Rong Lianhu took a deep breath, feeling the coolness brought by the mountain forest, and his mood relaxed a little.

Rong Lianhu exclaimed, "This mountain is indeed different. Although it's very dry outside, you can still see some greenery here."

Qing Xuanzi nodded in agreement, and Rong Lianhu asked again, "Brother, where are we going this time?"

Qing Xuanzi looked towards the deep mountains and said, "More than fifty years ago, my master and I came to these deep mountains to look for medicinal herbs. I remember there was a cave there with an underground spring. I wonder if it still exists now. I plan to go there and take a look."

Rong Lianhu, however, noticed the time he mentioned—more than fifty years ago. He wondered how old Rong Lianhu would be now. Thinking this to himself, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother, how old are you?"

Qing Xuanzi glared at him: "Can't you focus on the main point? Didn't you hear me say there's an underground spring in the mountains?"

Rong Lianhu nodded: "Yes," and then added: "I think I shouldn't call you brother, I should call you uncle or grandpa."

Qing Xuanzi gave him a cold look: "Try calling one yourself?"

Then, with a hint of disdain, she added, "You look older than me."

Rong Lianhu was heartbroken, but he was still too cowardly to shout...

Both men were strong and healthy, and they deliberately sped up their pace. By noon, they had crossed several mountains and entered the middle of the mountains.

Along the way, Qing Xuanzi kept an eye on Rong Jiaojiao. He noticed that apart from looking around and occasionally reaching out to tug at the leaves, which would disappear if she couldn't reach them, she didn't seem to notice anything else unusual. He was slightly disappointed.

But he decided to continue observing her. He brought her into the mountains this time to see if she had any other abilities so that he could cultivate them in the future.

After finding a flat spot, Qing Xuanzi tossed out a blanket and untied Rong Jiaojiao, letting her crawl around on the ground and stretch her legs.

Rong Lianhu took out the dry rations he had prepared early that morning from his bag, intending to share them with Qing Xuanzi.

But he waved his hand dismissively, and with a wave of his hand, a large plate of steamed buns appeared on the ground. He then took out a jar of meat sauce and a jar of pickled vegetables.

Rong Lianhu swallowed hard, finally unable to resist asking, "Brother, how did you do that?"

Qing Xuanzi knew he was asking how things were carried, so he replied, "Have you ever heard of the immortal's technique of concealing the universe within their sleeve?"

Rong Lianhu nodded: "I've heard of it, but I always thought it was something from legends. I never expected you to actually know it." His tone was full of amazement.

Qing Xuanzi smiled and said calmly, "There are many things in this world that you just haven't seen. The 'Sleeve Universe Technique' simply uses some special talismans and spells to distort space and hide things inside. There are quite a few people in the Xuanmen who know this."

Rong Lianhu understood her underlying meaning; this technique wasn't something everyone could learn. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Rong Jiaojiao, who was crawling towards him as soon as she saw the steamed bun. He wondered if she could learn it in the future. If she did, it would at least cover up her special abilities.

Qing Xuanzi knew what he was thinking and pointed out, "Even if Jiaojiao can't learn it, you can still say that she has learned it. Others can't sense or verify these things."

"Besides, if my disciple, Qing Xuanzi, can't even learn a simple technique like the 'Sleeve Universe Technique,' wouldn't that be a disgrace to me?"

Rong Lianhu was relieved. As long as Jiaojiao grew up a bit and learned to hide herself, her problem would no longer be a problem. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Qing Xuanzi waved his hand and released a thermos, a baby bottle, and formula. Rong Lianhu watched Qing Xuanzi's actions. Everything was complete. His thoughtfulness made Rong Lianhu feel ashamed. He, as a father, was not as meticulous as his master.

He quickly took the thermos and baby bottle and skillfully started preparing the formula.

Looking at Rong Jiaojiao's expectant little eyes,

He said gently, "Jiaojiao, be good. Daddy will be done soon. I'll make it for you to drink."

As if she understood, Rong Jiaojiao sat obediently on the ground, watching her father's movements without blinking.

A short while later, Rong Lianhu prepared the milk powder and handed it to Rong Jiaojiao's lips.

Rong Jiaojiao took the bottle and happily drank from it, her little face full of satisfaction.

Qing Xuanzi sat down and said, "Then let's eat quickly, and continue our journey after we finish eating."

Rong Lianhu nodded, picked up a steamed bun, scooped on a spoonful of meat sauce, spread it on the bun, and handed it to Qing Xuanzi.

Qing Xuanzi waved his hand: "You eat, I'll do it myself."

After saying that, he picked up a steamed bun and ate it slowly, his gaze occasionally falling on Rong Jiaojiao.

The little one held the bottle in both hands and drank, while his eyes were fixed on the steamed buns in their hands.

A smile flashed in Qing Xuanzi's eyes. After he finished eating two steamed buns, Rong Jiaojiao also finished drinking her milk.

He picked up the steamed bun again, broke it into pieces the size of a fingernail, and fed them to Rong Jiaojiao.

After they finished eating, they immediately packed their things and prepared to continue their journey.

Seeing that Qing Xuanzi was about to carry Rong Jiaojiao in front of him again, Rong Lianhu stopped him, saying, "Brother, I'll take Jiaojiao this afternoon, you can rest."

Qing Xuanzi asked him, "Can you protect her from being scratched by branches and leaves, and protect her from being bitten by mosquitoes?"

Rong Lianhu withdrew his hand: "No."

Seeing his dejected expression, Qing Xuanzi smiled and said, "Alright, her weight won't tire me out. Hurry up and get ready to continue on your way."

"yes".

Rong Lianhu perked up again, quickly packed up the things, and put them away for Qing Xuanzi before the two continued their journey.

They continued along the rugged ridge, the path becoming increasingly steep, the trees on either side of the ridge remaining dry and sparse.

Qing Xuanzi walked steadily, as if he was already used to this kind of mountain road and was not affected at all.

"Brother, why is the road getting harder and harder to travel? How much longer until we get there?" Rong Lianhu asked, panting.

Qing Xuanzi surveyed the terrain: "We should be able to arrive before noon tomorrow."

Rong Lianhu nodded, glanced at the ever-rising mountain peaks, and continued forward with his head down.

At first, Rong Jiaojiao was babbling and talking to Qing Xuanzi. Afraid that she was thirsty, Qing Xuanzi poured the leftover cucumber juice from the morning into her baby bottle and gave it to her to drink. She fell asleep not long after drinking it.

They walked for another two hours and finally arrived at an open ridge.

Standing here, you can look down at the mountains below, with distant mountain ranges stretching endlessly, their peaks piercing the clouds, like a giant landscape painting.

Rong Lianhu stretched out his arms and said, "I finally understand what it feels like to be on top of the world."

Qing Xuanzi, however, was not interested at all. He traveled all over the country all year round, searching for all kinds of rare medicinal herbs. He had climbed all kinds of mountains, and he did not take such a mountain seriously.

He kicked Rong Lianhu and said, "Keep going. Tonight we'll cross the second mountain. There's a valley behind that mountain, and a natural stone cave in the valley. We'll rest there tonight."

Rong Lianhu sneered. After all these years, he still can't shake his habit of kicking people.