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The main hall of Boundless Mountain is located at the top, a snowy peak where the buildings are mainly black in color.

From a distance, the stark contrast of black and white provides a rather nice visual experience.

It should be noted that on this enormously high snow-capped mountain, there are a large number of black crows.

Normally, crows are known to be resident birds, not migrating seasonally and are year-round locals, yet their presence on these high snowy ridges seems somewhat strange.

Snowy mountains are not typically a place where crows frequently appear.

To be precise, these crows are called Spirit Crows. They are not particularly aggressive or powerful, yet they are slightly stronger than ordinary crows and have a remarkable resistance to cold.

They are considered one of the unique features of Boundless Mountain.

The snowy mountain and black birds form an interesting contrast.

However, for unknown reasons, the Sect has a rule that forbids disciples from privately keeping, imprisoning, or capturing Spirit Crows.

The Spirit Crows live freely on Boundless Mountain, like the turtles in Qingling City, they are akin to auspicious mascots.

Just now, these Spirit Crows, upon seeing Feng Wuming and a group of elders, showed no fear. In fact, a few even stopped in their path, forcing Feng Wuming to walk around them.

Everyone fell in with the local custom and did not drive away the Spirit Crows, instead, they followed and took a detour.

Mao Nanbei’s big eyes were constantly observing the Spirit Crows. Could Lu Xun not perceive her intentions?

She was certainly pondering whether these Spirit Crows were tasty.

Lu Xun glanced at her, shaking his head slightly, indicating that it was not okay to secretly catch the Spirit Crows.

Mao Nanbei pulled a face, her cat ears drooping slightly, seemingly a little disappointed.

However, they were not on their home turf, and given Lu Xun’s attitude, she naturally refrained from causing trouble.

After all, she couldn’t cook, so what was she going to do with a captured crow? Eat it raw?

Lu Xun chuckled, gesturing in the direction outside the mountain, indicating that if she could encounter one outside, she could catch one to try.

Mao Nanbei immediately brightened a bit, nodding enthusiastically, and secretly swallowed her saliva.

Upon reaching the main hall, the host and guests seated themselves accordingly.

Spirit Tea and Spirit Fruits were swiftly served by the disciples, considerably more superior compared to those from Tianque Gate.

However, in Lu Xun’s view, they couldn’t compare to the dates on the back mountain of the Demon Sect, which could restore one’s spirit state, though their taste was genuinely good.

After sitting down, everyone slid back into small talk mode, and Lu Xun could tell that Feng Wuming also seemed somewhat unsure of what to discuss, possibly due to a generational gap. He appeared to be making forced conversation.

Plus, from top to bottom, everyone on Boundless Mountain had a poker face. Each one sitting across from you, giving you a cold smile as they spoke warmly to you. Their smiles might have appeared fake, giving off an unsettling impression.

“Ah, it seems the role of conversation starter falls to me again,” Lu Xun thought.

Fortunately, in his previous life, Lu Xun was a regular on the forums, had seen many posts made by players from Boundless Mountain, and had some understanding of the Sect Leader and more famous Elders of Boundless Mountain, enabling him to engage in lively conversation.

After all, as Great Cultivators, they were bound to have a few stories that were either heart-wrenching or earth-shattering, right?

On the forums, there would be eloquent players who would write these stories down. Some even created comics… Lu Xun used to love this sort of stuff.

Thus, during their idle chat, he could occasionally bring up a few episodes of Boundless Mountain’s past glorifying deeds.

For instance, Feng Wuming once sliced a river in half with a single sword stroke.

Or the time the Great Elder Ceng Yuanshan slayed a massive demon with a single arrow.

Although not everything he said was entirely accurate, after all, the content he read on the forums was artistically embellished, but the general direction was definitely correct.

Even if there were discrepancies in his retellings, no one would blame him. After all, young people are bound to hear the legends from our early years, and it’s normal for legends to vary slightly… the important part is, we enjoyed listening to them, right!?

His words made these stern-faced Great Cultivators feel elated, and the conversation became increasingly lively.

Finally, the atmosphere warmed up and was no longer as awkward as before.

Meanwhile, they courteously praised Lu Xun, having heard that Lu Xun had ranked first in “Ghost’s Grief”.

One wave of mutual praise hadn’t yet settled before another one arose, and it never seemed to stop!

Mao Nanbei was bored listening to it all, and Lin Chan was dumbfounded by it.

Only Ye Sui’an’s eyes sparkled as he thought, ‘Elder Lu is indeed well-learned!’

As they chatted, Lu Xun started to lose interest.

He was puzzled.

“Is Feng Wuming really this chatty? Why hasn’t he brought up the main topic yet?”

As a guest, and one who’d come to ask for something, he felt it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to raise the topic.

But why hadn’t Feng Wuming brought it up?

Could it be… he didn’t want to give it?

A sense of seriousness pervaded Lu Xun’s heart. Even though he continued to exchange pleasantries, he was pondering in his heart.

“The object the mentor asked me to retrieve, could it be some particularly valuable item from Boundless Mountain? So much so that Feng Wuming and the others seem courteous on the surface, but are actually reluctant to part with it?”

“This could be a bit of a problem.”

After another ten or so minutes of chatting, there wasn’t much else they could boast about. If they continued, they would be simply blowing their own horns.

Feng Wuming lightly coughed and said, “We’ve been chatting for quite a while now, we are all more familiar with each other, so let me ask directly.”

“Lu, my young friend, may I ask the purpose of your visit to Boundless Mountain?”

Lu Xun was taken aback, he thought to himself, “Sure enough, he doesn’t want to give it to me. He’s starting to feign ignorance and play dumb!”

However, he still revealed his intention, saying, “I am here at the mentor’s behest, to retrieve something from Sect Leader Feng.”

“Oh? What is it?” Feng Wuming set down his Spiritual Tea and asked.

Lu Xun sighed again in his heart, but verbally he continued to leverage the mentor, saying, “The mentor didn’t say. He just said when I reach Boundless Mountain and tell Sect Leader Feng, he’ll understand.”

“This…” Feng Wuming glanced at Great Elder Ceng Yuanshan beside him, then at the other elders, exchanging frantic glances.

Although all of them had poker faces with very stiff expressions.

Lu Xun could still see a touch of confusion in their eyes!

Now it was Lu Xun’s turn to be utterly shocked.

Unless every one of the higher-ups of Boundless Mountain was an Oscar-winning actor, playing an intricate act with their eyes, otherwise, they genuinely didn’t know!

No wonder they hadn’t broached the main topic after chatting for so long. Turned out they didn’t know what he was here for, and it was awkward to ask directly.

But why wouldn’t Feng Wuming know?

Now that things had turned out this way, how was he supposed to accomplish the task he accepted from the mentor? Was he going to lose the reward of 30,000 experience points and an unknown mysterious reward like this?

Boundless Mountain was so far away from the Demon Sect! He’d had to fly for several months straight, and return would also take several months!

Was the mentor just trying to get him to travel more and see more?

Embarrassedly, Lu Xun coughed a few times, under Feng Wuming’s inquiring gaze, he silently lowered his eyes to his toes.

He thought furiously, “Mentor, what sort of insane trick is this? Are you messing with me?”

What should he do now?

(PS: Ye Sui’an has gone online in the character column, waiting for your affections…)