"Hahaha, Daoist Master, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for a long time." Yue Buqun's joyful voice rang out even before he arrived.

"Master Daoist, Master Daoist."

"Master Daoist."

Yue Lingshan and Lin Pingzhi were also overjoyed.

Soon the group from Mount Hua arrived at the mountain gate, and only then did they notice Zhu Houcong and his companion.

"Sect Leader Yue, how have you been?" Li Dao nodded.

"Greetings, Daoist Master."

The people of Mount Hua bowed in unison.

"Moo..."

At this moment, Niu Er also called out.

"Greetings, Brother Niu." Yue Buqun reacted quickly, bowing to Niu Er.

"Master, who are these two?"

“This is Zhu Houcong, and this is Huang Jin,” Li Daoyi said softly.

Upon hearing this, Yue Buqun looked at the two men. One of them possessed a noble air and an imposing presence, while the other was half a step behind and appeared somewhat effeminate.

"But this name sounds familiar," Yue Buqun said, somewhat puzzled.

Just then, Lin Pingzhi suddenly knelt down.

"This humble subject pays respects to Your Majesty the Emperor."

"..."

The group from Mount Hua were immediately taken aback.

Soon, Yue Buqun's pupils contracted sharply, and his body trembled as he knelt down as well.

"Yue Buqun of Mount Hua pays his respects to His Majesty the Emperor."

"Kneel down! This is the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty!" Yue Buqun quickly reprimanded the crowd in a low voice.

Only then did everyone realize what was happening, and they all knelt down on the ground in unison.

"Haha, rise! Daoist Master, I didn't expect you to expose my identity so directly," Zhu Houcong laughed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," the crowd shouted, then stood up one after another. Everyone looked extremely excited. This was the emperor! They had actually met him. No one doubted his identity, because he was with the immortal.

"Since ancient times, when emperors traveled incognito, they did so primarily to ensure their own safety."

"Emperor, do you think it's necessary for you to hide now?" Li Daoyi asked with a playful smile.

"Haha, I'm probably safer with the Taoist priest than I am under the protection of the 100,000 imperial guards in the Forbidden City," Zhu Houcong laughed upon hearing this.

"Taoist Master, Your Majesty, let's go up the mountain," Yue Buqun said.

“Niu Er, go wander around. It’s a bit difficult for you to go up the mountain with your size,” Li Daoyi said, patting the ox on the back.

It was too big; the treacherous paths of Mount Hua simply couldn't accommodate it.

"Daoist Master, I'd like to stay here and play with the Green Ox," Lin Pingzhi suddenly said.

"I want to go too!" Yue Lingshan quickly chimed in.

"Alright, you two can stay down the mountain and watch the cattle for me." Li Daoyi nodded with a smile.

"Thank you very much, Daoist Master," the two said happily.

Yue Buqun naturally did not refute this, and was even happy to do so. He then called over two people, handed them some silver, and asked them to go down the mountain to buy the best fodder.

"No need, I have some." Li Daoyi quickly refused. Then, with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen bundles of fresh hay appeared out of thin air.

"What a brilliant method! This is truly containing Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed!" the emperor exclaimed in amazement.

"Just a little trick."

Soon everyone reached the top of the mountain, and it must be said that the scenery of Mount Hua here is several times more beautiful than that of modern times.

"Did Songshan look for you?" Li Daoyi asked on the way.

"Zuo Lengchan didn't just contact me; he wrote to everyone in our Five Mountains Sword Sect, asking us to send men to fight the Demonic Sect." At this point, Yue Buqun glanced cautiously at Zhu Houcong. After all, matters of fighting and killing in the martial world were never favored by the imperial court.

"Why are you looking at me? As long as you Jianghu people don't harm the common people, it would be better if you were all dead," Zhu Houcong said with a cold expression.

"Uh..." Yue Buqun was immediately extremely embarrassed.

Before long, the group arrived at Huashan Villa, which was the location of the Huashan Sect.

"Wow, this is truly a paradise on earth! Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Sect Leader Yue, this place is wonderful!" Zhu Houcong exclaimed repeatedly.

"Daoist Master, Your Majesty, please come inside. The conditions in the mountains are rather basic," Yue Buqun said.

Just then, Li Daoyi stopped, squinted and looked towards the back mountain, where he saw a figure flash by in the sunlight.

"There's someone here." Huang Jin's expression changed instantly. Yue Buqun had just said that everyone from Mount Hua had come down to greet them, so were the people on the mountain friends or foes?

Huang Jin stomped his feet on the ground, and then, like a roc spreading its wings, he used his lightness skill to fly towards the figure. He was extremely fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Daoist Master…” Yue Buqun was startled and was about to speak when Li Daoyi stopped him.

"It's alright, let's go inside!"

"Well... alright." Yue Buqun could only nod helplessly, already understanding in his heart that it must be Feng Qingyang.

At this moment, after Mount Hua, Feng Qingyang leaped and soared towards the Cliff of Contemplation.

"How is that possible? How could that person have spotted me from so far away?" Feng Qingyang wondered.

"Someone's following us?" Then they heard a whooshing sound behind them.

"Where do you think you're going?" Huang Jin shouted.

Feng Qingyang suddenly stopped ahead.

Huang Jin landed on a rock in front of him.

"Who are you?" the two asked in unison. Then they both froze in surprise.

Huang Jin scrutinized Feng Qingyang, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Hahaha, you're a Xiantian master! I never imagined that besides those two old fogies from Shaolin and Wudang, there would be a Xiantian master in the martial world." Huang Jin laughed loudly.

“You are a member of the imperial court,” Feng Qingyang said belatedly.

"You do have some knowledge. I am Huang Jin, the Director of the Directorate of Ceremonial and the Chief of the Eastern Depot in the Imperial Household Department," Huang Jin said, bowing slightly.

"Eastern Depot? Huang Jin?" Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment. Although he was not a member of the imperial court, he knew what these two identities represented. It was self-evident that the emperor must have been among those people.

"I am Feng Qingyang." Feng Qingyang then cupped his hands in greeting.

"So it was you. You didn't die, and you even advanced to the Innate Realm. Interesting, very interesting." Huang Jin's eyes lit up immediately. Feng Qingyang was a renowned top swordsman in the martial arts world back then. When he was young, he had hoped to fight him, but later it was rumored that he died in the internal strife of Mount Hua.

The two then fell silent, a gentle breeze caressing their cheeks. Masters don't need words; a single glance is enough for them to understand what to do next.

"please…"

Huang Jin, with one hand behind his back, extended his left hand in a gesture of invitation.

"Whoosh..."

Feng Qingyang stretched out his right hand, picked up a branch from the ground, and said something.

"please."

Huashan Villa.

"Master, will everything be alright? That person just now must have been my Uncle-Master Feng." Not long after everyone was seated, Yue Buqun couldn't help but ask with some concern. He couldn't bear the thought of either Feng Qingyang or Huang Jin getting injured.

"Don't worry, Eunuch Huang, I know him. He's a martial arts fanatic. He won't stop until we have a fight, but he won't kill us," the emperor said, waving his hand.

Yue Buqun wore a wry smile.

"What, you haven't dealt with your martial uncle yet?" Li Daoyi asked.

Yue Buqun looked somewhat embarrassed.

“Daoist Master, my senior brother has always been too ashamed to speak up, after all, we were members of the Qi Sect back then,” Ning Zhongze said.

"Yes, I'm afraid my uncle is still angry," Yue Buqun sighed.

"Boom boom..."

"Clang clang clang..."

Just then, sounds of fighting came from the back of the mountain.

"A fight has broken out," Li Daoyi said.

"Whoosh..."

Feng Qingyang's branches were flexible and unpredictable, while Huang Jin's palms were soft yet contained a trace of scorching true energy. In just a short while, the two had already exchanged more than a dozen blows.

"Your swordsmanship is truly exquisite," Huang Jin exclaimed.

"Father-in-law's internal strength is indeed profound, truly remarkable." Feng Qingyang was also amazed. Huang Jin was younger than him, but his internal energy was stronger than his own.

"Again, Sunflower Illusionary Hand!" In an instant, Huang Jin transformed into three figures and rushed towards Feng Qingyang.

"Broken Sword Style".

"Leaving the Sword Style".

"Breaking Palm Stance."

Feng Qingyang split the tree branch in his hand into three, and three sword shadows met the opponent's attack in one fell swoop, instantly neutralizing the attacks of the three figures.

"Excellent swordsmanship."

"Excellent palm technique."

The two praised each other.

"Hahaha, Feng Qingyang, I'm impressed by your move!" Huang Jin laughed loudly.

"Please." Feng Qingyang said with a slight smile.

"Drink..." Huang Jin let out a soft chuckle, drew a circle in front of his chest with both hands, then turned his palms inward, his face turned red, and a puff of steam rose from the top of his head.

"Great Sunflower Palm".

Feng Qingyang's expression changed immediately, and he raised the branch in his hand.

"Nine swords return to one".

"boom…"

"call out…"

A scorching palm wind rushed towards Feng Qingyang, while Feng Qingyang's tree branch emitted a white sword aura to meet the palm wind.

"boom…"

The two collided in mid-air, producing a violent explosion. The impact caused them to slide backward a dozen steps.

"Hahaha, amazing! I haven't felt this good in a long time. Feng Qingyang, you are indeed extraordinary." Huang Jin laughed loudly.

"You flatter me, Father-in-law," Feng Qingyang said with a smile. In his heart, however, he greatly admired Huang Jin. It was truly unbelievable that a disabled person could cultivate such a powerful internal skill.

"How about we continue?" Huang Jin continued.

"Whatever." Feng Qingyang was also intrigued.

"Okay, let's do it again."

After finishing his sentence, Huang Jin circulated his internal energy, intending to continue the competition.

"call out…"

Suddenly, a sword flew through the air and hovered between the two of them.

"Taoist Master..." Huang Jin was startled and immediately stopped what he was doing.

"What is this?" Feng Qingyang stared in shock at the sword before him.

The sword pointed in the direction from which it had come, then flashed with white light and disappeared into the air.

"It's not feasible today, let's play another time," Huang Jin sighed.

"What was that just now?" Feng Qingyang was still in a daze.

"Oh, it's the Taoist priest. I suppose he doesn't want us to compete anymore. Let's go, come down with me," Huang Jin explained.

"Taoist priest?" Feng Qingyang was taken aback, as if he had indeed just seen a person dressed as a Taoist priest. But what kind of technique was that? The sword was flying around freely.

Seemingly noticing Feng Qingyang's confusion, Huang Jin burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, what? Curious? If you're curious, come down with me." After saying that, he ignored Feng Qingyang and turned to leap down the Cliff of Contemplation.

"Never mind, never mind." Feng Qingyang gave a bitter laugh, then threw down the branch in his hand and lightly leaped towards the Huashan Villa.