Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Celestial Master’s Mansion
Chapter 250: The best fortune of Shangqing Leifu Cave Heaven

"Uncle."

Beside the elder, a woman handed over a scroll.

"Yujing, you’ve worked hard," said Ye Moquan, the old patriarch of the Ye Clan of Jinzhou, as he took the book from her hands.

The woman was Lin Huan, the current head of the Lin Clan of Youzhou.

Dressed in elegant court attire, she exuded grace and refinement, her beauty ethereal and distinguished. However, her complexion was pallid, her face devoid of the healthy glow of blood, leaving her looking unnaturally pale.

Lin Huan gently shook her head. "There's little I can do at the moment—this is merely my small contribution."

Ye Moquan unrolled the scroll. "You've already helped me immensely. Now, focus on your recovery. The task of reviving Youzhou’s literary lineage can be entrusted to Elder Jingyang and the others."

Lin Huan remained silent, gazing upon the ongoing reconstruction of the Lin Clan’s ancestral grounds.

Compared to Jiangzhou, Youzhou had suffered far less damage, and the Northern Lin Clan had always been more deeply rooted than their Southern counterparts.

Though their ancestral home had been ravaged, their casualties were nowhere near as catastrophic as those suffered by the Lin Clan of Jiangzhou, who had been nearly wiped out.

Several Eighth Heaven Grand Scholars still remained in Youzhou. They could gather the clan’s remaining forces and reestablish their literary lineage, allowing Lin Huan to focus on healing.

Yet the shadow of this disaster hung over every member of the Youzhou Lin Clan, a constant weight pressing down upon them.

And Lin Huan's injuries…

Ye Moquan recalled them and shook his head slightly.

At any other time, the Ye Clan of Jinzhou might not have welcomed the rise of a young Ninth Heaven Grand Scholar from the Lin Clan of Youzhou.

But now, with the Tang Imperial Clan tightening its grip, the Empress’s policies were clearly aimed at severing the roots of the great noble families. The Four Great Surnames and Six Prominent Clans had no choice but to stand together.

That was why Ye Moquan had traveled thousands of miles to support Youzhou.

Unfortunately, Lin Huan had been gravely wounded by Xu Yuanzhen, and her path forward was now nearly cut off.

Still, Lin Huan quickly steadied herself.

While leading her clan in rebuilding their ancestral home and restoring their literary lineage, she also meticulously compiled an analysis of the attack. She studied the barbaric and ferocious martial intent of their assailants, attempting to discern its underlying essence.

She condensed her findings into a book, which she now handed to Ye Moquan for further study.

The Displaced Southern Lin Clan

"And what of the Jiangzhou survivors?" Lin Huan finally asked.

Ye Moquan replied, "They have moved north into Huai Prefecture, heading beyond Lake Tai and the Great Marshes, searching for a new home. But as of now, they have yet to make a decision."

The Lin Clan of Jiangzhou had lost their ancestral grounds, and their heirloom treasure, the Dragon-Serpent Brush, had been destroyed. Only a small fraction of their members had managed to escape.

Now, the remaining Upper Three Heavens cultivators of the Southern Lin Clan numbered only four. Among them, Lin Yuwei, an Eighth Heaven Grand Scholar, was the strongest. The other three were originally from the Jiangzhou branch families.

At this point, the Southern Lin Clan had little room for internal distinctions. Their only choice was to band together for survival.

At least in the short term.

However, they had no interest in migrating north to Youzhou to seek unity with the Northern Lin Clan.

Since that was the case, they had no choice but to find a new land to settle and rebuild their lineage.

Throughout history, noble families had faced similar trials—many had lost their ancestral homes, only to reestablish themselves elsewhere.

But the challenge was far greater now.

With limited top-tier cultivators and the loss of the Dragon-Serpent Brush, reestablishing a literary lineage would be far more difficult than the Youzhou Lin Clan’s current rebuilding efforts.

It was the kind of endeavor that would take multiple generations to bear fruit.

Moreover, Lin Yuwei and the others were still wandering, lacking a secure foothold.

Finding a suitable new home was no easy task.

From the Tang Imperial Court down to the various regional factions, there were countless obstacles in their path.

The lands north of Lake Tai and the Great Marshes served as a buffer zone between the Ye Clan of Qingzhou and the Chu Clan of Suzhou. While no single power dominated the area outright, it remained politically and strategically complex.

For now, the Ye Clan and Chu Clan had extended covert support, allowing the Southern Lin Clan to gather there.

But their future was still uncertain.

Their fate would only begin to take shape after the summer—after the duel between Ye Moquan and Xu Yuanzhen.

On the surface, the battle was a clash between a Ninth Heaven Grand Scholar and a Ninth Heaven Daoist Sage.

Behind the scenes, however, the Tang Imperial Court and numerous other factions would be deeply involved.

The outcome would shape the future direction of the Tang Dynasty.

Lin Huan held no objections to Lin Yuwei and the others remaining independent. The Youzhou Lin Clan had no intention of forcing the Southern Lin Clan’s remnants into submission.

"So long as they do not follow the path of the Xiao Clan of Longxi," she said.

That was the bottom line.

The Ye Clan of Qingzhou and the Chu Clan of Suzhou shared the same stance.

They had allowed the Southern Lin Clan to regroup in the north, but if Lin Yuwei and his faction showed any inclination to align with the Tang Imperial Court, it would only make it easier for the Ye Clan and Chu Clan to act—moving north and south in unison to eliminate them.

The Growing Power of the Imperial Academy

"For now, there are no signs of that happening," Ye Moquan said quietly. "But some things are already inevitable..."

Lin Huan understood his unspoken meaning and nodded silently.

The Southern Lin Clan’s vast archives, built over generations, had been shattered.

If those records had simply been lost, that would have been regrettable—but acceptable.

The greater concern was that portions of the Lin Clan’s classical texts had likely fallen into the hands of the Tang Imperial Court.

With the Empress’s Imperial Academy expanding its collections, integrating the knowledge of both the Xiao and Lin Clans, the balance of power was shifting.

In some ways, this was worse than if the texts had been burned in a fire.

With both the Northern and Southern Lin Clans crippled, the Empress and Xu Yuanzhen had now turned their sights toward the Ye Clan of Jinzhou.

The Four Great Surnames and Six Prominent Clans could no longer act as freely as before.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Academy was thriving.

Having already gained momentum, this year marked a period of unprecedented growth.

"The students there are becoming more and more diverse," Ye Moquan remarked.

Lin Huan frowned. "It’s only been six or seven years…"

Ye Moquan was not particularly concerned about the emergence of a few extraordinary prodigies.

When the Empress had first established the Imperial Academy, she had invested significant resources, so it was no surprise that a few gifted students had emerged.

What worried Ye Moquan was that an increasing number of students were enrolling voluntarily.

Their backgrounds were growing more diverse—not only from the capital’s commoners but also from mid-tier noble families and even officials' children.

The situation was not yet critical.

But given enough time, this could erode the foundations of the Grand Academy and even the power of the great noble clans.

And if the Ye Clan of Jinzhou fell this summer…

The Empress would have even fewer obstacles standing in her way.

If the Imperial Academy began expanding outside the capital…

"The surge of spiritual energy…’" Ye Moquan sighed deeply. "…brings fortune and calamity alike."

Ye Moquan responded to Lin Huan’s question, "I have some ideas, but it's too soon to say I have a solution."

He sighed lightly. "Unfortunately, I don’t have the time to ponder it slowly."

Securing these six months had already been an incredible feat.

"Next, I’ll discuss this with a few fellow cultivators."

Ye Moquan suddenly smiled. "Perhaps we should be grateful that this Savage Martial Intent seems to be targeting another unfamiliar Confucian Daoist tradition, rather than directly aiming at us. This gives us some room to maneuver. Otherwise, with such little time, all I could do would be to stretch out my neck and wait for execution."

Lin Huan pondered. "There have been some recent rumors in the capital regarding that unfamiliar classic."

Ye Moquan nodded. "We’ll look into it later."

His gaze turned south. "Although they walk a different path, we must acknowledge that Xu Yuanzhen’s unexpected move completely caught us off guard.

"Still, we can’t afford to let that blind us to her and Tianshi Mansion’s other tactics."

Even if they successfully deciphered this bizarre Martial Intent, at best, they would only barely erase their previous disadvantage.

Ye Moquan had secured six months for himself.

But it was obvious that Xu Yuanzhen wouldn’t be idle during these six months either.

"Tianshi Sword… Dragon-Tiger Strike…" Lin Huan murmured. "Perhaps even other new methods."

If Tang Xiaotang lent the Tianshi Sword to Xu Yuanzhen, then Xu Yuanzhen—who had already mastered Nine Abyss True Flame—might use the Tianshi Sword to summon the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and attempt to wield the Dragon-Tiger Strike.

Though the connection between sword and wielder wouldn’t be as seamless as if she were the rightful heir, leaving potential weaknesses, the Dragon-Tiger Strike was still a divine ability far stronger than the Yin Fire Tiger.

Moreover, Xu Yuanzhen’s strength was already extraordinary, a fact Lin Huan had recently experienced firsthand.

She had seen Xu Yuanzhen use familiar Talismanic Daoist techniques, ones she recognized, understood, and had studied deeply—and yet, when facing them in battle, she found them completely different from what she expected.

The subtle yet profound variations far exceeded Lin Huan’s expectations.

She even suspected that even other disciples of Tianshi Mansion would be caught off guard if they sparred against Xu Yuanzhen.

"I also underestimated her in the past," Ye Moquan admitted. "Tang Xiaotang and the others still require further observation, but Xu Yuanzhen has already proven herself to be a genius on par with the current Emperor."

Lin Huan sighed.

Ye Moquan, after a brief pause, continued, "Actually, more than Tang Xiaotang lending the Tianshi Sword to Xu Yuanzhen, what concerns me more is something else..."

Lin Huan turned to him. "Uncle Ye, you mean Lin Chengming’s strange death?"

Ye Moquan nodded slightly.

To this day, the Battle of Jiangzhou still contained unresolved mysteries.

Lin Chou had been clearly and undeniably trapped by the Scholar’s Shackles, and many had witnessed it—so there was no doubt or debate about his downfall.

But Lin Che, the Jiangzhou Lin Clan Patriarch, who was far stronger and wielded the Dragon-Serpent Brush, had died under highly suspicious circumstances.

Theoretically, even though Lin Che had been injured due to his ancestral land’s Qi disruption, and was weakened against Tang Xiaotang, who wielded the Tianshi Sword, he should have been able to escape if he focused solely on fleeing.

The more likely outcomes should have been either:

1. Lin Che died, but managed to send the Dragon-Serpent Brush away.
2. The Dragon-Serpent Brush was destroyed, but Lin Che himself escaped.

Yet, both he and the artifact perished in the Great River, which shocked many observers.

If there had been a second Scholar’s Shackles, it should have trapped both Lin Che and Lin Chou simultaneously.

Given the ongoing turbulence in the Lin Clan’s ancestral land, Lin Che should have gradually recovered some of his strength the further he fled.

"There must have been another force assisting Tianshi Mansion, or perhaps the Mansion still holds a hidden trump card."

Ye Moquan spoke softly. "I had my suspicions earlier, back when Li Wai’s battle drew the Tianshi Sword back to Mount Longhu, ultimately falling into Tang Xiaotang’s hands.

"But why, in that same battle, did the Tianshi Seal—which is also self-aware and had been missing for years—not appear at all?"

Lin Huan frowned. "Uncle Ye, are you suggesting that the Tianshi Seal has already returned to Mount Longhu?"

Ye Moquan: "If the Tianshi Seal had already returned at that time and was in the hands of Tianshi Mansion, then they shouldn’t have lost the Tianshi Robe right before their eyes.

"At the time, I suspected that the Tianshi Seal had a new master, but that master wasn’t from Mount Longhu.

"But now, after the Battle of Jiangzhou, if Tang Xiaotang held both the Tianshi Sword and the Tianshi Seal, then Lin Chengming’s death wouldn’t have been unjust. That possibility forces me to reconsider my original suspicions."

"Not impossible," Lin Huan mused. "But if I had to choose, I’d rather it be Tang Xiaotang reclaiming the Tianshi Seal."

"Comparatively, I’m more concerned about who is secretly aiding Tianshi Mansion and where they come from."

After all, no one had witnessed the Tianshi Seal’s return.

But the strange long-range attacks, which had systematically assassinated Jiangzhou Lin Clan’s Upper Three Heaven elders, had been seen by many.

Unfortunately, the chaos of battle had caused panic and disarray, leaving no one able to identify the true assailant.

Ye Moquan sighed. "Indeed. I don’t want it to be true either."

Lin Huan: "The information from the capital and other locations indicates that this mysterious attacker isn’t from our Confucian Divine Archery lineage.

"Judging from the method, it resembles external Daoist Alchemy flying swords or other magical artifacts.

"But… neither Jingxiang nor Bashu’s intelligence reports suggest that this was Shushan Sect’s work."

Ye Moquan’s gaze shifted southwest—toward Bashu.

He was silent for a long moment before he finally spoke.

"Bashu… not necessarily…"

Lin Huan was surprised but remained calm, waiting for Ye Moquan to continue.

After another pause, Ye Moquan finally said, "It is very likely that this was the work of an Upper Three Heaven cultivator from the Daoist Alchemy lineage…"

Lin Huan caught the implication. "Uncle Ye, are you saying there is a Daoist Alchemy expert outside of Shushan Sect?"

"A cultivator from the Daoist Alchemy tradition, but whether they are from Shushan or outside of Shushan, remains to be determined," the elder replied.

Lin Huan suddenly recalled something. "…The Shushan Sect civil war from years ago?!"

Ye Moquan nodded slowly. "For years, I’ve only heard rumors, difficult to confirm. But perhaps that Shushan Sect conflict wasn’t as simple as we believed.

"And now… it seems there’s more to it than we expected."

In that Shushan Sect civil war, some individuals might have faked their deaths and gone into hiding.

"Of course, many truly perished in that conflict," Ye Moquan added. "But how deep this mystery runs, only those involved know."

"And judging by the Battle of Jiangzhou, this goes far beyond our initial expectations…"

He quickly steadied his mind, and this time, three fortune slips emerged from the light sphere:

1. [Supreme Good Omen] – On the night of May 15th, at midnight, within Shangqing Thunder Altar Grotto-Heaven on Biyou Immortal Mountain, there will be an opportunity to obtain a Third-Grade Opportunity. Currently, there is no risk. If handled properly, there will be no future repercussions—Great Luck!
2. [Upper-Moderate Omen] – If you descend the mountain and travel to the capital, you will have an opportunity to obtain a Fifth-Grade Opportunity. Currently, there is no risk, but there may be karmic entanglements in the future. Proceed with caution—Good Luck.
3. [Moderate Omen] – If you do not descend the mountain to the capital and do not enter Shangqing Thunder Altar Grotto-Heaven in the near future, you will neither gain nor lose anything. No karmic entanglements—Neutral.

Not bad, not bad! Finally, another Supreme Good Omen…

Lei Jun was quite satisfied.

However, the Supreme Good Omen did not align with Xu Yuanzhen’s invitation.

It seemed that the trip to the capital corresponded to the Upper-Moderate Omen instead.

The Upper-Moderate Omen’s prediction did not seem to indicate any immediate danger. At least for now, there was no risk.

But the potential karmic entanglements mentioned in the fortune slip were unclear.

Lei Jun suddenly recalled that back at Great Black Mountain, when he entered the void portal and arrived in that foreign realm, his fortune slip at the time had also been an Upper-Moderate Omen—which had likewise suggested possible hidden dangers or karmic ties that would require caution in the future.

Could this new Upper-Moderate Omen be referring to the same hidden dangers?

Thoughts raced through Lei Jun’s mind, but he did not hesitate for long.

Between his Eldest Senior Sister and a Supreme Good Omen—he chose the latter.

“I’m at a critical stage in refining my treasure, so I can’t leave just yet,” Lei Jun politely declined Xu Yuanzhen’s invitation. “I wish you a smooth journey, Senior Sister.”

Xu Yuanzhen was unfazed and waved casually. “One less person is better anyway. I’ll head to the capital first and check out that Imperial Academy you all keep mentioning.”

Compared to other affairs in the capital, she was more curious about what exactly the Empress was trying to accomplish with this academy.

As Lei Jun watched her leave, his curiosity shifted—what exactly was she going to forge with the Xuanwu Heavy Iron?

“Well then, since I’ve chosen the Supreme Good Omen, I should make another trip to Shangqing Thunder Altar Grotto-Heaven.”

After informing Master Yuan Mobai and making arrangements for his first disciple, Lei Jun reentered Shangqing Thunder Altar Grotto-Heaven.

As usual, he arrived at the summit of Biyou Immortal Mountain and took out his Shangqing Jade Celestial Bamboo.

The bamboo, now shimmering with purple-gold radiance, had grown to six segments in length.

Lei Jun resumed refining his treasure, causing the six-segmented bamboo to continuously extend into the thunderclouds above before retracting to its original length—over and over in a repeating cycle.

“You’ve got something interesting here.”

A few days later, Tang Xiaotang, who had been missing for some time, wandered into Shangqing Thunder Altar Grotto-Heaven, making her way to Biyou Immortal Mountain.

Lei Jun, still refining his Jade Celestial Bamboo, did not pause his work. After exchanging greetings, he casually replied, “Just something I’ve been experimenting with.”

Tang Xiaotang grinned and sat cross-legged on the mountaintop. “I still prefer experimenting on myself.”

Lei Jun looked at her for a moment before asking, “Senior Sister, have you advanced again?”

Tang Xiaotang smirked. “Of course! You think I’d struggle with something like this?”

Lei Jun congratulated her, “Congratulations on reaching the Second Aspect of the Divine Court Realm in the Talismanic Daoist Branch.”

In the Talismanic Daoist Branch, the Eighth Heaven Realm was known as the Divine Court Realm, and each Daoist tradition divided the Eighth Heaven into four smaller stages.

For the Talismanic Daoist Branch, these were called the Four Aspects of the Divine Court:

1. Inner Aspect
2. Middle Aspect
3. Outer Aspect
4. Upper Aspect

When Tang Xiaotang had first broken through to the Eighth Heaven, she had achieved the Inner Aspect—where the soul and spirit merged within, forming a Divine Court, creating a miniature universe within her body.

In the Talismanic Daoist tradition, cultivation was about understanding nature, communing with heaven and earth, and ultimately merging with it.

The Four Aspects of the Divine Court represented milestones in this process, refining the Divine Court toward complete harmony with the natural world.

Reaching the Upper Aspect would mean she had laid the groundwork to break into the Ninth Heaven—the Great Ascension Realm.

Tang Xiaotang was an unparalleled genius, and though she had previously focused on perfecting her Pure Yang Thunder Ancestor Apparition and Pure Yang Flame Ancestor Apparition, she had not neglected her cultivation.

Thus, once she shifted focus to advancing her realm, it only took a period of nurturing and accumulation before she broke through—from Inner Aspect to Middle Aspect.

“I finally come out of seclusion, and Senior Sister runs off.”

After celebrating, Tang Xiaotang pouted. “Too bad I was just a few days too late—otherwise, I could have gone to the capital with them. It’s been years since I last visited.”

She shook her head and began channeling the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, drawing lightning down from the sky.

But instead of countering it with Nine Abyss True Fire, she used her own Pure Yang True Fire.

Hearing her words, Lei Jun’s heart stirred slightly.

This wasn’t the first time he had received an opportunity within Shangqing Thunder Altar Grotto-Heaven.

Based on past experiences, these occurrences were usually triggered by major events at Mount Longhu—disruptions that altered the surrounding spiritual energy, causing Shangqing Thunder Altar Grotto-Heaven to change accordingly.

But recently, there had been no external shocks to Mount Longhu or Shangqing Thunder Altar Grotto-Heaven.

If anything had changed, it was that the Tianshi Seal and Tianshi Sword had finally reunited in the grotto-heaven.

When Lei Jun and Tang Xiaotang had entered previously, the Tianshi Seal was still fused with Lei Jun’s soul, making it difficult to separate or manifest externally.

But now, the Tianshi Seal had returned to the world.

Before, only Lei Jun had carried the Tianshi Seal into Shangqing Thunder Altar Grotto-Heaven, while Tang Xiaotang had been in seclusion elsewhere with the Tianshi Sword.

Now, she had brought the Tianshi Sword into the grotto-heaven as well.

But there were still three days until May 15th…

Lei Jun contemplated for a moment, then decided to channel the Chaotic Void Nine Lights of the Tianshi Robe.

Perhaps the Supreme Good Omen revolved around bringing together the Three Treasures of the Tianshi—Seal, Sword, and Robe.

The Tianshi Robe had yet to return to Mount Longhu, but by continuously drawing in the Chaotic Void Nine Lights, he might be able to trigger a change over time.

But why midnight on May 15th?

If he waited a day—or a few days longer—would he lose the Third-Grade Opportunity?

Curious, Lei Jun began drawing the Chaotic Void Nine Lights into himself.

Across from him, Tang Xiaotang clicked her tongue in amusement.

“Well, well… You look more like you’re wearing the Tianshi Robe than I do.”

Lei Jun said calmly, “I just hope the Tianshi Robe returns soon.”

Tang Xiaotang’s eyes gleamed. “After Senior Sister is done dealing with that old fox in Jinzhou, and after we spar a bit—I’ll go hunt down the Tianshi Robe myself! It’s long overdue for the Three Treasures to be reunited at Mount Longhu!”

…You just want an excuse to go out and play, don’t you?

Lei Jun stared at her, expressionless.

After returning from the Northern Frontier, then leading the campaign to annihilate the Lin Clan’s ancestral land in Jiangzhou, it seemed that a certain Tianshi was not satisfied.

Rather than enjoying a few years of peace on Mount Longhu, Tang Xiaotang appeared even more restless, like a fierce beast that had tasted blood and was now eager for more.

Lei Jun couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated.

Fortunately, she didn’t plan to leave immediately.

After chatting with Lei Jun for a while, Tang Xiaotang eventually reined in her excitement. She sat atop Biyou Immortal Mountain, absorbing the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to refine herself, shifting her focus back to cultivation.

Lei Jun did the same.

He remained atop Biyou Immortal Mountain, carefully nurturing his newly forged treasure while continuing to channel the Chaotic Void Nine Lights.

The Tianshi Seal floated beside him, radiating brilliance. Talismanic runes shimmered into existence and faded away, circulating in an endless cycle.

However, since the Tianshi Robe itself was not physically present, Lei Jun had to continuously draw in the Chaotic Void Nine Lights, which rapidly drained his energy.

Luckily, with his Yin-Yang Sacred Physique, his energy constantly replenished itself.

Moreover, with the Heavenly Book assisting his recovery and another treasure—the Breath-Taking Flag—continuously supplying him with spiritual energy, he was able to maintain the process for an extended period without exhausting himself.

And so, time continued to pass.

By noon on May 13th, the towering bamboo before Lei Jun once again retracted to its original size.

This time, the shimmering purple-gold bamboo had stabilized at seven segments in length!

The Shangqing Jade Celestial Bamboo no longer expanded and contracted but instead gathered its purple-gold radiance inward, completely absorbing it into its body.

Standing tall atop Biyou Immortal Mountain, the bamboo swayed slightly, moving on its own despite the absence of wind. It looked ordinary on the surface, yet its essence brimmed with spiritual power.

“Not bad,” Tang Xiaotang remarked, studying the treasure from all angles. “It’s starting to take shape.”

Lei Jun smiled. “It’s just a rough prototype for now—it still needs nurturing.”

He remained in Shangqing Thunder Altar Grotto-Heaven, staying atop Biyou Immortal Mountain, meditating opposite Tang Xiaotang.

He focused on nurturing his newly crafted treasure while continuing to absorb the Chaotic Void Nine Lights.

And so, time flowed steadily forward—

Until, at last—midnight on May 15th arrived.

At that moment, Tang Xiaotang suddenly opened her eyes.

She glanced around, then fixed her gaze on the mountain below.

“Hmm?”

Lei Jun also sensed something unusual.

The rock beneath them began to tremble ever so slightly.

The vibrations were faint but persistent, as if something beneath the mountain was trying to break free.

It was slow, inching upward bit by bit—but its momentum was undeniable.

“Oh?”

Tang Xiaotang’s eyes gleamed as she lowered her gaze.

“This thing… is it being drawn in by the Tianshi Sword, or is it the combined presence of the Tianshi Seal, Tianshi Sword, and Tianshi Robe?”

Her Tianshi Sword, wreathed in flashing purple lightning and intricate talismanic patterns, flickered with power as she stared downward.

Growing impatient, she scoffed, “Ugh, it’s too slow. Just hurry up and come out already!”

Without waiting any longer, she manifested her golden flames, which took the form of a massive golden tiger.

With a mighty swipe, the tiger plunged its claws into the mountain’s surface!

Lei Jun remained seated, unmoving, his gaze fixed on Biyou Immortal Mountain’s rocky surface.