Since Ye Nu and the others entered that Penglai Wonderland, their days had become progressively simpler. Every day, they would first attend to their personal hygiene, then lightly cook the game hunted the previous day for breakfast. Only after finishing breakfast would their cultivation officially begin.

Except for the first month or two when Ye Wen had to teach them personally, even supervising and instructing them nearby, after this period, everyone gradually developed the habit of cultivating diligently on their own, and Ye Wen no longer needed to expend much energy persuading them.

By this time, the houses built by these thirty-some people had formed a small village. However, if Ye Wen were to describe it, it was like returning to the life they once led on Mount Shu.

“Senior Brother, this feels… quite like the old days on Mount Shu! Quiet and comfortable…” Ning Ruxue smoothed a stray strand of hair blown by the gentle breeze, speaking with her head slightly lowered.

Ye Wen did not answer, merely picking up a piece of fruit and saying with a helpless expression, “It would be even more like it if you put away the handheld gaming console in your hands, Junior Sister…”

Ning Ruxue’s hands never stopped moving; clutched between her slender, jade-like fingers was the handheld gaming console known as the 'OP.' This item originally belonged to Zhou Lei, who brought it, but was later 'confiscated' by Ye Wen and had now found its way into Ning Ruxue's possession. As for how it still had battery life after so long, that was thanks to Zhou Lei, the human-shaped power generator.

If carrying a PSP in this environment wasn't too strange—it could easily pass for something a young girl on vacation in some mountain village might have—then Ning Ruxue’s ancient-style long dress made the entire tableau drastically dissonant.

Forests, log cabins, an ancient-clad beauty, plus a PSP.

What a jarring, ridiculous sight. Ye Wen pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated that despite him changing into the long robes he used to wear to match his Junior Sister, the scene remained absurd.

Ye Wen himself didn't realize that his hair hadn't grown back, making his current attire equally unsuitable. When Xu Xian arrived leading Huang Rongrong, the scene before them seemed awkward no matter how they looked at it.

“Senior Brother…” Xu Xian murmured, “perhaps you should wear your old clothes; they suit you better.” Ye Wen glanced at his junior disciple. Although Xu Xian had also built a wooden cabin nearby, he rarely stayed home, spending his days running around with Huang Rongrong—one moment he was before you, the next he had vanished. The method of sword flight Ye Wen had taught him, Xu Xian had further refined, reportedly integrating his own insights on the Lingkong Xutu Fabu (Spiritual Void Footwork Method), making his flight style more elegant, aesthetically pleasing, and also faster!

Naturally, Ye Wen had already learned about Xu Xian’s improved flight technique through conversation. After comparing it with his own, Ye Wen found that only certain parts were applicable to him, meaning he would need to modify the method further to eventually form a flying technique uniquely his own.

This way, the Shu Shan Sect would possess three distinct sword-flight techniques: one for Ning Ruxue, one for Xu Xian, and one for himself. Future disciples would naturally have more options when learning to fly, allowing them to choose the one that best suited their cultivation.

Ning Ruxue’s flight technique excelled in agility; Xu Xian’s was characterized by elegance, visual flair, and strong bursts of power. As for Ye Wen, due to his many long-distance flights, his method emphasized endurance, or sustained power.

Each of the three techniques possessed its own merits, and it wasn't a matter of which was absolutely superior. It was just that Ye Wen's current cultivation level was slightly higher, making his flight technique appear stronger.

Speaking of flight techniques, Ye Wen suddenly remembered that not all cultivators in the cultivation world knew how to fly! He had overlooked this point previously, only noticing it later.

Newly initiated cultivators definitely couldn't fly; even those who had cultivated for decades might not master the technique.

Afterward, cultivators could rely on magical artifacts for flight, but the speed depended entirely on the quality of the artifact. This explained why cultivators often possessed several artifacts apiece.

Only upon achieving a certain level of accomplishment could one learn the flight spell. At this stage, the cultivator was approaching the Earth Immortal level. If they crossed beyond the Earth Immortal threshold, they could engage in long-distance flight using spells—like the cloud-riding technique Ye Wen had witnessed before.

In terms of flight, sword cultivators seemed to possess an inherent advantage. Since their initial cultivation methods required the assistance of a flying sword, sword cultivators were among those who encountered flight training relatively earlier.

General cultivators tended to learn later, although if one had a good master who bestowed an artifact early on, they could learn to fly sooner.

Only martial cultivators were at a disadvantage here; they could only learn to fly after breaking through the Earth Immortal barrier—a reality tied to the martial path’s focus on refining the self rather than external objects.

Of course, this didn't mean martial cultivators were at an inherent disadvantage against cultivators of equal power in early combat. Even if a cultivator could fly, their speed wouldn't be excessive, allowing a martial cultivator to attack them in mid-air using superior agility and movement techniques.

As for facing opponents of different cultivation levels, even flight wouldn't help if one was outmatched, so it was not worth comparing.

Ye Wen only learned these details recently, having overheard them during casual chats among Zhang Feng and the others. Although these individuals weren't from the core cultivation world, their specialized work gave them knowledge of such common facts, precisely the type of common knowledge Ye Wen lacked.

Regarding Zhang Feng and the others’ earnest hopes of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with true cultivators once they achieved success, Ye Wen simply viewed it as their beautiful aspirations and goals for striving forward. He thought it was excellent; after all, a person needs a goal to maintain the drive to advance. Once someone becomes perfectly content with everything about themselves, they stagnate in all aspects. Ye Wen currently possessed drive, and more than one goal at that.

To make the Shu Shan Sect stand at the pinnacle of this entire world!

This thought arose partly because he considered that if his many former disciples ascended, he would need to arrange lodgings for them. Accustomed to the status of disciples from great martial arts schools, could they adapt to the treatment afforded to minor factions?

Cultivate to a sufficiently high realm so that he could live on indefinitely!

In reality, the former goal served the latter. Only by gaining status in the cultivation world could he live more comfortably. Before, the goal was to enter that Kunlun Immortal Realm; now… he desired recognition through prestige more, as no one enjoyed being treated as a demon, facing death threats everywhere they went.

Then, if possible, Ye Wen would attempt to challenge that legendary Ascension realm. With the Penglai Immortal Realm as his backing now, the seemingly bottomless essence energy within his body, and a unique technique like the Huntian Baojian (Cosmic Mirror Canon) ensuring his power could perpetually increase, it would be a waste not to attempt ascension.

As for how to resolve the issues concerning his wives and junior brothers upon ascending, Ye Wen vaguely had methods in mind, coupled with ample time, so he wasn't overly concerned about these matters.

With a clear objective in mind, Ye Wen found his zeal for cultivation quickened considerably. Several more months passed, and he managed to bring the Earth Kunlun he had recently summoned to the realm of perfection.

The current issue was that his secret manuals couldn't keep pace with his cultivation speed. He was now forced to slow down his cultivation speed while waiting for the next summoning.

But this didn't mean he was idle, as he still hadn't completely tamed the Glazed Fire stored in his Yintang Acupoint. Furthermore, as his power deepened these days, Ye Wen could feel that this Glazed Fire was significantly more obedient than before, and the flame’s effect in transforming his body had also slightly accelerated.

“Hurry up and finish dealing with this, it’s because of this damned fire that I can’t even enter my wife’s room!”

The moment Ye Wen removed his clothes, his entire body resembled glazed jade, occasionally emitting brilliant, multi-colored light if he wasn't careful. Neither Hua Yi nor Ning Ruxue wished to sleep curled up next to a neon sign, so poor Ye Wen had been troubled by this issue.

Originally, he intended to refine it directly, but he discovered his cultivation wasn't sufficient. Now that the Earth Kunlun was perfected, Ye Wen felt there was a chance of success.

Unfortunately, the final result was less than satisfactory. Although the Glazed Fire became much calmer, truly mastering its arbitrary control remained impossible. This fire seemed unwilling to acknowledge Ye Wen as its master, retaining an obstinate, self-willed nature. This flame was only likely to react if Ye Wen truly encountered danger.

Ye Wen disliked this situation; he preferred complete control over all his powers. Having the essence of the Scarlet Fruit in his body was already enough to annoy him; now, an additional source of power had appeared. This made it impossible for him to settle down, so for a period afterward, he practiced meditation and cultivation almost without sleep, determined to fully refine that Glazed Fire.

When this fervor took hold, the surrounding group suffered. Because the Glazed Fire was fundamentally a divine flame of Buddhism, it was not something ordinary cultivators could control. Zhang Ji had only managed to manipulate it through the profound workings of formations combined with artifacts. For Ye Wen to completely refine it for his own use was, under normal circumstances, impossible before he truly attained the status of an Immortal. However, Ye Wen was protected by the Nine Provinces Cauldrons, meaning he feared no backlash from the Glazed Fire and could experiment boldly without restraint.

The result was that Ye Wen looked like a torch, spewing countless multi-colored flames that scorched the surrounding landscape until no bird or beast remained, leaving the ground barren. Even the students who had followed Ye Wen into Penglai Wonderland were forced to retreat far away. Moreover, the residences they had painstakingly built were affected by Ye Wen's cultivation fervor and were all reduced to ashes. Yet, no one uttered a complaint, nor could they have, as complaining was impossible.

Ye Wen's state inspired envy among these students, who looked forward to the day their own cultivation reached such a high level that others would have to give way.

“When will I be like the Headmaster?”

“You? Probably not even after another five hundred years of cultivation!”

“Is it that serious? The Headmaster doesn’t look that old either! If he can do it, why can’t I?”

“Haven’t you heard?”

“Heard what?”

“The Headmaster is an immortal who has cultivated for nearly a thousand years. Do you really think our Headmaster is only a few decades old?” Discussions erupted one after another. Among those who remained silent, several held their own thoughts. Take Guan Shuying, for instance; she now understood that she and her father had received an immense fortune, holding the hope of entering the celestial world. The past few months had felt like a dream, leaving her completely disoriented. Because of this, even her introductory internal martial arts practice had been a complete mess, earning her a severe scolding from her father. Only in the last few days had she gradually sobered up and returned to normal. Just as she calmed down, she encountered this event, finally dispelling any doubt that she was dreaming, as even from a great distance, she could feel the terrifying heat of the flames. At this moment, Guan Shuying resolved firmly: she must master that confounded Shu Shan Heart Sutra.