"Fellow Daoist, safe travels!"1

Another cheerful voice followed. "Master Dan Chenzi, you must visit Qingcang Mountain when you have the time. We may not have celestial tea, but you'll never lack for a cup of wine!"0

The first speaker replied with a smile, "Certainly, certainly. I have always been curious about how a major sect manages its Outer Hall."0

Outside Mohe Garden, two Daoists bid farewell with cupped hands. 0

Luo Chen watched with amusement as his interlocutor, a late-stage Initiate, gradually disappeared from view. That man was He Liancheng, an Elder of Qingcang Mountain's Lower Court. This so-called Lower Court was essentially the Outer Hall of Green Pill Valley. Of course, his visit here had not been without purpose.0

Back in Mohe Garden, Luo Chen sat down in the pavilion and retrieved the item He Liancheng had brought him. It was an enchanted treasure flying sword named Autumnwater.0

The sword, though technically low grade among enchanted treasures, radiated quality the moment spirit power flowed into it. A gleaming blue sheen rippled along its surface, and more importantly, it carried a third-tier spell—Raging Tides and Furious Waves. When spirit power was infused into it along with the corresponding incantations, it could release one devastating surge after another.0

A satisfied thought stirred in Luo Chen's mind as he tested its weight. Now this is what a true enchanted treasure should be. 0

The contrast between it and his Mystic Flame Sword could not have been greater. That inferior sword lacked even the most basic supplementary spells. He couldn't help but think bitterly of Huo Hu, the miserly merchant who had sold it, trying to lend prestige to the Huo family auction while unwilling to part with anything of real value. Even so, Wang Haichao had paid the full price for it without a second thought.0

Luo Chen casually swung Autumnwater a few times,...0