My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Fu Wenshen, the swordsman in green robes, turned around.

Looking into his apprentice's clear and bright eyes, he explained, "Ah Xing, what this means is that in this world, some people live a life of luxury and waste yet are never satisfied, while others live in hunger and cold, and even freeze or starve to death."

"Oh." Ah Xing nodded, looking confused, and then continued, "Isn't this normal? If I hadn't met Master, I would have starved to death long ago."

Fu Wenshen felt slightly helpless and did not explain further to him.

Ah Xing had been a homeless child since childhood, and many things had to be taught to him from scratch. But in his opinion, no amount of preaching could compare to personal experience.

He strode forward, with Ah Xing following closely behind, his eyes never leaving the ancient sword at his master's waist.

The scabbard was made of driftwood, with a warm luster and clear texture, subtly revealing its extraordinary nature.

He asked curiously, "Master, you said you're ranked ninth in the mountains, so how powerful must the eight people ahead of you be?"

"You rascal, you can't even stand on your own two feet, so don't be so ambitious." Fu Wenshen smiled and patted his head. "When you come back to Wushan with me in the future, you'll see that there are many hidden talents there, and you'll naturally have the opportunity to witness their brilliance."

When Fog Hill was mentioned, Ah Xing's eyes lit up.

He had already heard countless legends about Fog Mountain from his master: it was a mysterious and unpredictable fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, inhabited by an ancestor who lived for two hundred years, blooming with ice lotus flowers ten feet wide, and cranes that could speak human language... All of this filled Ah Xing with longing.

Just as Fu Wenshen was about to speak, his sword suddenly trembled, as if issuing a warning.

A cool, clear voice rang in his ear: "Not bad."

The swordsman instantly became alert, his gaze piercing through the crowd, finally settling on a girl in a white dress raising a glass to him from the window of the second-floor restaurant.

The girl had a beautiful face, with a hint of aloofness between her brows.

He nodded slightly in greeting, then turned and walked towards the restaurant. Ah Xing quickly followed, wondering why his master had suddenly changed direction.

Upon entering the restaurant, diners gathered in small groups, and waiters served them attentively. The noise was overwhelming, but Fu Wenshen kept his eyes straight ahead and led his apprentice up to the second floor.

When Chu Lengyu saw him approaching, she smiled slightly, put down her wine glass, but did not get up.

Her gaze lingered on the ancient-looking sword for a moment, then she raised her head, looked directly at the swordsman, and asked, "What is the name of this sword?"

Fu Wenshen found that he could not see through her true intentions. While puzzled, he took off the sword from his waist, held it horizontally in front of him, and introduced it generously: "This sword is named 'Clumsy'."

"Can I take a look?"

"nature."

As soon as Fu Wenshen finished speaking, and was about to step forward to hand it over, Chu Lengyu beckoned and took the clumsy sword. The sword seemed to have a spirit, and it hummed gently in her palm.

Her ability to manipulate objects from a distance caused his pupils to shrink. He never expected that upon arriving in the capital city, he would encounter such a young "Grandmaster of the Innate Realm" on a bustling street.

The sound of the sword's cry surprised him even more. It was not hostility, nor provocation; the sword was excited, or even thrilled.

But he noticed that the girl was not carrying a sword, and her hands did not have calluses from practicing swordsmanship. She did not seem like a swordswoman, but rather a young lady from a wealthy family who never lifted a finger.

He couldn't help but wonder to himself why his clumsy sword was making a sound.

Chu Lengyu examined the sword, then casually pushed it back to the weathered-looking swordsman, asking curiously, "I overheard your disciple saying that you are ranked ninth in the Misty Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, Ah Xing exclaimed in surprise, "You could hear that too?!"

The distance between here and where they had just been talking was at least twenty feet, and in the middle of a bustling city, they could clearly hear their conversation. Could this beautiful woman in front of them be some kind of old monster?

Fu Wenshen waved his hand and pushed his disciple back, scolding him in a low voice, "Ah Xing, don't be rude. I once said that those who reach the Innate Realm have keen senses and can hear what ordinary people cannot hear and see what ordinary people cannot see. Have you forgotten?"

Ah Xing pursed her lips in grievance, secretly thinking to herself: Master, you said these things, but you never said that you would meet such a young and beautiful innate master!

Chu Lengyu did not immediately correct his terminology regarding realms, but instead suggested with interest, "Since we've met by chance, why not have a little sparring?"

Fu Wenshen pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Meeting this woman is a matter of fate. We might as well take this opportunity to exchange martial arts insights, and perhaps we can benefit from it.

After making the decision, he looked troubled and hesitated, asking, "Here?"

The clash between these two innate talents in the bustling city will inevitably cause a huge uproar and harm innocent people.

If he were to ruin the market on a whim, the compensation would be a considerable expense. He was short of money and couldn't afford it.

If I were imprisoned by the Jingzhao Prefecture for this, and then had to ask the Shifang Monastery to redeem me, I'd probably be laughed at by my old friends for years to come.

"Don't worry, go ahead and attack." Chu Lengyu saw through his concerns, but remained seated calmly, displaying an air of "one man guarding the pass."

"Sister, my master is really amazing, really amazing." Ah Xing couldn't help but interject, both worried that this beautiful sister would be taken advantage of and proud of his master.

He had personally witnessed how his master, alone with his sword, fought his way to the capital city, single-handedly taking down countless bandit camps and thief hideouts.

However, Fu Wenshen knew that the girl in front of him was probably not speaking without reason. She looked young, but the composure and confidence she exuded in her every move were that of an extraordinary person. Could she really be some kind of senior who had mastered the art of eternal youth?

He asked tentatively, "Does the young lady not use weapons?"

"No need," Chu Lengyu shook her head.

She erected a transparent spiritual energy shield to protect herself and urged, "Just give it your all."

In her view, the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from this man were only equivalent to the second level of Qi Refining. He could indeed be considered a top expert among mortals, but in her eyes, he was just a junior in the early stage of Qi Refining.

He would have a hard time breaking through this Foundation Establishment level spiritual energy shield. If he succeeds by accident, then Wushan really does have some skill.

Seeing her so confident and overconfident, Fu Wenshen knew that everyone in the Innate Realm had their own abilities, so he said no more.

His journey away from the mountains was precisely to find opponents who could put pressure on him, so as to break through his own limitations.

This was his first battle since arriving in the capital city.

Fu Wenshen's eyes were sharp as he slowly drew his longsword.

This sword, named "Clumsy Sword," though lacking in ornate decorations and dazzling sharpness, accompanied him through countless days and nights, witnessing his journey to becoming a master swordsman.

The moment the sword was drawn, it seemed as if the sound of a sword echoed, or as if a gentle breeze was blowing through bamboo leaves, bringing a touch of coolness.

However, this was merely an illusion, because the sword itself made no sound; it lay quietly in Fu Wenshen's hand, its blade simple and unadorned.

"Miss, be careful." Fu Wenshen warned softly, then his figure blurred into a blurry green shadow, rapidly approaching Chu Lengyu.

The sword tip drew a streak of light in the air, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, dazzling and swift.