Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 505 is quite unusual.

Su Xiao bumped into Zhu Wuyao, who was picking up money bags, only because after returning home did she remember that another pastry shop had a new product today.

Normally, I would just buy it another day.

But tonight is a time for reading.

Everything was perfect, so how could it be missing just one thing? So I went out myself and picked out a few, but who knew that I would run into this matter!

Back home, Su Xiao was still feeling down. She kept thinking about the trust the little girl had shown when she defended her, and how she had almost been tricked.

She was thinking more about—

That Miss Wu certainly doesn't seem like an ordinary person.

Although he wore his hair tied up with a cloth strip and a simple white robe, he still possessed a unique and distinguished air when standing in a crowd.

But this very person is actually a fraud!

You are a beautiful woman, why do you become a thief?

This slight sense of regret and melancholy left Su Xiao feeling somewhat uneasy. Although she was a manager and had seen many hypocritical and wicked people, it was precisely because of her rich experience that she could see the extraordinary nature of this person.

Why are you frowning?

Xiao Langjun poured wine from a jug and sat down opposite Su Xiao.

Su Xiao did not take out her anger on her family because of the bad temper she had suffered outside. Seeing that Xiao Langjun was trying to comfort her, she took two deep breaths and began to recount the events of the day.

Xiao Langjun knew that Su Xiao was a humble and kind woman, and that he didn't need to say much to calm her emotions and make things clear.

He took out the storybook and laughed:

"This is truly a strange thing."

"Oh? He's just a conman, what's so special about him?"

Xiao Langjun closed his folding fan, pointed to "The Reclusive Master," and said mysteriously, "Read it first, and you'll know why I find it so strange."

Intrigued by these words, Su Xiao reached for the storybook and opened the pages.

She casually passed the snacks on the plate towards Xiao Lang and then accepted the fruit drink that was handed to her.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The story in the storybook continues.

But then the writing shifted, and the story of Chen Ke's origin began.

Prior to this, readers speculated that Chen Ke might truly be a reclusive master who had lost his memory for some reason.

Therefore, they possess the realm and the magical implements, but do not know how to use them.

He simply treated him as an ordinary person.

But no one expected that Chen Ke was not human!

Rather, it is a spiritual entity formed from the Heavenly Mystery Realm, which is inherently illusory and formless. In other words, what you think of is the appearance of Chen Ke.

This is why, after Tianxiangzi left the secret realm, he tried to pick up his brush to paint several times, but could not remember Chen Ke's appearance.

Because Chen Ke doesn't have his own appearance.

But Tian Xiangzi, a senior expert in the cultivation world, certainly knew how many dangers were hidden in the Heavenly Mystery Realm.

When Chen Ke walked towards him, he instinctively felt that this was an extremely powerful reclusive master. Because he was good at physiognomy, under the shock and vigilance, he would naturally subconsciously think that Chen Ke's appearance was unique in the world.

The reason for this setting is that Zhu Wuyao had heard in his previous life that a weasel needs to ask someone for a title to become an immortal.

Only if people say it resembles an immortal can it become an immortal.

Those who can enter the Heavenly Mystery Realm are all extremely powerful experts.

Anyone who gets to meet Chen Ke thinks he's amazing.

After about four or five years, and having received many visitors, Chen Ke finally decided to leave the mountain!

Over the years, although he had no memory of it, he had roughly figured out the situation outside the city from the visitors.

At the same time, he also learned roughly about his status from those few cultivators who were in poor health.

"Miss Ping, what do you think of my talent for weapon crafting?"

"It cannot be judged using the standards of the cultivation world!"

The reason why the weapon-refining master Ping said this was because, in her opinion, Chen Ke's weapon-refining techniques were rare in the world. Just the few strokes of the knife and chisel were ingenious and natural, which was a completely different approach!

But to Chen Ke, Miss Ping was saying that he had no talent for weapon crafting and that this path was not suitable for him to become a weapon crafting cultivator.

"Uncle Fang, what do you think of my talent in alchemy?"

"I've never heard of a method of alchemy that's as simple as stir-frying vegetables. I've learned a great deal from it today!"

Chen Ke understood again.

The old man was being sarcastic and sarcastic towards him.

If I hadn't saved his life and given the old man food, there might have been even more sarcastic remarks.

Therefore, even when Chen Ke heard the words "How can I judge my benefactor's talent?", he only took it as a compliment to his savior.

Chen Ke felt somewhat inferior.

He had intended to live a secluded life, but after six months of no one falling off the cliff, he was so bored that he finally decided to pack his bags and leave the mountain.

outside world--

"Tianxiangzi, do you know why the Heavenly Mystery Realm can no longer be entered?"

"Alas... We have bothered you several times. Perhaps the reclusive master has grown tired of us and closed the entrance."

Just as everyone was feeling regretful about this, the celestial phenomena suddenly changed!

Several senior figures stood in mid-air, gazing into the distance. They saw thunder rumbling and dark clouds swirling, yet also a burst of light rising into the sky, with lotus flowers swirling around them.

Judging by the direction, it's right at the Heavenly Mystery Realm!

Tian Xiangzi calculated with his fingers, then suddenly coughed up blood. His eyes held a mixture of surprise and fanaticism as he silently recited in his mind:

"Could it be that Chen Ke has returned from seclusion!"

While saying "It's probably something that has taken form," he was actually thinking—

"I, Tianxiangzi, must be the first to pay my respects to the esteemed Master Chen Ke, before everyone else!"

Little did he know that "something can take form and become a spirit" was the very correct answer he had already ruled out!

But let's get back to this point.

Chen Ke had just left the mountain with his luggage when he was caught in the rain.

He was in a sorry state and wanted to find an inn to take shelter from the rain. The innkeeper could not see the strange celestial phenomena that cultivators could see, only thunderstorms and dark clouds. While muttering about how changeable the weather was, he handed Chen Ke a cup of hot tea.

Chen Ke had just left the mountain when he encountered a kind person.

With no one else in the inn, the innkeeper simply brought out wine and food, assuming it was a chance to drink together, and chatted quite happily with Mr. Chen.

After the rain stopped, Chen Ke felt indebted.

Thinking of something a visitor had given him, he fumbled around for a while, then took out a small bottle and said, "This has healing properties. I have nothing of value to offer, so I can only give it to you."

The innkeeper was unaware of the elixir of immortality.

They treated it as just an ordinary pill.

But unexpectedly, several cultivators arrived, drawn by the fragrance of the medicine. In their eyes, Chen Ke was just an ordinary mortal, so they were naturally fearless and, wanting to bully the weak, immediately said:

"You audacious mortal! How dare you steal the elixir of immortality!"

The innkeeper looked around, seeing the indignant cultivators and realizing that Chen Ke was merely a mortal without the power to avoid the rain, he glanced down at the medicine bottle in his hand, his heart filled with anger, and simply said:

"You! I have treated you with sincerity and have no other requests! I only consider it a matter of fate that we drink together."

How could you give me something stolen?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Su Xiao saw this.

She immediately understood why Xiao Langjun had said "that's quite strange," and smiled helplessly, saying:

"You mean, I've become the innkeeper in this book without even realizing it?"

"What if, in fact, her note was truly well-intentioned?"