Su Chan raised her brush, stood before the table, and closed her eyes for a moment to collect her thoughts. When the laughter of the crowd finally subsided, she opened her eyes and, with solemn composure, inscribed the three characters: "Di San Xian."

The onlookers saw that Su Chan’s calligraphy was exquisite; the transitions between strokes possessed a natural, flowing grace, imbued with an indescribable dynamism and flair. Except for Li Yundong, whose handwriting was truly abysmal, everyone present was skilled with a brush, and they burst into applause upon seeing such mastery.

Su Chan put down the brush with a triumphant air and grinned at Li Yundong, saying, "Well?"

Li Yundong inwardly marveled, but on his face, he feigned anger, glaring at her: "What are you so proud of? There are still two more to write."

Li Yundong turned to Zhou Qin and commanded, "Good apprentice, it's your turn. Hurry up and save your master some face!"

Zhou Qin recalled Li Yundong’s preceding scribble, which resembled a child’s chaotic drawing, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled giggle.

Li Yundong grumbled, "Hey, are you kidding me? You’re actually laughing at your master?"

Zhou Qin quickly plastered a smile on her face and apologized, "Not at all, how would I dare?"

Li Yundong looked at her, half-believing and half-doubting, "Really? How is your handwriting? If it’s anything like mine, don't embarrass us."

Zhou Qin pursed her lips and smiled: "It's just average. Maybe just a tiny bit better than yours."

Su Chan immediately chimed in: "Just a tiny bit better? That 'tiny bit' is more like a hundred thousand miles!"

The crowd erupted in laughter. Li Yundong jokingly cursed, "You wicked girl, I'll get you back for this!"

After laughing for a while, Zhou Qin approached the table, focused her mind, and then also wrote the three characters, "Di San Xian." By now, everyone understood her background—that she was the daughter of an official who had abandoned everything to cultivate the Dao with Li Yundong. They had assumed her calligraphy skills would be limited, but when they saw it, they were struck. Zhou Qin wrote in running script; her characters were dignified, stable, and grand, carrying a powerful, unyielding spirit within every stroke.

Su Chan felt a surge of emotion seeing this, and her admiration for Zhou Qin deepened. She thought to herself: True character is reflected in one’s writing; only someone who could produce such script could accomplish what she has.

Ziyuan nodded in agreement: "Fine writing, truly fine. However, while the characters are good, they are too technical, lacking the fluidity and penetrating spirit of Su Chan’s work."

Zhou Qin also set down her brush and smiled, "That is natural. Su Chan’s writing seems as if the characters are alive and ready to leap off the page. I certainly cannot compare."

Su Chan was overjoyed by this compliment, her eyes crinkling into happy slits.

At this point, everyone except Ziyuan had finished writing. Li Yundong smiled and turned to her, "It’s your turn, Ziyuan?"

Ziyuan waved her hand, trying to decline: "Oh, perhaps not? We can just use Su Chan's. Hers is excellent."

Li Yundong chuckled, "Excessive modesty is just another form of pride. Everyone else has written; if you refuse, are you looking down on us?"

Ziyuan smiled helplessly, "Very well, then I shall show my humble attempt."

With that, she gracefully walked to the table, gathering one sleeve with one hand while lightly grasping the brush with the other.

Li Yundong observed her elegant posture; the exposed section of her wrist holding the brush revealed skin as white as snow. Even before the ink touched the paper, a unique enchantment permeated the air.

Ziyuan steadied herself, and then her brush danced across the paper like a dragon taking flight—bi zou long she. When the crowd saw the three characters, they were truly magnificent, ethereal, and imbued with an otherworldly transcendence that washed over them.

Everyone present was a connoisseur, and they roared their approval.

Zhou Qin exclaimed in admiration, "These three 'Di San Xian' are the true script of immortals; their immortal aura is unparalleled, leaving one refreshed and delighted!"

Su Chan still felt a touch of defiance. She picked up Ziyuan’s work and, as her gaze swept over the back of the paper, she clearly saw her own writing faintly imprinted beneath. She flipped a few more sheets and saw the clarity persisted. Su Chan was instantly convinced, exclaiming with deep reverence, "The True Master Ziyuan is indeed the future leader of the Ling Gong Sect. Setting aside her cultivation for a moment, this calligraphy truly penetrates the paper and reveals profound depth. Amazing, truly amazing!"

Su Chan turned to Li Yundong sincerely and said, "Yundong, please use True Master Ziyuan’s work. Hers is definitely better than mine."

Li Yundong chuckled and gently stroked her head, "Are you absolutely certain now?"

Su Chan nodded, her face smiling, but a fleeting shadow of sadness crossed the corner of her eye.

Li Yundong noticed it, and a thought struck him. After letting the group discuss for a while, he saw Su Chan find an excuse to retreat to her room. He then secretly tucked away the sheet she had written and followed her there.

Su Chan started when she saw Li Yundong enter, then immediately pouted: "You came to mock me, didn't you? Go ahead and laugh; it’s my own fault for being less skilled."

Li Yundong walked over with a smile, took the little girl into his arms, set her on his lap, held her tightly, and gave her a resounding kiss. He spoke softly, "Silly girl, look what I have here." He then produced a folded piece of paper.

Su Chan recognized it as her own calligraphy. She said mournfully, "Isn’t this just my writing? It’s not as good as True Master Ziyuan’s, so it can’t be used for the plaque. Why bring it here? To tease me?"

Li Yundong said gently, "Foolish girl, while Ziyuan’s script is excellent and worthy of being framed as the sign, that was the consensus choice. In my heart, I love your version the most."

Su Chan froze, looking up at Li Yundong, confused: "Why? Isn’t my writing as good as True Master Ziyuan’s?"

Li Yundong chuckled and playfully tapped the tip of her nose: "You’re so dense. Because you wrote these characters, I like them the most! Deciding whose writing is objectively the best is one thing, but choosing whose script you prefer is entirely another."

Hearing this, Su Chan was deeply moved, looking at Li Yundong with tear-filled eyes, "Yundong, you are so good to me!" With that, she melted into his embrace, as if wishing to merge entirely into his body.

Li Yundong held her close and laughed, "Are you very touched?"

Su Chan lifted her head, wiped a tear away, and nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

Li Yundong opened one hand, palm up: "Then give me back my scribbles?"

Su Chan instantly broke into laughter, struggling to climb off his lap, "Fine! So you only wanted your terrible scribbles back! No, no, this is my future heirloom; I’m going to pass it down for generations!"

Li Yundong wrapped his arms around her, preventing her escape, and playfully scolded, "You audacious little thing, daring to defy this master! I’ll wrestle you for it today!"

After a period of playful struggling, Li Yundong finally managed to cheer Su Chan up. When they walked downstairs together, the girl's unhappiness had completely vanished. Li Yundong addressed Ziyuan and Zhou Qin: "Since the shop name is decided, I propose we split up. One group goes to the shop, and the other goes to the Bureau of Industry and Commerce to register. What do you think?"

Ziyuan nodded, "Good, let’s do that!"

Zhou Qin volunteered immediately: "I'll go to the Bureau then. I’m more familiar with those procedures."

Li Yundong smiled, "I would have sent you anyway. Out of everyone here, you understand those bureaucratic matters best. If you don't go, who will?"

Zhou Qin smiled slightly, "Alright, I'll head over shortly then."

Li Yundong nodded, "Good. We’ll head to the shop shortly after to discuss how we want to renovate the new place."

After settling their plans, Li Yundong, Ziyuan, Ruan Hongling, and a large contingent from the Fox Charm Gate marched toward the pedestrian street. Since the shop space had already been cleared, Li Yundong had received the keys the previous day after signing the lease agreement. Upon entering, the group immediately began discussing and debating renovation and design ideas.

As they were deep in the heat of planning, several figures stood watching the shop from a distance not far down the pedestrian street.

These individuals were dressed in ordinary civilian clothes. One was short and stout—the disciple of the Zhengyi Sect who had helped Zhang Tianhe haul the iron pagoda down the mountain earlier. The other was a beautiful young woman—Zou Ping. Standing beside Zou Ping was a tall, thin young man whose appearance was unremarkable, but whose bearing was extraordinary, his eyes sharp as lightning.

The young man looked into the shop and chuckled: "Junior Sister, is this the Lord Li who single-handedly repelled the major sects? He doesn't look like much, mingling with a bunch of fox spirits. How much cultivation could he possess? I suspect he’s all reputation, no substance."

Zou Ping snorted coldly: "Senior Brother, although this fellow is fond of women, his actual cultivation is undeniable! Junior Brother Huyan, isn't that right?"

The Zhengyi Sect disciple named Huyan said in a deep voice, "Senior Sister Zou Ping speaks the truth. This man’s cultivation should not be underestimated. Senior Brother, you must be cautious!"

The young man remained unconvinced, sneering: "Rolling around in a den of women all day, no matter how powerful he is, he must have limits! I bet even his inner elixir is spurious. Heh, Zhang Tianhe actually lost to trash like this. When the time comes, I will shatter his myth of invincibility!"

When Ziyuan was reputed to be the foremost young master in the cultivation world, almost every cultivator showed her a degree of deference. Even powerful young experts hesitated to challenge her for the top spot—first, because they admired her beauty and grace, second, because Ziyuan’s own strength was formidable, and third, because defeating her wouldn’t bring much glory.

But now that the mantle of number one had fallen upon Li Yundong, countless young cultivators were beginning to feel restless.

This young man was none other than Wang Lingfei, the direct disciple of Celestial Master Zhang, and Zhang Tianhe’s senior martial brother. His cultivation was no less than Zhang Tianhe’s, but because Zhang Tianhe was Celestial Master Zhang’s son, his status within the sect far exceeded Wang Lingfei’s. Wang Lingfei had always held his junior martial brother in slight contempt.

Zhang Tianhe got all the benefits, learned all the best techniques, and consumed all the immortal pills and elixirs, yet his cultivation never surpassed Wang Lingfei's.

Wang Lingfei heard that Zhang Tianhe was defeated in a single move by Li Yundong and felt even more schadenfreude, thinking to himself: Zhang Tianhe lost in one move. If I can defeat Li Yundong, I will not only achieve fame in a single battle but also prove myself before the Sect Master. Why wouldn't I do it?

Zou Ping sensed his ambition and, with a little encouragement, Wang Lingfei followed her here.

Zou Ping noticed Wang Lingfei’s overwhelming arrogance, which also seemed to belittle Zhang Tianhe, whom she secretly admired. She felt displeased, pursing her lips with an expression of dismissal, but this flicker of emotion vanished quickly. She let out a cold laugh: "Senior Brother, we will cover your flank."

The young man snorted, "Why would I need flank support? I can handle this myself."

He was about to step forward when he suddenly saw four young men, looking like ruffians, casually push the door open and enter the shop.

The young man paused. Seeing that the interior was now occupied by common mortals, he stopped, waiting for these worldly people to leave first.

The four ruffian-like young men entered the shop. If they hadn't looked closely, they wouldn't have noticed; the moment they saw the sheer number of beautiful women inside, they were stunned speechless, their mouths watering profusely.

Li Yundong saw that these men had dyed, garish hair, wore flashy clothes, and their gazes were filled with greedy, vulgar desire, as if they wanted to swallow the roomful of beauties whole in one gulp. He felt a secret displeasure and sternly demanded, "Who are you?"

Li Yundong's voice carried the force of the Secret Word Great Hand Seal technique, which jolted the ruffians back to awareness.

The leader, a punk with hair like a chicken coop, wiped the drool from his mouth, put his hands on his hips, and arrogantly addressed Li Yundong: "Hey, who’s the boss here?"

Li Yundong exchanged a look with Ziyuan; she nodded, and Li Yundong understood. He cupped his hands in greeting, "That would be me. Do you need something?"

The yellow-haired punk shouted, "Nothing much, just telling you that from now on, you need to pay protection fees monthly!"

Li Yundong found this absurdly laughable: Pay protection fees monthly? Who did this punk think he was? Did he think this was the old society? Did he think this was Hong Kong? Did he think he was Wen Qiang?

The others from the Fox Charm Gate also found the situation bizarre, thinking to themselves: These idiots really don't know death. They're trying to extort protection money from our Sect Master? Are they looking to die?