World-saving Plan: The Only Savior
Chapter 152 - 50 - Paying Respect to the Mountain

Chapter 152: 50 Chapter Paying Respect to the Mountain

Zhang Xiaoman looked at the two little Taoist apprentices in front of him, who were still in a daze, and once again asked the question he had just posed.

"Excuse me, is this Dragon Sleep Mountain? I am here at the invitation of Master Ye to pay a visit, please pass on my arrival."

Somehow, perhaps influenced by the environment here, Zhang Xiaoman felt that even his speech was starting to sound a bit strange.

The two little Taoists finally snapped back to reality, and the older one immediately responded:

"Ah, sir, you have finally arrived. The Sect Leader has been waiting for a long time. Please follow us up the mountain."

After he spoke and saw Zhang Xiaoman nod in agreement, he turned and made a gesture for him to follow, then started leading the way. The young girl, upon seeing this, quickly caught up with a few brisk steps, staying close to her companion as if afraid of being left behind.

The two little apprentices walked ahead, exchanging glances and moving closer to whisper to each other.

"Xiao Ya, this one really seems like a Mysterious Expert. Did you see that layer of black shadow around him? Could it really be true?"

"Oh my, I’m not blind, of course I saw it... But Brother Fei said these are all high-tech, yet it doesn’t seem like it to me. High-tech can’t look like that... It must be real!"

"Shh, keep your voice down..."

The boy quickly tugged at her sleeve and said:

"If the Sect Leader personally sent out an invitation, he must have some serious skills. We just need to stand by and watch later..."

Behind them, Zhang Xiaoman paid no heed to the murmuring youngsters; his focus was entirely on the scenery along the way.

The trees on both sides of the mountain stairs were clearly well-manicured, and every so often there stood two ancient stone lanterns, blending into the mountain’s natural beauty and creating quite the feel of an Immortal’s Blessed Land.

It was just Zhang Xiaoman’s current "Demon Sect Devil" appearance, shrouded in shadows, seemed somewhat discordant with the setting.

The three of them walked for a while and passed a platform.

In the middle of the platform was a small pavilion, with stone tables, stone benches, and a simple little teapot inside.

The pavilion was free of dust, showing it was often used as a resting place.

On the stone table, black and white pieces were elegantly arranged, reminiscent of graceful egrets or a flock of birds vying in splendor, utterly captivating to anyone who looked upon it.

It was just unfortunate that, despite the chess board set, the players were absent, which was truly regrettable.

"Oh my, I’m so tired! I can’t go on, I really can’t walk anymore~~"

A crisp voice rang out beside him; it was the young girl who couldn’t help but express her fatigue as they reached this point.

The boy on the other side was also panting, looking no better off than his companion.

Indeed, the mountain path was steep and the journey long. Moreover, they had hurried along today. Typically, they would just manage to reach this point.

Now, both were struggling to carry on, looking pitifully at Zhang Xiaoman with pleading eyes.

Zhang Xiaoman felt uneasy under the little Taoists’ gaze, as if he himself were some heinous demon.

To avoid further suffering such an ordeal, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to sit down and take a proper rest.

Actually, he himself was a bit tired now, but compared to these two people, he was much better off.

That wasn’t just due to the slight constitution enhancement from the cape, the main reason was the result of persistent exercise over this period.

Even when he was over the Pacific Ocean, he had not missed a single day of exercise.

The little Taoists, once given the instructions that they could rest, immediately ran into the stone pavilion like pardoned prisoners, picked up the teapot on the table, and started pouring. The young girl even remembered to fill a cup for Zhang Xiaoman.

"Senior, this is the spring water we just brewed this morning... it’s very tasty, would you like to have some...?"

She timidly offered the cup to Zhang Xiaoman, but she didn’t dare to get too close, instead, she shifted her weight to her back legs, ready to flee at any moment, which was somewhat amusing to behold.

Zhang Xiaoman certainly wouldn’t reject her kindness, and immediately reached out to take the teacup, also saying thank you in passing.

The young girl didn’t expect this esteemed expert to be so kind, and her body relaxed a little.

However, when Zhang Xiaoman’s hand, shrouded in black shadow, stretched out, she couldn’t help feeling a bit scared.

He took a light sip of the tea, and a sweet and clear flow instantly swept through his throat, bringing a moment of clarity to his mind. The water didn’t contain any tea leaves, it was just the natural flavor of the mountains, but it was nonetheless unforgettable.

After drinking tea and resting for a moment, the three of them set off again.

The two little Taoists kept rubbing their legs during this time and didn’t speak, seemingly very reserved in the presence of this mysterious expert.

Actually, there wasn’t much distance left on the journey; after about fifteen minutes, they were nearly there.

Zhang Xiaoman now felt a bit regretful; he thought he should have just parked the anti-gravity car at the top from the beginning. Dragon Sleep Mountain didn’t look big from the sky, but it was unexpectedly tough to traverse on foot.

But speaking of it now was pointless, as the first gate of Dragon Sleep Mountain was already in sight.

This gatehouse was huge, at least much larger than any temple Zhang Xiaoman had ever visited. Above the gatehouse, on a black plaque were three boldly carved characters: Yinglong Hall.

"Hey, they really did choose an imposing name,"

Zhang Xiaoman looked up at the plaque and couldn’t help but feel impressed; it seemed Master Liu was right, Dragon Sleep Mountain indeed had a rich heritage, evident from just this one gatehouse.

There were seven or eight people standing outside Yinglong Hall, dressed in various attire, some in Taoist robes and others in ordinary clothes.

At the gate, a middle-aged man in his fifties recognized the person coming down the steps, it was "Master Pei," the mysterious expert he had met at the Cultivation Exchange Conference.

This was because the black shadow swirling around him was so distinctive that it had become Half-immortal Pei’s signature effect within the cultivation community; finding a second like him was simply impossible.

The middle-aged man hurried out to greet him, bowing from a distance.

"Master Pei has come from afar, I apologize for not meeting you sooner. I am the manager here, my surname is Sun, but you may also call me by my Taoist name, Guangfeng."

As he approached, he also managed a glare at the two gasping little Taoists, and continued, "Master Ye has already brewed the Yao Lin Fragrant Tea, waiting for Master Pei to come in and try it."

Manager Sun finished speaking and led Zhang Xiaoman toward the gatehouse, taking a position behind him.

As he passed the two little Taoists, he didn’t forget to scold them under his breath.

"You two must have been slacking off again on the way up the mountain, right? I always tell you to exercise properly, but you never listen. Now you’ve delayed our honored guest’s time. Wait until we get back, I’ll take care of you!"