The courtyard was just as it was the first time he came, slightly messy from long neglect; Bai Qingqian hadn't returned here for many years, even the mortals entrusted to care for it had changed several times. Originally, this courtyard was gifted by the blind old man, and even if returned to him now, he was essentially living here temporarily, wasn't he?

A mess.

Hou Niao returned to the place he was familiar with, only now, it no longer had the peculiarities of the Five Elements but had become a true haven of seclusion.

Every day he practiced his cultivation methodically, then leisurely strolled through Sui Mo City, occasionally passing by that strange stele;

He found that Luo Yewang, Zhao Xintong, had not left either, which made him reflect, what cultivator doesn't have some curiosity in their heart? Just like him, would he leave so unclearly?

No chance of meeting them was created, with his current ability, he wouldn't meet them if he didn't want to; just like when the blind old man didn't want him to appear, he certainly didn't appear.

A month passed in this relaxed life, everything was peaceful, no news from Qiu Shi Daoist at Heavenly Heart Pavilion either, but he suddenly developed a new hobby, going to tea houses.

Apart from the Flower Shop, tea houses were the most abundant place in Sui Mo City, reflecting the lifestyle of Sui Mo people, leisurely and carefree, as if even the greatest matters had nothing to do with them.

Of course, he wasn't obsessed with drinking tea; what truly attracted him was the storytellers present in every tea house, not just unique to Sui Mo City but a staple across the Continent.

No storytelling, no tea house.

The storytelling encompassed myriad topics, historical tales, biographical sketches, romantic dramas, tales of grudges and vengeance, Jianghu anecdotes, ghosts and immortals, and indispensable cultivation stories about Daoist struggles and power shifts.

The recent hotspot was the human-demon war, including Ying Platform's thousand-mile raid, Blue Mountain's all-out gamble, and Zhenbei City's offenses and defenses, real and fake, mixed together, combined with ordinary mortals' laughable understanding of cultivation, creating heroic stories of earth-shaking and ghost-moving awe in which Hou Niao surprisingly became a main character, famous among the people.

Yet, in the story, he's no longer himself, transformed into a ten-foot-tall, green-faced, fang-baring monster, powerful beyond measure; even he couldn't help but shake his head at the tales. Stepping forward to clarify was impossible, as he'd be drowned in a sea of spittle.

The fictional portrayal of him was more convincing than the real person.

Among many stories, those about cultivation were particularly ludicrous and amusing; true cultivators would never take them seriously, dismissing them as insects' cries.

What intrigued Hou Niao was a niche mythological narrative named the Sealing God Legend.

It told an imaginary story without any age, time, or place, deeply engaging with the so-called Heavenly Court; yet from its almost verbatim adoption of mortal dynasty's official titles, it's clear who fabricated the tale.

Undoubtedly, a down-and-out scholar, fed full and idling, mixed his limited understanding of officialdom, guessed cultivation knowledge, seemingly historical fragments, and convoluted racial disputes into a chaotic stew.

Filled with naive insights, flawed with loopholes, chaotic in concept, indistinguishable between gods and immortals, unclear between heaven and earth, including a so-called Saint concept, nobody knew what it actually was?

In that world, Taiyi True Immortals and Daluo Golden Immortals crawled over the ground like dogs, peculiar personalities like Marquis of Wind, Master of Rain, Duke of Thunder, Mother of Lightning, were ubiquitous in the Heavenly Court, absurd to a cultivator who pursued the Great Dao's truth; if wind was simply Marquis of Wind opening his wind bag and thunder merely Duke of Thunder beating a gong…

Such imagination was indeed speechless, similar to a child's preliminary understanding of the world, devoid of logic and pure fantasy.

Yet, he had to admit it was a good story, at least mortals loved to hear it, and even he, a very accomplished cultivator, enjoyed it.

For it contained a captivating conceptual element: Calamity Sealing God!

Mortals might not have a precise recognition, hearing it as mere entertainment; but to Hou Niao, it sounded slightly terrifying, although he had yet to comprehend the upper echelon of the cultivation world, just beginning his journey at the Golden Core Realm with countless steps to go, through Nascent Soul, Yin God, Primordial Spirit, Yang God, Demi Immortal, Immortal, so far down the line.

Yet, vaguely, he felt such a concept seemed to be a kind of upheaval to the high levels of the cultivation world?

Why is this so? In a minor tea house, a mere mortal storyteller spews tales from a ghostly scripture of unknown authorship, containing deep metaphors, seemingly unbelievable.

Reflecting upon the Sealing Infant Ranking in the flower sea of Heavenly Heart Pavilion, considering it might be a distraction, the true essence being that small print Zhao Xintong guided him to: Heavenly Soldier climbing steadily!

If he were the author of these tale recordings, he would boldly declare: The Sealing God has begun!

Yet, he still had no understanding, what is calamity? How to measure? What is god? How to seal?

Was Heavenly Soldier a position in future Sealing God? A minor soldier in the Heavenly Court? Who is he? Who climbs steadily?

His mind was somewhat overwhelmed, for he felt he had glimpsed something yet dared not think, nor inquire, with no one to ask!

If all this were true, then what was Heavenly Heart Pavilion exactly? Too terrifying.

Yet, it might not be true, purely from a probability standpoint, this was nearly a zero chance possibility.

He shouldn't scare himself, losing his courage, even if there was a slight chance, the concern shouldn't fall upon him, it should be those lofty Demi Immortals and True Immortals, what concern was it to him?

He felt he was overly sensitive, seeing shadows at every turn, perhaps he considered too much lately? Must he regard so many issues? He should focus on the present; as a Golden Core he should only focus on reaching Nascent Soul, seeing too far wouldn't help, even if seeing Immortal matters what's the use?

Continuously hinted self-assurance and comfort, striving not to ponder those distant troubles, this also was a matter of Heart Realm adjustment, an essential skill every cultivator must master.

In the cultivation world, this was the sole magic against Heart Demons, otherwise, overthinking might eventually frighten oneself into distress.

However, he retained the habit of listening to stories; without hearing a tale each day, he felt uneasy, a chapter per account, a renowned Golden Core cultivator among the teahouse clientele, sipping tea, chewing melon seeds, immersed in the story's rhythm with the mortals around.

If not thinking deeply, wasn't the story delightful?

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