivator to have emerged from this very town. After leaving, Chen Changsheng found himself pondering this Zhao Yuqing. Since he mastered the Art of Divination, encountering a case was a first. Instinct told him Zhao Yuqing wasn’t exactly a friendly person. He might be a figure of great power. Moreover, that sword hanging beneath the bridge might have been deliberately placed there by him. He might have foreseen hundreds of years ago that the Black Flood Dragon would attempt to pass that way. Chen Changsheng puzzled over why Zhao Yuqing wanted to block that underwater route. Chen Changsheng went beneath the West Bridge. He looked up at the sword suspended beneath it. It looked utterly ordinary. Nothing seemed special about it. It didn’t resemble an Immortal Sword at all. Chen Changsheng frowned slightly; that sword felt truly odd. Just then, a figure appeared nearby. Chen Changsheng turned around and saw the newcomer. The Old Dragon King spoke, “Seems Moyuan did go to plead with you, Mr. Chen.” Chen Changsheng looked at the Dragon Lord. “I have a question. Why did you tell Moyuan to ask me? Couldn’t someone else have done it?” The Old Dragon King replied, “I simply thought Zhao Yuqing might show you the courtesy, Mr. Chen. I didn’t say no one else could.” Chen Changsheng asked, “Who is this Zhao Yuqing? Even you seem unwilling to cross him.” “About him…” the Old Dragon King began. “Lord of Cloud Floating Mountain, Zhao Yuqing. Like you, Mr. Chen, he is a Rogue Cultivator. Three hundred years ago, a conflict broke out between the Demon Race from Chihei Island and the cultivators from Qinle Palace. The ruckus was so loud it disturbed Zhao Yuqing, who happened to be practicing Alchemy on Yunfu Mountain. Guess what happened next, Mr. Chen?” Chen Changsheng remained silent, waiting for him to continue. The Old Dragon King really liked to build suspense. “The result was that seventy percent of the Demonic creatures on Chihei Island perished. Forty percent of the Qinle Palace cultivators died. They were forced to abandon their home. Zhao Yuqing alone slaughtered members of these two once-formidable powers in the Cultivation World until it was pure chaos. Now, you can barely hear the names Chihei Island and Qinle Palace mentioned anywhere.” “After that, some people started calling Zhao Yuqing a Demon Cultivator. When that gossip reached his ears, he personally killed those loose-tongued cultivators that very day.” “Since then, no one has dared to provoke Zhao Yuqing. And for hundreds of miles around Yunfu Mountain, people still avoid setting foot.” Chen Changsheng was silent for a beat, finding it somewhat hard to believe. “A truly unusual man,” Chen Changsheng remarked thoughtfully. He glanced at the Old Dragon King. “But Dragon Lord, you may overestimate me. Why would such a person show me any face?” The Old Dragon King chuckled lightly. “One can never be too sure.”