"Hey ha, hey ha, hey ha."

Early in the morning, Hong Qigong was awakened by the boy's shouts. He rubbed his eyes and straightened up from beside the campfire.

Li Daoyi remained seated to the side, eyes closed as if in deep meditation, while the woman in red fed grass to the blue ox.

"Guo'er, watch your punching speed and angle," Mu Nianci said.

Yang Guo stood in a horse stance, his hands constantly waving his fists forward in a longing manner.

"Mother, I don't like practicing boxing, I want to practice swordsmanship," Yang Guo complained as he demonstrated.

Just then, Li Daoyi, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly spoke.

"Punch before sword. With a foundation in fist, sword practice becomes easier. Sword practice is essentially an extension of fist practice; swordsmanship is an extension of fist techniques."

"If you can't even master boxing, how can you wield a sword?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo stuck out his tongue and quickly replied.

"Yes, I understand, Master."

Hong Qigong, standing to the side, agreed with Li Daoyi's words. Although he did not practice swordsmanship, as a grandmaster, he still had considerable knowledge.

"Seventh Master, you're awake," Mu Nianci said.

"Haha, Old Beggar ate his fill last night and slept very well," Hong Qigong said, stretching.

"Moo..."

At this moment, Niu Er, having finished eating, let out a happy shout.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't get a good look last night, your ox is really handsome." Hong Qigong's eyes lit up, and he got up and walked towards the blue ox.

Seemingly having heard the praise, Qingniu nodded to Hong Qigong.

"This... could it understand human speech?" Hong Qigong was taken aback.

Niu Er's eyes revealed a human-like look as he glanced at Hong Qigong, then walked towards Li Daoyi, slowly lowering his large head and nuzzling against Li Daoyi.

Li Daoyi also reached out and gently stroked the bull's head, and the blue bull comfortably closed its eyes.

Seeing this, Hong Qigong was so surprised that his mouth dropped open.

Half an hour later, Yang Guo finished practicing his skills, and the group set off to leave the cemetery.

On the oxcart sat Dongfang Bubai and Mu Nianci. However, the speed had slowed down considerably.

"Guo'er, pay attention to your qi. When practicing lightness skills, you need to channel your qi to your legs and feel that agility. Don't be impatient," Dongfang Bubai said from the oxcart.

Along the way, Dongfang Bubai kept correcting Yang Guo's way of practicing lightness skills, while Li Daoyi followed the oxcart at a leisurely pace, as did Hong Qi.

Hong Qigong had been secretly observing Li Daoyi, but he was getting more and more alarmed. The other man was breathing evenly and had a calm expression. Then he looked down at his feet and saw a shocking scene: Li Daoyi's legs were off the ground, and he was standing on air.

"Hiss... What kind of lightness skill is this?" Hong Qigong was extremely shocked. Even though Yang Guo had said that the other party was a celestial being descended to earth, and he had witnessed the other party's ability to summon the spirit of Yue Fei, he still harbored doubts about the claim of being a celestial being.

"What's wrong?" Li Daoyi seemed to notice Hong Qigong's unusual behavior.

"Master, are you truly an immortal?" Hong Qigong asked.

"What do you think?" Li Daoyi smiled slightly, offering no direct answer but instead remaining ambiguous.

Despite slowing down, the group still arrived in Lin'an Prefecture at noon.

The majestic city gate was already crowded with people, with merchants coming and going in an endless stream, and many ordinary people with joyful expressions, carrying various purchased items as they walked back.

"Oh dear, Daoist Master, how could I forget? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival!" Mu Nianci exclaimed from the oxcart.

"..."

No wonder the moon was so round when I came into this world; it was close to the Mid-Autumn Festival.

After the Northern Song Dynasty was conquered by the Jin people, the Song court moved south and eventually the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty was Lin'an, the western capital of the Wuyue Kingdom during the Five Dynasties period. From then on, Lin'an became the new political, economic and cultural center of the Song Dynasty, with hundreds of thousands of households and a population of over one million.

The appearance of Li Daoyi and his group quickly attracted the attention of those around them. Taoist priests, beggars, beautiful women, and children—it was impossible for them not to attract attention.

Before long, a few people lined up. The guards looked at this strange group of people, and then at the beautiful woman in red on the oxcart. They couldn't help but let them pass.

"Wow, so many people! It's much bigger than our town." As soon as he entered the town, Yang Guo was drawn to the bustling streets.

"Hehe, Daoist Master, gentlemen, this old beggar will take his leave first. I'll come back to find you another day." Hong Qigong chuckled, then used his movement technique to slip into the crowd like an eel and disappeared in an instant.

"Seventh Master is still the same as ever," Mu Nianci sighed, shaking her head.

Li Daoyi, however, did not care about this at the moment, but looked at Lin'an City thoughtfully.

Mu Nianci had been to Lin'an before, and although more than ten years had passed, she quickly found an inn nearby where she could stay.

Fortunately, Li Daoyi was not short of money. He took out a silver ingot and booked the backyard of the inn as a place for the group to stay. The innkeeper was overjoyed.

"Daoist Master, tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Miss Dongfang and I are going out to buy some groceries, and we'll eat here tonight. How about that?" Mu Nianci said, seeing that there was a kitchen in the courtyard.

"Great, your cooking is excellent." Li Dao nodded.

"Me too! Me too!" Yang Guo shouted quickly.

After putting their things away, the three of them went straight out, leaving Li Daoyi behind.

"Open the panel."

The system panel appeared instantly.

Everything else was normal, except that I had 3,000 more points, which I got from Hong Qigong.

Li Daoyi opened the shop again and selected the items section.

"Since we've come all this way to Lin'an, how can we not make a splash and squeeze some profits out of them?"

Li Daoyi discovered that as long as he purchased items through the shop and then used those items to create events, he could easily gain astonishment points. There must be many martial artists in Lin'an, and if he did it well, he could get at least 100,000 points.

"Ghost Seal, hmm, replenish it first."

"There are still a few soul-summoning talismans left."

His gaze then fell upon a column of props.

"Black and White Impermanence Summoning Talisman, 2,000 points, summons the Yin God of the Underworld, lasting for half an hour."

“This stuff is good.” Li Daoyi’s eyes lit up.

He exchanged for the Black and White Impermanence summoning talisman, and then exchanged for many more soul-summoning talismans.

"In such a large city, with so many people dying every year, we could perhaps borrow their lingering souls," Li Daoyi thought to himself.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the city of Lin'an was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. There were lanterns, acrobatics, and delicious food. After dinner, Li Daoyi accompanied the group to stroll around the streets. Yang Guo was the happiest of all. He had never been so happy in his life. He was carrying a lot of snacks and had a sugar figurine in his mouth.

"He's still just a child." Li Daoyi sighed as he looked at the happy Yang Guo. This was not the lonely Yang Guo, nor the Yang Guo who was ostracized and bullied, nor the Yang Guo whose arm was severed by a shrewish woman. This was his disciple, Yang Guo.

"Master, thank you," Mu Nianci couldn't help but say.

“Guo’er has suffered with me since birth, and I haven’t seen him so happy in a long time.” Mu Nianci’s eyes reddened as she finished speaking.

“No need for that, isn’t he my disciple?” Li Daoyi said with a smile.

“Yes, Sister Mu, we all like Yang Guo. He will be happier and happier in the future,” Dongfang Bubai comforted her.

The commotion lasted for quite some time, until the crowds on the street gradually dispersed late at night, and the group had already returned to the inn's courtyard.

"Something will happen tonight. No matter what noise you hear, don't go out," Li Daoyi warned the three.

"What could happen?" Dongfang Bubai asked in confusion.

"Do you still remember Zhuxian Town?" Li Daoyi asked.

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Bubai's pupils contracted in surprise. However, he already understood what Li Daoyi meant, so he did not ask any further questions.

"Tap, tap, tap, be careful with fire in this dry weather."

The sound of a night watchman could be heard from the street.

Li Daoyi sat in the center of the courtyard, smiling as he opened his eyes, then took out a handful of soul-summoning talismans from his sleeve.

"call…"

The summoning talisman suddenly burst into flames, then transformed into a cloud of black gas that floated into the sky. It then silently exploded in mid-air, sending hundreds of black wisps of gas scattering in all directions.

Chen San is in his fifties. When he was young, his family died at the hands of the Jurchens. Later, he fled to Lin'an City to make a living and has been there for nearly thirty years. Watching the night watch is one of his main jobs.

"Ugh, my back hurts again." Li San walked to the street corner, found a place to sit down slowly, and stretched out his arm to pat his lower back.

Just then, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the street, causing the lanterns that had not yet been taken down the night before to sway violently.

Li San raised his hand, squinted his eyes, and muttered to himself, "This wind is too strange."

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly heard a faint sound. He turned around and looked at the street, and saw a white figure walking towards him in the moonlight, or rather, floating towards him.

"Waaaah... My child, give my child back to me..."

A woman's pitiful voice rang out.

At this moment, Li San's legs were trembling, and he stared at the scene in disbelief.

"Ghost...ghost...ghost."

Li San suddenly stood up, as if he had become twenty years younger in an instant. He ignored the lanterns placed to the side and ran straight into the distance.

At the same time, this strange scene was happening simultaneously in many places in Lin'an City. Some were streets, some were homes, and many ghostly figures appeared at the same time. Some were women dressed in white, some were old men with hunched backs and green glowing faces, some were headless bodies, and there were even children floating in the air emitting eerie laughter.

Gradually, the entire city of Lin'an was awakened by the noise. Countless people lit candles in fear, and faint sounds of ghosts could be heard in the streets.

Inside the inn, Dongfang Bubai and his companions naturally heard the commotion outside. Seeing Li Daoyi sitting calmly outside through the window, they were relieved.