Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Celestial Master’s Mansion
Chapter 309: Elder Lei's Tour of the World

The next step is the outer scene of the divine court... Lei Jun thought to himself.

For Daoist Talisman Sect cultivators, when reaching the Eighth Heaven realm, the transition from the second layer of the divine court’s inner scene to the third layer, the outer scene, marks a significant milestone. This is a crucial point, second only to the leap between major realms, and involves a vast increase in power and ability in battle.

The key is that the divine court continues to expand, ultimately transforming from an internal universe into an external one, independent of the real world and the heavens.

Of course, this step is not easy to cross.

For Lei Jun, the good news is that the Vajra Immortal Gourd is indeed extraordinary. After refining it and merging it with his soul, its effects will last for a long time. It does not merely assist in transitioning from the inner scene to the middle scene of the divine court.

As the divine court’s inner scene progresses toward the outer scene, the refined spiritual energy continues to support Lei Jun’s cultivation, accelerating his progress and enabling him to reach the next level faster than expected.

However, under such conditions, it is essential to avoid impatience and anxiety. If the mind becomes unbalanced, though not as risky as when breaking through major realm barriers, it can still cause the cultivator to stagnate.

Lei Jun quietly watched the rising sun over the distant mountains, then returned to the Tianshi Mansion at the middle of the main peak.

After meeting with Yuan Mobai, Shangguan Ning, Zhang Jingzhen, and others, Lei Jun officially ended his secluded cultivation and resumed his responsibilities, assisting Yuan Mobai and others with the daily affairs of the mansion.

By winter, the tri-annual Talisman Conferral Ceremony arrived once again.

A certain Tianshi, surnamed Tang, did not return to the mountain but sent word, instructing that the ceremony proceed on schedule, with a high-ranking elder from the mansion presiding over it.

Although many speculated that Lei Jun, who was of the same generation as Tang Xiaotang, might inherit the position of Tianshi, neither Lei Jun nor Yuan Mobai had any intention of arranging for him to preside over such significant events in Tang Xiaotang’s absence.

Therefore, this time, the ceremony was presided over by Shangguan Ning, with Lei Jun and Yuan Mobai assisting.

Zhang Jingzhen, on the other hand, participated in the ceremony in a different capacity.

She was going to take on a disciple.

Four years ago, when she left Chang’an and returned to the mountain, she brought back a young boy and initiated him into the Dao, enrolling him in the Daoist Children’s Academy at the foot of the mountain.

According to the customs of Mount Longhu, unless there were special circumstances, this boy would be considered Zhang Jingzhen’s disciple once he entered the mansion after obtaining the qualification for the Talisman Conferral Ceremony.

The boy’s name was Zhang Xionghuo.

He, like Zhang Jingzhen, came from a noble family.

Zhang Jingzhen was very calm about it and had no intention of hiding her actions.

"Jingzhen, there’s no need to show such intentions," Shangguan Ning sighed softly when they spoke privately.

Zhang Jingzhen herself came from the Tang imperial family. Her direct disciples were not like Shangguan Ning’s main disciple, Lin Shan, who came from an ordinary family.

Zhang Xionghuo, like Zhang Jingzhen, was a noble family child.

This situation, aside from Zhang Jingzhen having no ambition for the Tianshi position, also indicated that her lineage had no plans to take on the Tianshi title.

"Master Uncle, you misunderstand," Zhang Jingzhen smiled. "I have no interest in that, nor am I trying to show any intentions. It's just that this child, Xionghuo, has a karmic relationship with me. As cultivators, we go with the flow of fate and act in accordance with heaven’s will."

She paced a few steps in the quiet room and said, "I did once have thoughts of seeking a different path, but now those thoughts have faded."

"If the sect leader steps down, it will certainly be you, Junior Brother Lei, who succeeds him."

"Although Hua Jie is not of human origin, Lei Jun will likely have other disciples in the future."

"I observe that Lei Jun is not someone who is attached to power. Even if he is the next Tianshi, his disciples will inherit the title as long as they possess talent and virtue. There is no harm in that, don’t you agree?"

Zhang Jingzhen smiled: "Besides, before the sect leader left, wasn’t he also contemplating fate and hoping to take on a direct disciple?"

Shangguan Ning looked at her and softly said, "I know your ambitions from when you were young. Now, hearing you say this, it’s clear that your mind is free of attachments. This will benefit your cultivation."

Zhang and Shangguan had been through thick and thin together. In some ways, Shangguan Ning was also part of the Tang imperial family. She knew Zhang Jingzhen very well.

She understood that while Zhang Jingzhen appeared calm and composed, she had a strong drive to succeed.

Unfortunately, there was always someone stronger.

This generation of disciples in the Tianshi Mansion was full of monsters.

If Zhang Jingzhen could not come to terms with this, she would suffer.

But fortunately, she had already gotten past it, leaving her with many possibilities for the future.

"Zhang Xionghuo, he’s from the Wei Yang Wang branch, right?" Shangguan Ning, no longer concerned about Zhang Jingzhen, raised an eyebrow. "Such a name?"

Zhang Jingzhen nodded slightly. "Xionghuo is from a distant branch. He actually doesn’t get along well with the Wei Yang Wang family. I once asked him if he wanted to change his name, but he refused. I can tell he’s not indifferent; on the contrary, he cares deeply about it."

Shangguan Ning, hearing this, didn’t inquire further about any possible concerns or troubles regarding Zhang Xionghuo’s background. She simply shook her head slightly.

"Heavy burdens on the heart can be detrimental to cultivation, especially when facing the tribulations between major realms."

"You must pay attention to him."

Zhang Jingzhen nodded. "Yes, Master Uncle."

She shared the same thought.

However, when she was in front of her disciple, she did not show these concerns.

During the Talisman Conferral Ceremony, the master and disciple stood on opposite sides, performing the ritual.

After the ceremony, Zhang Xionghuo officially became Zhang Jingzhen’s disciple.

Lei Jun and Yuan Mobai assisted Shangguan Ning in presiding over the ceremony.

This year’s ceremony had a few promising candidates, but the most eye-catching one was Zhang Xionghuo, Zhang Jingzhen’s first disciple.

On one hand, he was exceptionally talented.

Normally, one would not wait four years to participate in the Talisman Conferral Ceremony.

However, when he first entered the Daoist Children’s Academy, the timing coincided with the last Talisman Conferral Ceremony, which was too rushed, so he had to wait until this year.

On the other hand, there was his noble identity.

Zhang Jingzhen, being the only high-ranking elder to take on a disciple in this year’s ceremony, was from the Tang imperial family, just like Zhang Xionghuo.

This naturally drew a lot of attention.

The focus of the guests attending the ceremony was on Zhang Xionghuo.

Lei Jun and Yuan Mobai remained calm. They were more concerned with what Zhang Xionghuo would do after joining the sect rather than his actions before joining.

As long as he was a legitimate disciple of the Tianshi Mansion, his past would eventually fade.

At least, Lei Jun and his disciples had seen Zhang Xionghuo’s performance in the Daoist Children’s Academy over the past four years, and there was nothing to criticize.

If there was anything Lei Jun was curious about, it was Zhang Xionghuo’s name, considering his noble origins. Why would someone with such a background have... such an intriguing name?

But as long as his intentions were good, Lei Jun generally didn’t pry too deeply.

He trusted that Zhang Jingzhen would handle it well. This disciple, bound by their shared fate, should be guided by her.

This year’s Talisman Conferral Ceremony, however, was missing Lei Jun’s fellow disciple, Chu Kun.

According to Chu Kun himself, he had gone out traveling.

Where he had gone, he left for others to speculate.

Lei Jun trusted Chu Kun’s word and believed whatever he said.

However, he had been gone for quite some time.

Thankfully, Chu Kun returned safely at the end of January.

"Everything okay?" Lei Jun asked when they met.

Chu Kun smiled and shook his head. "Nothing major, Brother, don’t worry."

Lei Jun walked around Chu Kun, nodding several times. "Have you finished summarizing the Daoist Seal realm? It seems like you’re almost ready for the tribulations from the Sixth to the Seventh Heaven."

Lei Jun himself took about five years to break through from the Sixth to the Seventh Heaven.

Chu Kun still needed to prepare for his tribulations, but his cultivation speed had been very fast, completing the accumulation for the Daoist Seal realm in about six years.

The real question now was when he would pass the final tribulation.

Lei Jun had been able to break through so quickly thanks to many opportunities, including the Immortal Spirit Seed Chu Kun had given him.

Chu Kun had also prepared his own share.

But the tribulations were still difficult.

"Yes, the accumulation is complete, but crossing the final barrier is incredibly difficult," Chu Kun replied.

Lei Jun grinned, "That won’t stop you."

Given Chu Kun’s progress, Lei Jun guessed that his fellow disciple wasn’t relying solely on his Starry Sacred Body. His other talents were clearly exceptional.

However, Chu Kun seemed to follow a similar path as Lei Jun and Xu Yuanzhen—advancing through later cultivation stages.

"Thanks for the kind words, Brother," Chu Kun smiled.

He then handed Lei Jun a Daoist miniature pouch. "I’ve successfully gathered the items you requested while on my way home."

Opening the pouch, Lei Jun saw it was filled with thick stacks of paper. The paper was vibrant with spiritual energy, and a scholarly aura surrounded it, emitting flashes of treasure light.

The Qi of Confucianism, a common feature of such paper, emanated from it.

"Oh? So many sacred papers?" Lei Jun took the papers.

Earlier, Lei Jun had asked Chu Kun to help keep an eye out for high-quality Confucian paper. There had been no progress for the past two years. But Chu Kun had clearly been thinking about it. This trip had finally provided him with the opportunity.

Haoran Paper was one of the highest-quality Confucian papers, and the cultural aura contained within it almost formed a tangible presence.

Lei Jun thanked Chu Kun and put away the miniature bag.

After handling the affairs of the mansion during the day, Lei Jun was now in his own residence in the evening. He took out a large quantity of Haoran Paper from his miniature bag and laid it in front of him.

Next, Lei Jun took out other items:

• Bi Hai Danqing Brush

• Chu Clan Confucian Ink

• Moonlit Inkstone

Now, with the newly acquired Haoran Paper, the four essential items—brush, ink, paper, and inkstone—were all ready. And all of them were treasures produced by the Confucian school, filled with a rich cultural aura.

The four spiritual treasures, when gathered together, produced a faint harmonic resonance, without Lei Jun needing to cast any spells. Even the Moonlit Inkstone, which had been obtained from the Ming Dynasty official Wang Feng, blended in harmoniously.

Lei Jun quietly observed these items: the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. After a while, he put them away one by one.

The preliminary materials were now complete. What was left was to find a suitable spiritual item to carry them.

If Lei Jun were a Confucian cultivator, with all four treasures in hand, he could immediately begin writing. Haoran Paper was naturally the best base to hold the other three treasures.

Unfortunately, though Lei Jun had been pondering Confucian cultivation over the years, he was not a Confucian cultivator. If he were to force it, it wouldn’t be impossible, but that would inevitably mix Daoist magic with Confucian principles.

From a Daoist cultivator’s perspective, he needed one more spiritual item to serve as the foundation to make everything distinct and clear.

"Jade..." Lei Jun thought to himself.

He checked his collection, then visited the mansion's treasure hall, but there was no suitable choice at the moment. Lei Jun wasn’t discouraged. He made a mental note and planned to take action if he encountered it later.

For now, he simply kept the four treasures—the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone—and returned to his cultivation.

The next evening, after finishing the affairs of the Tianshi Mansion, Lei Jun was about to return to his residence when his master, Yuan Mobai, asked him to stay for a moment.

"Two things," Yuan Mobai said, his expression less cheerful than usual, now showing more seriousness. "The first thing: The Sect Leader sent a message. She had traveled widely but hadn’t encountered Huang Xuán Pǔ or Fu Dōngsēn. However, by coincidence, she came into contact with something... rather special..."

Lei Jun could tell from Yuan Mobai's expression that it was no small matter.

Indeed, his master continued slowly, "According to the Sect Leader's guess, it might... be the Yellow Springs."

Yellow Springs, one of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, a legendary place of the underworld, a dead zone just as dangerous as the realm of no return.

"Should I take the Tianshi Robe to assist Junior Sister?" Lei Jun asked.

When the Tianshi Robe had finally returned to the mountain, it had seemed to have some connection with the Yellow Springs. The strange aura had been suppressed by Lei Jun’s talisman, and it was still preserved.

Yuan Mobai said, "According to the Sect Leader, the clues appeared suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone. She is currently investigating, but there’s no need for anyone to assist at the moment. If she needs help, she’ll reach out."

Lei Jun nodded lightly, "That’s fine."

Junior Sister Tang Xiaotang, unlike Senior Sister Xu Yuanzhen, wasn’t hard to accompany. But she was very competitive, and when encountering such a situation, she would naturally want to solve it herself.

Yuan Mobai smiled again, "The second thing is that the mansion is preparing to appoint a new Patrolling Elder."

Earlier, his expression had been serious, but now it softened like the thawing of spring, and he smiled, "Is Chongyun interested in taking up the post? The Sect Leader mentioned this matter to me earlier, and I communicated with her about it. She doesn’t oppose it."

The Patrolling Elder is responsible for representing Longhu Mountain, inspecting all branches of the Talisman sect across the world, supervising and offering help to the branches. It holds significant authority and connections.

Normally, this role would not have any special meaning. But as a core member of the Tianshi succession, the one taking up this post would have to go through multiple trials to gain experience and knowledge before officially inheriting the position.

Being the leader of a holy land, aside from cultivation strength, leadership skills and governance are paramount. The responsibilities carried by the Steward's Hall Elder and Patrolling Elder are both heavy and influential.

Lei Jun had already held the position of Steward's Hall Elder. Adding the Patrolling Elder to his record would naturally have a different significance compared to someone else taking the position, especially since he was now a high-ranking elder.

"How does Junior Sister feel about this?" Lei Jun asked.

Yuan Mobai smiled more warmly: "The Sect Leader said to see your thoughts on this. But as for the position, you should work for a few years before taking up the post."

In short, while the heat for the Tianshi position had waned a little, it hadn't completely faded.

Lei Jun smiled when he heard this: "Junior Sister needn’t worry. I’ve never had any plans to usurp the position."

After a few more light-hearted exchanges, Yuan Mobai continued, "Senior Sister Shangguan and Junior Nephew Jingzhen also have no objections."

Lei Jun straightened his expression: "The heavy responsibilities entrusted by the Sect, I accept with great care, but I am willing to try. I only hope not to disappoint you, Master, nor the ancestors and fellow disciples of the sect."

He never denied that he was a little curious and eager for the Tianshi position, but he wouldn’t say he was deeply passionate about it.

If Junior Sister Tang Xiaotang remained in the position for a long time and another suitable candidate came forward, Lei Jun wouldn’t mind. And if the mansion needed him to take up the post, Lei Jun wouldn’t refuse.

When he had first been promoted to Elder at the Third Heavenly Realm, there had been an opportunity to take up the Patrolling Elder role, but at that time, the Tianshi Mansion had been in an extreme low point, and the external environment was dangerous.

Now, as the Tianshi Mansion had slowly emerged from that low point and Lei Jun’s cultivation had significantly advanced, it was no longer a matter of concern.

Though Senior Sister Xu Yuanzhen and Junior Sister Tang Xiaotang were both absent from the mountain and Lei Jun himself had gone out, it seemed like only Yuan Mobai remained at the ancestral headquarters, leaving the mansion a bit thin.

However, Lei Jun knew that, in reality, the mansion wasn’t supported by just Yuan Mobai.

Senior Brother Wang Guiyuan had been staying at the mountain all this time.

Of course, if it wasn’t absolutely necessary, Lei Jun and Yuan Mobai didn’t want Wang Guiyuan to act.

Master Fǎ Qīng had not returned to Tianlong Temple but often helped Longhu Mountain. This news would inevitably cause speculation if it got out.

This was not something Wang Guiyuan wanted.

Moreover, if the situation truly became critical, and given that Wang Guiyuan bore the eternal suffering, the final outcome was unpredictable, and it could even become a double-edged sword.

This was something both Yuan Mobai and Wang Guiyuan had been trying to avoid.

However, fortunately, although Xu Yuanzhen had left the mountain, her whereabouts were elusive and secretive. She didn’t make as much noise as Junior Sister Tang Xiaotang, nor was her entry into Tianli as definitive as before.

As long as her exact whereabouts remained unclear, even Huang Xuán Pǔ wouldn’t easily come to Longhu Mountain, for fear of being baited.

Next, the Tianshi Mansion officially announced the relevant decisions.

After Lei Jun handed over his responsibilities as High Elder within the mansion, he officially left the mountain.

His first disciple, Zhuo Dao, joined him in leaving the mountain, accompanying his master.

On one hand, Zhuo Dao had reached a critical point in his cultivation, and Lei Jun could guide him at any time.

On the other hand, Zhuo Dao had rarely descended the mountain since his entry, and even less often ventured far. This trip would serve as an opportunity for him to broaden his experience.

Lei Jun traveled lightly, accompanied only by his direct disciple, not taking any other apprentices or juniors with him.

After bidding farewell to Yuan Mobai, Wang Guiyuan, Chu Kun, and others, Lei Jun, along with Zhuo Dao, left the mountain.

This time, Lei Jun didn’t hide his whereabouts. A thundercloud formed beneath his feet, and in a few moments, the two of them ascended into the air.

Lei Jun’s thundercloud was similar to Xu Yuanzhen’s, black in color. However, unlike Xu Yuanzhen’s heavy and solid one that resembled an ice glacier, Lei Jun’s was more ethereal and vast, with purple light flashing within.

The purple thundercloud carried the master and disciple, and in the blink of an eye, they vanished into the horizon.

Leaving the main range of Longhu Mountain, the purple thundercloud flew northward.

Lei Jun's journey was arranged in a progressive manner.

So, for this round of inspecting the various branches of the Talisman sect, the first stop was the nearby Yunxiao Mountain Range, where Zixiao Sect was located.

Lei Jun had visited here with Yuan Mobai many years ago and had stayed at the Qingxiao Temple, a branch of Zixiao Sect, for some time.

Thinking back, it had been about thirty years.

Upon arriving at Zixiao Sect at the main peak of Yunxiao Mountain, they were still quite far from the mountain gate, but the sect’s people came out to welcome them.

Unlike Yuan Mobai, who often made others feel like they were in a spring breeze, Lei Jun was polite and calm with his interactions, earning the respect of the Zixiao Sect disciples, who admired his down-to-earth demeanor.

The only slightly conspicuous thing was his furry disciple beside him.

But after all these years, everyone in the cultivation world of the Tang Dynasty knew that Lei Jun’s direct disciple was a mountain tiger, so they had gradually gotten used to it.

Zhuo Dao appeared calm and composed, and despite his appearance, he already seemed like a mature and dignified person, further making others respect him.

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As an important subsidiary branch of Mount Longhu, the Zixiao Sect has always had close ties with Longhu Mountain.

Thus, Lei Jun’s visit this time felt more like a social visit.

Aside from the Sect Leader of the Zixiao Sect, he also met an old acquaintance.

Indeed, it was an old acquaintance.

It was the former head of Qingxiao Temple, Lu Zhaoqing, with whom Lei Jun had worked some time ago.

However, Lu Zhaoqing had now stepped down from his position as the head of Qingxiao Temple.

He had grown old.

When Lei Jun first met Lu Zhaoqing with Yuan Mobai, Lu Zhaoqing was already over 150 years old. For a Three-Heaven cultivator with a life expectancy of 200 years, that was when Lu Zhaoqing had started to enter his final years.

Now, thirty years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Zhaoqing’s life was nearing its end.

Due to the injuries he sustained in his youth, it was unlikely he would reach the age of 200 and would likely pass away before then.

At this moment, Lu Zhaoqing still looked somewhat like the old Daoist with the immortal aura from his earlier years, but compared to the past, he had become quite frail.

After stepping down from his position at Qingxiao Temple, he had returned to the Zixiao Sect, living out his final years, waiting for the inevitable.

“Master Lu, would you like to visit Longhu Mountain?” Lei Jun asked softly as he looked at the old Daoist.

Lu Zhaoqing, once a true disciple of the Tianshi Mansion, had later left the ancestral sect and spent most of his time at the Zixiao Sect.

He smiled, “Elder Yuan invited me back to the mountain a few years ago, but after so many years, I’ve been in the Zixiao Sect. I might as well settle here, letting dust return to dust.”

Lei Jun looked at his slightly cloudy yet gentle and peaceful eyes. “Master Lu is magnanimous. It’s truly admirable.”

Lu Zhaoqing smiled slightly, “I was once cared for by Elder Ziyang, so there are some things I can’t say out loud. But the final result of the Battle of Li Wai wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.”

He looked at Lei Jun with endless sentiment.

How young he was!

A Seven-Heaven cultivator under forty years old.

An Eight-Heaven cultivator under fifty years old.

Truly a prodigy.

When Lei Jun and Lu Zhaoqing first crossed paths, Lu Zhaoqing had felt that Lei Jun was extraordinary, but he never expected Lei Jun to reach such great heights today.

With talents like this emerging continuously, no wonder the Li Clan fell, and even after the latest internal battle within the Li Clan, the Tianshi Mansion quickly recovered its vitality.

Lu Zhaoqing smiled serenely at Lei Jun.

Though his cultivation was at the Lower Three Heavens, he had overseen more than one Daoist temple and had a wealth of experience in managing daily affairs.

If Lei Jun truly ascended to the position of Tianshi, Lu Zhaoqing believed that Longhu Mountain would become even more prosperous.

Though Lu Zhaoqing himself might not witness that day, seeing Lei Jun evolve from a young Daoist to the current Elder Lei, he could almost see that moment unfolding before him.

But his old bones had no reason to return to Longhu Mountain and linger on.

His cultivation was insufficient, and he had failed to break through to the Mid-Three Heavens. After leaving Longhu Mountain, he could only live as a guest at the Zixiao Sect.

The things he had done in recent years might seem insignificant, but he had done his part.

And now, in this mountain range where he had left his mark, passing away here seemed just right.

Lei Jun understood Lu Zhaoqing’s thoughts and thus did not try to persuade him further.

After visiting his old acquaintance and staying at the Zixiao Sect for a time, he and his apprentice, Zhuo Baojie, bade farewell and left.

Next, Lei Jun had planned to head to Tianxu Mountain. It was a place he had once stayed at.

However, at this moment, a sphere of light suddenly flashed in his mind, and words appeared:

"Cold underground currents, the Yin Spring flows, the moon reflects an icy glow, alarming both the South and North."

Accompanying this was a divination:

"Upper-Moderate Omen, at midnight on the tenth of February, arrive at the southern foot of the Qingyu Mountain, near the north bank of the Jade River. You have a chance to obtain a Sixth-Grade opportunity, with no risks or future troubles, a good omen."

"Moderate Omen, traveling to places outside the Jade River’s north bank has no extra gains but also no losses, neutral."

While the opportunity's grade wasn't high, it had no negative aspects.

After reading the text on the sphere of light, Lei Jun thought for a moment and then instructed his eldest disciple, “Let’s go, Baojie, our next stop is the Yuhe Sect.”

“Master, I believe you could continue calling me by my full name, Huajie, as if there were others around,” his eldest disciple said seriously.

But Lei Jun immediately reached out and ruffled his apprentice’s fluffy head. “Alright, Baojie.”

The disciple sighed, accepting his fate.

Lei Jun sat on the purple lightning cloud and flew north.

The original plan to go to Tianxu Mountain had been informed to the locals near the area, so he wasn’t worried about letting down the Tianxu Sect at the last minute.

The Yuhe Sect was located north of the Great River.

Lei Jun and his disciple flew through the purple lightning cloud, passing over the Great River’s hazardous area.

Though the river had become less dangerous in recent years due to changes in the earth’s veins, there had been signs of resurgence recently.

Thankfully, during early spring, the water level was still manageable.

As they continued north, Lei Jun notified the Yuhe Sect.

Following the tributary of the Great River, the two approached the gates of the Yuhe Sect, another branch of the Daoist Talisman Sect.

Similar to Zixiao Sect, the Sect Leader and several elders of Yuhe Sect had already come out to greet them.

Ritual flags were raised, and the Four-Nine Lights shone brightly even during the day.

The sect members set up a ritual altar over the Jade River and bowed in unison toward the sky.

Just as the clear sky above them seemed unaffected, the edges suddenly darkened a bit, with distant thunder rumbling.

Massive black clouds appeared on the horizon, but purple light swirled.

The purple lightning cloud reached them in an instant, then slowed down as it approached the Yuhe Sect members. The dark clouds gradually dissipated.

The purple light gathered, finally concentrating on one person: a young Daoist in a purple robe with a handsome appearance and a tall, lean build.

The Yuhe Sect members bowed to him in unison. “Greetings, Elder Lei.”