Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

On the lotus platform above the lotus pond, stood Mao Ershao.

Young Master Mao threw a peach into the Dragon Prison Well.

"Who, who littered? Did they know they hit someone? Don't they have any sense of public decency?"

"Third Sister," Young Master Mao called out.

"Second brother?"

"Ah."

"What are you doing here?"

"Look at you, I brought you a peach while I was at it."

"You can leave now. I know why you're here. I won't mistake you for someone else."

"Third sister, apologize to your mother. You know her well; family always comes first. As long as you admit your mistake, nothing is too big to deal with."

"She won't admit her mistake? What mistake? She's allowed to have a romantic relationship, but I can't? She just takes advantage of being my mother to do whatever she wants. She's not happy as long as things don't go her way. She's so domineering! Ugh, it makes me so angry!"

“That’s different. We are cultivators who eat turbid food. You’ve found a mortal. Mortals are nothing more than cattle and horses, just food that we raise. How can Mother be happy if you find food to fall in love with?”

"Second brother, don't make me hit you!"

"Whoosh~~~" The leftover peach pit flew out instantly and hit Young Master Mao on the forehead.

Mao Ershao was hit and chuckled to himself, unable to help but recall how the brother and sister had played around like this ten years ago.

However, in order to maintain his elder brother's authority, he still reprimanded her sternly: "Third sister, don't be so stubborn. As long as you admit your mistake to your second brother, I will release you immediately. You will still be the pride of my family!"

"Second brother, just go. I don't want to listen to your nagging, it's so annoying!"

"..." Young Master Mao sighed silently, his face showing regret and reluctance.

He desperately wanted his third sister to admit her mistake, even if it was just a verbal apology.

He had an excuse to let her out, but his third sister was strong-willed and very opinionated.

As the older brother, there's nothing I can do to help.

After all, who in the entire Sword Tower would dare to disobey their mother's wishes?

In a flash, Young Master Mao thought of the mortal who dared to entangle with his younger sister, and an uncontrollable rage appeared on his face: "Damn mortal, if it weren't for you, how could Hongye have suffered ten years of imprisonment?"

"Don't let me find out where you're hiding, or I'll grind you to dust and tear your soul apart!"

A shout came from the well: "Second Brother, if you dare to do anything reckless, I'll hate you for the rest of my life!"

"Damn it!" Young Master Mao was stunned.

……

"Qingfeng, have you been waiting long?" When Butler Qiu returned to the courtyard, he saw Zhou Qingfeng sitting quietly in the courtyard and asked with a smile.

Zhou Qingfeng stood up and approached, bowing respectfully first: "Uncle De, Qingfeng has been waiting for a long time. I have come to ask you about some things related to cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Steward Qiu nodded with his hands behind his back, walked to the stone bench, sat down, and gestured, "Go ahead and speak. I've just finished dealing with my business and have some free time to guide your cultivation."

Zhou Qingfeng cupped his hands and said, "Uncle De, to refine the Thunderfire Refining Palace, one must use karmic fire and turbid thunder to temper the physical body. These two conditions are too demanding, and I really don't know where to find them. Please teach me, Uncle De."

Steward Qiu stroked his beard with a smile, patted his belt, and took out two beads: "Take them."

Zhou Qingfeng carefully took the two fist-sized beads and asked curiously, "What are these...?"

"Dragon Ball." Butler Qiu stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked at the horizon with a melancholy expression: "It happened many years ago. That year, I went south with the Third Miss to capture the dragon. At that time, the Third Miss was truly the pride of my family."

"It's a pity that I couldn't escape the calamity of love that ruined my life... Sigh, let's not talk about it."

"These two Dragon Balls were seized at that time."

"One is a karmic fire dragon originating from the Turbid level, and the other is a turbid lightning dragon originating from the Turbid level."

"With the help of these two Dragon Balls, it will be much easier for you to refine the Thunderfire Refining Palace."

"However, you must be careful and not rush things. Otherwise, if something unexpected happens, whether it's turbid lightning or karmic fire going berserk, its destructive power will instantly reduce you to ashes."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng's heart stirred. It was the first time he had ever heard that the First Family had a Third Miss. Judging from Butler Qiu's secretive manner, it was probably related to family secrets, so it was best not to inquire.

Knowing too much about certain things is never a good thing, especially family scandals; knowing them can actually hasten your demise.

Butler Qiu said, "Oh, by the way, if you want to cultivate, you must not do so within the city. It is best to find a secluded place outside the city to avoid the leakage of lightning and fire when you are refining your physical body, which could kill countless mortals."

The mortals in the Sword Tower are all pigs raised by the lady.

If Zhou Qingfeng accidentally killed hundreds or thousands of people while refining his body with thunder and fire.

That would inevitably result in severe punishment.

Zhou Qingfeng cupped his hands and said, "Understood, Uncle De, I know what to do."

"Go ahead. If you need my protection, let me know in advance. Do not leave the city alone." Steward Qiu was afraid that Zhou Qingfeng would sneak out of the city alone and get killed unexpectedly, which would really infuriate him.

"Yes, Uncle De." Zhou Qingfeng bowed and took his leave, stopping halfway down the road.

"Anything else?"

Zhou Qingfeng's expression was solemn. He solemnly lifted his robe, knelt down, and kowtowed: "Master, although I have not formally become your disciple, in Qingfeng's heart, you are my master. Please accept my bow!"

"Hahaha, good, good, good!" Butler Qiu laughed heartily, stroking his beard and nodding repeatedly.

Zhou Qingfeng stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and slowly retreated, saying, "This disciple takes his leave."

If you make a contribution and receive a reward, it's all rightfully yours.

But now, without any effort on his part, he has received two dragon pearls from a turbid-level demonic dragon, which will help him advance his cultivation to a higher level.

This is the gratitude owed to a teacher; we should bow deeply in respect to our teacher.

Zhou Qingfeng comes from the Zhou family, a martial arts family with a lineage of Southern Fist styles. He naturally understands the weight of this kindness, which is almost no less than the kindness of his parents in giving him life. This kindness needs no further explanation; Zhou Qingfeng keeps it in his heart.

The master-disciple relationship changed from that moment on.

……

Three days later, the entire Sword Tower knew that Zhou Qingfeng had hosted a master-disciple banquet at Yipinlou, and the person he was discipleing was none other than Qiu Chengde, the city lord's steward. He also invited everyone in the city to come and eat.

Anyone who comes to offer their congratulations, even if it's just a single word, is welcome to take a seat.

Such a grand display drew the attention of all the families, sects, gangs, escort agencies, and martial arts schools in the city. For various reasons, and out of respect for Steward Qiu, they all sent representatives with gifts to offer their congratulations.

In no time, Yipinlou was packed with people, and the streets were deserted as everyone was there.

Seeing such a grand scene, Butler Qiu was dumbfounded: "Qingfeng, didn't I tell you to put on a small show?"

Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the bustling crowd and said loudly, "It's already very small. Is Master satisfied?"

"You child, you've gone to so much trouble." Although Butler Qiu's words were reproachful, everyone could see that he was beaming with pride, head held high, looking extremely pleased with himself.

Zhou Qingfeng leaned closer and said loudly, "I'm glad you're satisfied. When my disciple makes something of himself, I'll arrange an even bigger one for you. We'll hold a grand birthday celebration for all the immortals in the world, so that all the masters in the world can come and celebrate your birthday."

"My good disciple, my good disciple..." Butler Qiu was overjoyed, raising his wine glass and nodding to the guests who came to congratulate him. He put his arm around Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder and introduced him to everyone he met: "This is my disciple, Zhou Qingfeng!"

On this day, Zhou Qingfeng's name resounded throughout the Sword Tower!

Mentioning Zhou Qingfeng.

Someone said, "Look, he's Zhou Qingfeng, the little lackey of Qiu Chengde, the number one lackey under the city lord."

……