Then he asked Zhang Zijiang to select some guards to accompany him up the mountain.

"Yes!" Wang Bolin was secretly delighted. It seemed that in Lord Zu's heart, he was indeed the one who could be truly trusted. He entrusted such an important matter to someone else rather than to that sycophant.

Zhang Zijiang was overjoyed as well. It seemed that his groveling and fawning had been quite effective. The dirty and hard work was all done by the man surnamed Wang, while he was invited to do the good work.

Little did Zuan know about their inner thoughts; the group traveled light and headed up the mountain.

As soon as they entered the mountains, they felt refreshed and invigorated. Zu An couldn't help but say, "This Purple Mountain is indeed a blessed land."

Zhang Zijiang said from the side, "I heard that every day when the sun rises, the sunlight shines down and creates a spectacular sight of golden mountains illuminated by the sun. At the same time, purple energy is generated on the mountain peak. It is a good thing for cultivation. Master Zu must try it when he has the chance these days."

Zuan nodded, thinking that the purple energy was probably more concentrated than ordinary primordial energy. However, he had even tried the Primordial Chaos Qi, so the purple energy might not be anything special.

Despite it being winter, the roadside was lined with lush pine and cypress trees, vibrant wildflowers, and peach and apricot blossoms everywhere. Countless medicinal herbs were also present, and the clear calls of cranes could be heard from the clouds from time to time, giving one the feeling of being in a fairyland.

Zuan thought to himself, "Such a beautiful place, do we really need to come to Daxin Civil Engineering to renovate the buildings? It would only ruin the original beauty."

However, as he went higher, he found that there were more and more people around him, which made him wonder if there were always this many people on Zishan Mountain.

Soon the group arrived at the mountain gate, where they saw several disciples of the Zhengyang Sect seemingly lost in thought, as if their souls had been captivated by something.

"Which sect are you all from? The Nine Sects of Taoism are currently holding a grand competition. Unrelated personnel are not welcome to join in the fun." A disciple with a sword waved to the group.

Judging from their attire, this group of people were not from the Taoist sect. Moreover, the leader did not show any signs of spiritual energy fluctuations and was obviously an ordinary person. However, the general beside him seemed to have some skills. He must be a young nobleman from a wealthy family who came to visit Zishan after hearing about its reputation. Such things often happened in the past.

If it were an ordinary sect, they wouldn't dare to treat these soldiers so poorly, but the leader of the Zhengyang Sect is the current imperial advisor, so he naturally has no fear of officials.

Zuan was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected that the location of the Daoist Grand Competition would be Zishan. Zhao Hao had decided to come here for the Fengshan ceremony, and all the experts from the nine Daoist sects had gathered here for the Grand Competition. Was it really just a coincidence?