"What's wrong with that? They are all my disciples, and they are my brothers too. Is it wrong for brothers to speak frankly among themselves?" Yang Yi seemed to truly gauge the ambiguity of his so-called immortal wandering based on Mu Qingfeng's actions.

"You brat!" Mu Qingfeng ignored him and addressed Xuan Hao instead, "Now that both the Master and I are back, you all go down and prepare!"

"Yes, this disciple will immediately prepare to welcome the Master and the Sect Leader back!" Xuan Hao nodded to the assembled disciples, who promptly shouted in unison, "All disciples take our leave first!"

"Go on, don't dwell on it too much," Yang Yi smiled faintly. He knew these Xuanmen disciples well—they were figures from an ancient concept, monsters possessing supreme martial arts but lacking modern minds. Thus, he treated them with appropriate magnanimity.

"Thank you, Sect Leader!" After the group departed.

Yang Yi, unable to wait any longer, asked, "You incorrigible old man, you can tell me now—what exactly is this 'immortal wandering' of yours?"

"Nothing much, just practicing some profound arts. But you—what is it that has caused you to..." Mu Qingfeng, who seemed able to instantly perceive the changes in Yang Yi, suddenly grew solemn. "What have you been through?"

"Nothing, just a series of choices," Yang Yi was reluctant to elaborate.

"Then what is the reason for your return this time?" Mu Qingfeng inquired.

Yang Yi sat down and murmured, "Only to find one person!"

"Find someone?" Mu Qingfeng glanced at Murong Lianxue, noticing how much she too seemed to have changed. He thought to himself, "It seems the news I received is true."

"You old rogue, you knew all along?" Yang Yi asked with a touch of surprise.

"Heh, you're using mind-reading techniques on me now, are you? It’s just that I don't know much, and I never paid much attention to you anyway. I always found keeping an eye on Lianxue more interesting than watching you."

"Grandpa!" Murong Lianxue shot Mu Qingfeng a look.

The latter merely smiled faintly and said, "Go on, who is it you're looking for this time?"

"The Xuanmen is renowned throughout the world for its profound arts. Despite this, there is one specific art that only one type of person, perhaps a single family, possesses. Which art do you think that is?" Yang Yi inquired.

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingfeng didn't even pause to consider, replying offhandedly, "No idea!"

Yang Yi gave him an exasperated look and said, "This time, I am seeking someone who knows the Art of Heaven and Earth’s Coordinates and Latitudes (Tiandi Jingwei Zhi Shu)!"

"The Art of Heaven and Earth’s Coordinates and Latitudes? A descendant of Zhuge?" Mu Qingfeng's eyes widened, as if deciding that Yang Yi was pursuing someone truly incredible.

"Yes, his name is Zhuge Wuming!"

"What do you want him for?" Mu Qingfeng felt the matter was far from simple; Yang Yi suddenly wanting to find Zhuge Wuming struck him as somewhat baffling.

"Someone is demanding that I apprentice myself to him and learn the Art of Heaven and Earth’s Coordinates and Latitudes," Yang Yi shook his head helplessly. While learning such skills would be excellent, whether the person would even accept him as a disciple was something Yang Yi had been struggling with.

"What? Who is doing this?"

"I don't know; I'm not clear on their background. She abducted someone close to me and set this condition for my compliance!"

"Is that so!" Mu Qingfeng looked thoughtfully at Yang Yi and said, "You want to use the power of the Xuanmen to find Zhuge Wuming?"

"Yes. My intelligence network has been searching at full capacity, and as of this morning, there is still no clue. Now, our only hope lies with the Xuanmen."

Indeed, if even the Black God Gang's intelligence network couldn't find this person, they must be extraordinary, especially bearing the surname Zhuge. Mu Qingfeng then murmured slightly, "That shouldn't be necessary. It seems I returned just in time this time."

"You know where he is?" Yang Yi suddenly looked at Mu Qingfeng with focused intensity.

Mu Qingfeng nodded. "While I know his location, he seems disinclined to meet visitors his entire life. Furthermore, the place where he resides is extremely distant from here. Also, if someone seeks a favor, though it may not be as strictly demanding as Liu Bei seeking Zhuge Liang during the Three Kingdoms period with his three visits to the thatched cottage, one must still travel to see him on foot, or nothing will be discussed. However, even if you meet him, whether he agrees to your request is secondary; in short, the probability is extremely low!"

"Young Master!"

"Brother Yi!"

"It's alright. Since you know, Old Man, we will set off tomorrow. But how long will it take to walk there from here?" Yang Yi asked.

"Ten days at most, four or five days at least! Of course, that depends on our Qinggong!"

"Is that so?" Yang Yi glanced at Feng Shi and sighed. "It seems that's the only way. In that case, Feng Shi, you return to the Black God Gang first. Handle matters in America while I am away, and if you get any news about Six Paths of Reincarnation or the others, call me directly. If the call doesn't connect, take evasive action immediately!"

"Yes, Yanran understands." Feng Shi cast a worried look at him and said, "Young Master, please be careful."

"En." Yang Yi nodded, then glanced at the solemn Mu Qingfeng, then back at Murong Lianxue gazing at him, and closed his eyes briefly.

The next day, Yang Yi, Mu Qingfeng, and Murong Lianxue had already left the borders of the Xuanmen realm at dawn. Xuan Hao stood before the main gate watching their departing figures, muttering to himself, "What trouble has the Sect Leader encountered this time that even Master is so perplexed!"

The three descended the great mountain and immediately shifted into rapid motion, their figures streaking swiftly through the forest canopy. If an ordinary person, or even someone with rudimentary martial arts knowledge, saw them at this moment, their mouths would likely gape wide enough to fit several duck eggs.

"Brat, Zhuge Wuming lives in seclusion on Mount Wuliang, where there is a temple. At our speed, we can reach there in about five days, so the ten days the other person mentioned is not an issue."

Hearing Mu Qingfeng's words, the rapidly running Yang Yi nodded. "Actually, I'm not worried about the journey itself, but what happens if we arrive and Zhuge Wuming isn't there? And what if he insists on refusing to see me?"

"That... I'm not sure about. I only had a chance encounter with him once in the past. I probably can't help you much with the details. You will have to rely on yourself for that."

"I suppose that's the only way!" Yang Yi finished, immediately urging, "Faster, increase the speed. Let's see if we can arrive before dawn."

"Good!"

What would it look like when three Grandmaster-level experts used Qinggong to run through a forest? It would be no exaggeration to call it cinematic, as the three figures were currently traversing the treetops, leaping and bounding in a manner that appeared utterly bizarre.

Meanwhile, in a certain location, the scenery was one of pristine mountains and clear waters, blessed with spiritual energy. Peach blossoms bloomed, ducks paddled in the pond, mist curled continuously, and the peaks rose steeply—it possessed the charm of a hidden paradise and the essence of an immortal realm. However, the only difference was that in this place, there was only a single household.

Behind this dwelling stood a large temple, as if the owner residing in the thatched hut measured the time of his days by the temple bell chiming.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The bell sound circled the steep peaks and valleys of the mountain forest, seemingly returning to the temple after one full rotation, giving it a mystical quality.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" A young girl playing in the courtyard, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with two small braids, possessed delicate eyebrows and clear eyes, resembling a peerlessly refined beauty untainted by the world. Her body, clad only in plain cloth, gave no indication that she possessed capital enough to drive men wild.

However, just from her clear, crisp voice, it was evident she was a stunner.

"Ahem, ahem!" A white-haired elder emerged from the thatched hut and asked her, "Xiu'er, what is it?"

"Grandpa, that one fell down."

"Hmm?" The elder saw that one of the flags in the Seven Star Diagram Formation he had set up had fallen. He immediately performed a divination by counting on his fingers, then burst into loud laughter. "What is destined to come will always come. After all these years, our Zhuge family still could not escape fate."

"Grandpa!" The beautiful girl named Xiu'er looked at her grandfather with confusion.

The elder smiled pensively. "Xiu'er, he has come to find you."

"He's coming to find me?" Xiu'er tilted her head, which was full of questioning shadows, and her confusion deepened immeasurably.

"Hahaha, so be it, so be it!" The elder laughed heartily and suddenly said, "Xiu'er, what dishes have you prepared for tonight?"

"Hehe, Grandpa, we're having shrimp tonight!"

"Shrimp? Good, good, good! Shrimp is wonderful!" The elder said with a face full of smiles.

After three days of traveling without eating or drinking, Yang Yi and his group arrived at a place called Chuling Mountain, which was dotted with numerous farmsteads. After searching for a long time, they finally found a suitable place to eat and rest.

After a satisfying meal, the next day arrived.

"Old Man, at this pace, how much longer until we arrive?" Yang Yi asked.

"Three days!"

"Three days?" A curve touched Yang Yi's lips as he looked at the morning dew and muttered, "I only hope Zhuge Wuming is still there."

"Let's go, brat!" Mu Qingfeng took the lead and vanished instantly. Yang Yi exchanged a look with Murong Lianxue, and they followed suit.