Whew~

Chen Mingxue let out a long breath of foul air, unable to help but moan, "Ah, finally I can come out and get some fresh air!"

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he remarked with a smile, "What do you mean by this? Did the Ancestor treat you harshly?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mingxue was so startled that he hurriedly shook his head to refute, "Don't speak recklessly! The Ancestor has treated me as kindly as a mountain. It's just that—"

Before he could finish, Zhao Sheng suddenly interrupted him with a laugh, "Haha, you don't need to explain further. I don't want to hear it at all. Also, don't forget our task. Follow me."

With that, Zhao Sheng turned and walked towards the end of the street.

Chen Mingxue quickly followed behind him, cautiously observing the surroundings as he walked.

Today, the number of space-time visitors was even greater than last time, and the street was bustling, with stalls set up one after another all the way to the street entrance.

Zhao Sheng had only walked a dozen steps when he suddenly stopped, his eyes brightening as he saw the long-unseen mysterious Great Ability, Daoist Fengfengzi.

At this moment, the Daoist Fengfengzi, exuding an aura of an immortal sage, was sitting cross-legged in the sky above the street entrance, surrounded by a crowd of diverse figures.

"...The heaven has eight winds, man has five sounds... The five sounds are invisible to the eye, called Yi, unheard by the ear, called Xi... Wind is the sound of heaven and earth, formless and impermanent..."

As Zhao Sheng approached the street entrance, he suddenly heard a clear and ethereal Dao sound echo into his mind, lingering for a long time.

He abruptly stood still, catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of Chen Mingxue beside him, whose face quickly turned enraptured, seemingly profoundly immersed as if hearing supreme truths.

At this moment, as if noticing him, Fengfengzi gave him a slight nod before continuing to preach the true meaning of the Wind Dao.

Zhao Sheng pulled Chen Mingxue to the roadside, then stopped paying attention to him, focusing intently on listening.

It was unknown how much time had passed before the Dao sound lingering in his mind suddenly dissipated, awakening Zhao Sheng from his trance.

Just then, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd in front, with everyone bowing to Fengfengzi, repeatedly expressing gratitude for the dharma transmission.

Slap!

Zhao Sheng slapped Chen Mingxue on the back, making his body lurch forward and almost fall flat on the ground.

Chen Mingxue awoke as if from a dream, quickly standing upright, his expression turning extremely exhilarated.

The Great Ability publicly preaching and transmitting the dharma!

Encountering this legendary opportunity was truly a blessing cultivated over three lifetimes.

Zhao Sheng was quite puzzled, unable to understand why Fengfengzi would preach publicly; could it be he had ulterior motives under the guise of benevolence?

With this thought in mind, he walked toward the crowd...

Moments later, through discreet inquiries, he successfully learned from others what Fengfengzi intended.

As expected, his preaching was merely incidental; the real purpose was to recruit helpers to head to the Immortal Palace on Gray Mountain.

To persuade the crowd, Fengfengzi even promised that just by participating in the expedition, everyone would receive a recruitment order.

Later, anyone holding this token could reach the gates of Wuxiang Immortal Sect and make a wish to the sect.

As long as it wasn't too excessive, the Wuxiang Immortal Sect would certainly fulfill the person's wish.

After gathering much information, Zhao Sheng instinctively felt that Fengfengzi had grand designs.

He had no intention of getting involved, but things in the world don't always go as desired.

Soon enough, Fengfengzi proactively approached him, directly inviting him to Gray Mountain to explore the Immortal Palace ruins.

He also frankly promised that once the mission was accomplished, he would only take the 'Immortal Law' and leave all other treasures to all the participants.

Bound by the gratitude of a book gifted last time, Zhao Sheng couldn't refuse and had to agree.

Yet, this decision set Chen Mingxue as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

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