Yuwen Tuo had initially thought it quite strange to suddenly possess this pair of eyes, and given that his current appearance was indeed handsome, imitating the renowned Yuwen Tuo seemed like no great matter.

After all, as a transmigrator, it would be impossible to claim he didn't secretly see himself as the protagonist! Having undergone such an outlandish event as transmigration, anyone would start imagining a smooth journey to the pinnacle of success.

But now, he was beginning to doubt whether his future path would be so easy, primarily because of the master he had just taken.

When he first awoke in the icy expanse and saw a beautiful woman clad in armor with pure white wings, he assumed he had landed in a setting akin to medieval Europe, filled with magic and swords.

Of course, at first, he thought he was disoriented from playing a game and had stumbled upon an NPC specifically designed to resurrect players.

When he finally sobered up and heard some of what the Valkyrie said, he thought he had entered the realm of the Aesir under Odin. Yet, before long, he encountered an Eastern Daoist... — he was utterly bewildered, struggling to grasp precisely where he was.

He didn't glean much information from the Daoist, only learning that this world was vast, and that in the distant East, there were people like himself, as well as miraculous cultivation techniques that could lead one to become an immortal or a Buddha. At this point, Yuwen Tuo began to suspect he had indeed possessed the body of that legendary figure, meaning he had arrived in the world serving as the backdrop for that game.

Turning thoughts over a thousand times, he seriously contemplated the path ahead. He felt the most pressing need was finding a master to learn from. Originally, the Daoist Yuxuan seemed the most suitable, but the old Daoist adamantly refused to take him as a disciple, leaving him quite helpless.

This was especially true after he suffered a setback—... once his body recovered its health, the Valkyrie drove him out of the Valhalla of the Gods, deeming that a mere mortal could not remain there indefinitely, even after he clearly expressed his affection for the Valkyrie and swore eternal protection over her.

Regrettably, one sentence from the Valkyrie sent his heart plummeting into the abyss: "What capability do you have to protect me? Furthermore, mortals and gods can never be together!"

At that time, he didn't grasp the crucial point. It wasn't until he met Yuxuan and accidentally helped the old Daoist that he understood the core issue: the vast disparity in lifespan was an insurmountable chasm. Moreover, the life the Valkyrie led was not entirely pleasant; as the sole survivor of Odin's lineage, she had to guard the Gods' Cemetery single-handedly and could die at any moment battling other divine clans.

From that moment on, he embarked on the path to becoming stronger, until he encountered Ye Wen and unexpectedly heard the name of the Shu Mountain Sect: Had I arrived in the world of the Swords of Legend?

But this notion shattered when Ye Wen produced that detector. From initial recognition to closer inspection where he identified its origin, Yuwen Tuo finally realized he was not the only extraordinary person in this world. He soon learned that this world maintained an extremely close connection with Earth.

It could be said that to these Immortals, transmigrators were essentially no different from cultivators who had ascended through their own efforts. Perhaps even less significant, because those ascending cultivators arrived in the Immortal Realm through their own power and were inherently outstanding talents, whereas transmigrators "had nothing."

Thinking this way, Yuwen Tuo considered himself rather fortunate; at least the aptitude of this body was outstanding. Upon meeting Ye Wen, he was immediately favored and marked for careful guidance under his wing—though he still didn't know if this Shu Mountain Sect was the one he recognized from his previous life, at least having taken the Sect Master as his teacher was quite satisfying.

After chatting intermittently throughout the night, Ye Wen gradually pieced together Yuwen Tuo’s situation. By then, the rain outside had stopped. Daoist Yuxuan glanced toward the cave entrance, seemingly contemplating whether to depart immediately?

Just then, the communicator rang again. With Yuwen Tuo watching with a thoroughly strange expression, Ye Wen smiled, fitted the communicator on, and upon connecting, heard Cui Jun's voice.

"Is that old coot still with you?"

The "old coot" naturally referred to Daoist Yuxuan. Ye Wen glanced at Yuxuan, noticing him turning with an awkward smile. The sound from the communicator was too loud; although Yuxuan wasn't sitting nearby, he still heard it.

"He is!"

"Good then, tell him to bring Huang Tianhua's corpse to Shu Mountain immediately. No need to waste a ready-made strong back!"

Although this was already the plan, Ye Wen was surprised by Cui Jun's urgency: "So fast? Has something happened?"

Cui Jun was direct and explained the situation.

It turned out that as soon as Cui Jun sent his transmission talisman, it caused Huang Feihu extreme agitation. The son he thought he would never see again still had a body recoverable. Though deceased, it was far better than having no news at all.

Thus, Huang Feihu quickly made minimal preparations and sent a reply using the best talisman he possessed—this talisman arrived almost instantly upon being sent to the recipient's hand, making it incredibly fast, but also very difficult to create; not everyone in the Immortal Realm possessed one. Even Huang Feihu, the Great Emperor of Mount Dongyue, didn't have many, reserving them only for emergencies.

Upon learning news of his beloved son, he used this item in his haste, briefly conveying his message to Cui Jun, and set off riding his Five-Colored Divine Ox without even taking an attendant.

Cui Jun had just received Huang Feihu's message and was contacting Ye Wen to ask Yuxuan to bring Huang Tianhua’s corpse back along the way: "Aside from that? Keep those few magic treasures, Sect Master Ye, for yourself!"

"Oh? These items don't need to be returned to the Huang family?"

Cui Jun chuckled: "The Great Emperor of Mount Dongyue explicitly stated that merely seeing his beloved son's corpse suffices; those external objects hold little meaning whether they remain or not!" This statement made the intent perfectly clear: Huang Feihu cared little for the artifacts; he only wished to see his son one last time, even if it was only a corpse.

"As for that Jade Qilin... Sect Master Ye should ask the Qilin its own opinion!"

The Qilin was an intelligent divine beast, possessing immense innate power even at birth. Huang Tianhua's Jade Qilin had accompanied him for an untold amount of time; if it truly wished, it could likely have transformed into human form long ago!

Such an auspicious beast probably wouldn't remain permanently as a mount. Now that Huang Tianhua was dead, the Jade Qilin was unlikely to return to the Huang family, as it had only recognized Huang Tianhua as its master, not become a domesticated beast for the Huang clan.

Ye Wen turned and looked at the Qilin resting with its eyes closed, nodding to show he understood. However, judging by its current state, even if it wanted to return, it couldn't; it needed to recuperate with him for a while longer.

"That's all for now, I'm hanging up!"

Cui Jun concluded his instructions and cut the call, turning back to his own pressing matters. After all, it would take Huang Feihu some time to arrive, and Yuxuan couldn't bring back Huang Tianhua's corpse instantly. During this period, he could continue with his routine rather than focusing solely on this issue.

Ye Wen casually put away the detector, then stood up and cupped his hands toward Yuxuan, about to speak, when the Daoist rose and approached him, chuckling: "I heard everything. That old gourd loves conscripting labor. Alright, leave this matter to me!"

With a casual lift, Huang Tianhua's corpse floated up out of nowhere, hovering before Yuxuan. The old Daoist swept his sleeve, and the sleeve, which was not particularly wide, suddenly expanded enormously, enveloping the corpse. Then, Ye Wen blinked, and the corpse of Huang Tianhua was gone; Yuxuan's sleeve had returned to its original size, as if the event had been a trick of the eye.

"This magic of 'Universe Within the Sleeve' is truly convenient."

Eastern cultivators generally possessed some means of storing items. Once powerful Daoist masters reached sufficient cultivation, they would all learn Sleeve Universe. However, executing this spell with such fluidity and ease was not achievable by just anyone. Most cultivators still preferred using pouches or satchels to carry things.

As Ye Wen marveled whether he should learn this trick, the Jade Qilin suddenly opened its eyes, glared at Yuxuan, and let out a low, baring snarl.

Ye Wen knew the Qilin was worried about its master, so he walked over, explained the situation roughly to the auspicious beast, and asked, "Do you wish to return with him?"

The Qilin had calmed down by then. It glanced reluctantly at Yuxuan's sleeve again before shaking its massive head.

It also understood that accompanying the body back would be pointless. Since Huang Tianhua was dead, guarding his corpse for so many years had been a duty fulfilled to its former master. There was no need to rush to the Huang family to become a mount for other members—even the Qilin possessed pride.

Thus, after contemplation, the Qilin felt that parting this way honored the connection between master and servant. It settled back down, cast one last look at Yuxuan, and closed its eyes to rest.

Ye Wen patted the Qilin's head, only to find the beast glaring at him, so he awkwardly withdrew his hand: "In that case, stay by my side for now, and recuperate from your injuries first!"

The Qilin thought it over, then finally nodded, closing its eyes once more! This time, when Ye Wen touched its head, it didn't open its eyes to glare at him.

In a matter of a few exchanges, everything was settled. When Ye Wen turned back, Daoist Yuxuan had vanished.

"When Daoist Master saw my Master talking to that Qilin, he turned into a streak of light and disappeared instantly!" Yuwen Tuo had seen a flash of brilliance, and then Daoist Yuxuan was gone. Only then did he realize that the methods of these Immortals were far more exaggerated than he had imagined. If that old Daoist had truly wanted to shake him off earlier, he likely wouldn't have stood a chance of catching up.

Viewed this way, the old Daoist possessed decent character; he wouldn't shirk or avoid matters that fell to him.

Seeing Ye Wen turn back, Yuwen Tuo couldn't help but ask, "Master, will I be able to do that in the future?"

Knowing he was asking about the technique of flying away as light, Ye Wen didn't need to think much: "Our sect naturally possesses the method of Sword Flight. As long as you diligently practice our sect's core techniques, you will learn it sooner or later!"

"Sword Flight?" Yuwen Tuo's face lit up with excitement, making a stance as if balancing on a skateboard: "That must be so cool, right?"

Ye Wen gave him a look of disdain: "Who told you Sword Flight involves stepping on the sword to fly? If you want to ride a skateboard, I can have Senior Brother Zheng craft a magic item for you!"

Yuwen Tuo awkwardly scratched his hair, uncertain what Sword Flight looked like if not that. Finally, Ye Wen explained: "You'll know when day breaks; your Master will personally take you flying."

Their purpose in coming out was to search for Star Sand, but now they were embroiled in so many side issues that the main objective hadn't progressed at all, which gave Ye Wen a headache.

Artemis, silent for a long time, remained seated without interrupting. It wasn't that she couldn't understand; having fought the Eastern Immortal Realm often, she was familiar with Eastern speech. It was simply that she didn't wish to interject. However, she had clearly understood all the preceding conversation. While she didn't fully grasp what being accepted as a disciple entailed, she understood the general concept of taking a master.

She scrutinized the young man from head to toe until Yuwen Tuo's face flushed deeply. Then, she turned to Ye Wen and asked, "The divine power he carries is too weak. Can he truly become strong?"

Although she knew Eastern cultivators were formed by ordinary people achieving mastery through practice, Artemis remained skeptical of such matters. She had always believed that Eastern powerhouses possessed some special innate talent to become strong—in essence, she thought Eastern strongmen were born powerful, just like the Gods of Olympus.

Ye Wen smiled: "I was far weaker than him back then."

This was no lie. The moment Ye Wen opened his eyes, he had been beaten nearly to death and lay bedridden for several days before he could even move, followed by a long recovery period before he returned to normal.

Although Yuwen Tuo had never cultivated before, the resilience of this physical body was far greater than Ye Wen's had been. Even if Ye Wen had possessed internal arts back then, he probably couldn't guarantee defeating the current Yuwen Tuo relying only on physical strength—assuming their skills were comparable.

However, Artemis couldn't possibly believe these words, taking them as Ye Wen talking nonsense. She pouted and tossed out, "I will never believe such a thing."

After all, Ye Wen's current strength was too immense. Artemis had no real gauge of how truly powerful he was, only being certain that if Ye Wen decided to use force against her, she would have very little room to resist.

Turning around, she walked back to where she had rested earlier with proud steps, then looked regretfully at the gown she had torn. She was very fond of this dress, but now one side was ripped, turning it into something resembling a high-slit gown.

Though it could be mended, it would inevitably bear a flaw.

Ye Wen chuckled lightly at her demeanor: "In the end, she's still a woman." Then he called out: "Don't regret it; I have plenty of clothes like that. If necessary, I can give you a few sketches, and you can have the tailors on Mount Olympus make you a few more."

Artemis turned to look at Ye Wen, said nothing, but gave a soft "Mm," in acknowledgment.

Seeing her reaction, Ye Wen didn't press the conversation. When he turned back, he saw his newly accepted disciple, Yuwen Tuo, staring at him with astonishment.

"What is it?"

"Is the Goddess of the Moon our Master's Lady?"

It wasn't surprising that Yuwen Tuo would think that. Although the brief exchange between Ye Wen and Artemis seemed casual, it revealed a deep familiarity between them. Coupled with the way he had just witnessed the Moon Goddess treating men, the contrast with Ye Wen was like heaven and earth.

"Uh... no."

Yuwen Tuo responded with an "Oh," but didn't give up, pressing further: "Not now, but what about in the future?" Not now doesn't mean not later.

The result was Ye Wen fixing him with a sharp look: "What nonsense are you asking? Is that something you should inquire about?"

At Ye Wen's sharp rebuke, Yuwen Tuo realized that although his Master also came from Earth, he was ultimately not a friend with whom he could joke and play casually. A Master was a Master; they were not merely a mentor! He immediately bowed his head respectfully and admitted his error: "Disciple understands."

"Forget it, it's not a major issue." Seeing his reaction, Ye Wen felt he had achieved his goal. He was concerned that if he treated Yuwen Tuo too casually, the young man might forget that Ye Wen was his Master and that this world was different from Earth. After all, the era Yuwen Tuo lived in had long forgotten such strict formalities, so a minor correction was necessary to maintain his authority as Master.

Yuwen Tuo furtively glanced at Ye Wen. Seeing that his Master was truly no longer angry, he breathed a sigh of relief and then inquired about the sect matters: "Master, what ultimate skills does our sect possess?"

Ye Wen chuckled, adopting an air of inscrutable wisdom as he looked at Yuwen Tuo: "Our Shu Mountain Sect has quite a few ultimate skills. As for which ones you can learn in the future, that will depend on your talent and how diligently you strive."

Seeing Yuwen Tuo's excitement, Ye Wen added: "But moves are ultimately dead; people are living! So, flexible application is what matters. Do not overlook the essence while striving for better or stronger techniques."

Nodding, the slightly enlightened Yuwen Tuo understood the principle, though whether he could truly integrate it into practice remained uncertain.

After a few more words, Yuwen Tuo asked again: "Master, what are we here to do?"

"To find something."

"Find something?"

"To find a specific kind of sand..." Ye Wen then recounted the situation regarding the Artisan God of Olympus manufacturing the Cloths, which astounded Yuwen Tuo immensely.

"The Gold Cloth?" Yuwen Tuo blinked, and upon seeing Ye Wen nod, he eagerly asked: "Can you get a set for your disciple?"

"You?" Ye Wen considered it. He suddenly realized this wasn't impossible. The Holy War was severely short on personnel this time, and Yuwen Tuo needed tempering. Throwing this disciple into the Holy War could serve as valuable experience.

However, if his disciple were to study martial arts under him, wouldn't that result in a Gold Saint who practiced Kung Fu?

"That should be interesting, right?"

As for the constellation, Ye Wen decreed it imperiously for Yuwen Tuo: "The Gold Cloth of Libra is yours! Your Master will also teach you the corresponding techniques."

Yuwen Tuo looked displeased; he wasn't particularly fond of the Libra Cloth's appearance: "Rozan Sho Ryū Ha (Ascending Dragon of Mount Lu)?"

"Wrong! It's the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms."

Firs...