The spaceship moved swiftly, covering at least twenty thousand miles a day without stopping. Yet, even at this speed, it took three days to reach the territory of the Dao Heaven Sect.

"Hehe, look, we are now within the domain of our Dao Heaven Sect. As the top immortal sect in Northern Profound, the surrounding hundreds of thousands of miles all belong to us," Shen He said with a smile, pointing below.

"Wow."

Zhao Ting and the young boys leaned over the railing, gazing in awe at the majestic mountains and rivers before them.

As for Chen Xun, he leaned against the railing, dozing off peacefully.

"Steward Shen, where is the sect located?" Zhao Ting asked eagerly.

Over time, Zhao Ting had become quite familiar with Shen He, addressing him by his title rather than calling him an immortal master.

Yu Zheng and the other young boys were also curious.

Shen He shook his head and smiled, "Zhao Ting, don't be impatient. The sect is atop an Immortal Mountain. Once the spaceship flies another thousand miles, you'll see it."

Zhao Ting nodded, glancing at the vast emptiness below, and asked a question that had been on his mind for two days:

"Steward Shen, why haven't we seen any towns since yesterday?"

A disciple chimed in with a smile, "Senior Brother Zhao, you might not know, but in the cultivation world, sects often isolate themselves from the mundane world by choosing remote locations. Except for the occasional recruitment of disciples, they rarely interact with ordinary people. Even many rogue cultivators seldom have contact with mortals, so it's rare for ordinary people to see us cultivators."

Shen He smiled silently, confirming the explanation.

Zhao Ting and the others felt enlightened, realizing why they had rarely seen immortals since childhood.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ting and the others couldn't help but feel more excited.

"Hehehe, all this talk about mortals and immortals, if you ask me, you cultivators just like to think you're superior," Chen Xun suddenly woke up, grinning madly.

The air grew still.

Zhao Ting's expression changed slightly, quickly glancing at Shen He and the others.

Sure enough, Shen He and the disciples' smiles gradually faded, their expressions turning somewhat displeased.

Zhao Ting, worried, hurried over and whispered, "Brother Chen... please stop."

He hadn't expected Chen Xun to suddenly speak. Wasn't he crazy?

Oh right, he was crazy, not stupid. His ramblings were normal, but this wasn't the right time...

Chen Xun, however, looked indignant and muttered softly, "Why? I'm not wrong. Aren't cultivators just self-proclaimed elites? Which cultivator didn't come from the mortal world? With a bit of cultivation, they think they're above everyone else, looking down on mortals, not realizing they're still far from true immortality, just mortals with some skills."

"In my opinion, if you want to achieve the great Dao, you shouldn't isolate yourself from mortals. Instead, you should deeply experience it. There's a saying, 'The warmth of human life soothes the mortal heart.'"

If Chen Xun were clear-headed now, he'd be extremely surprised.

Because this time, his madness was different from before. Despite his craziness, there was some logic in his thoughts.

Unlike his previous madness, which was consistently nonsensical.

Of course, only three years later, when Chen Xun regained his clarity and recalled these scenes, would he understand.

"Uh..."

Listening to Chen Xun's words, Zhao Ting's mouth slightly opened, shocked because he found it quite reasonable.

"You, you, you..."

Shen He's face turned red, pointing at Chen Xun, anger rising.

He wanted to scold and teach him a lesson, but out of respect for Zhao Ting, he held back.

Whether it was because he was hit by the truth or something else, Shen He felt he was about to go mad with anger.

But soon, Shen He calmed down, taking a deep breath to steady his emotions.

He was actually angered by a madman, indicating his cultivation was still lacking. All these years of cultivation seemed wasted.

Yet, Shen He still retorted with a cold snort, "Hmph, what would a mere mortal understand? We cultivators are not arrogant. Frequent contact with mortals would only disrupt our spiritual essence. Your mad words... never mind, you wouldn't understand anyway, uh."

Shen He was speaking when he suddenly noticed Chen Xun had fallen asleep against the railing, leaving him momentarily speechless, his anger rising again before he suppressed it.

Shen He sighed, realizing he hadn't been this angry in a long time, yet today, a madman had infuriated him twice in a short time.

"Steward Shen, Brother Chen's current state might lead to some biased words, but I believe he didn't mean it. Please don't take it to heart. If Brother Chen has offended you, I apologize on his behalf," Zhao Ting said with a bitter smile, slightly bowing and clasping his hands.

Shen He's expression softened, smiling helplessly, "It's fine. I won't hold a grudge against a madman."

Only then did Zhao Ting breathe a sigh of relief.

The spaceship continued its journey, but after Chen Xun's outburst, a silence fell over them.

Zhao Ting looked at Chen Xun helplessly.

The four young boys were bewildered and confused.

The six disciples glanced at Chen Xun with hidden displeasure. Honestly, if it weren't for Senior Brother Zhao, they would have liked to teach this madman a lesson, but since he was Zhao's friend, they dared not.

As for Shen He, standing at the bow of the ship with his hands behind his back, his expression had unknowingly turned serious. He occasionally glanced at the sky and then at Chen Xun, his eyes showing a hint of intrigue.

Could this immortal really have gone astray?

Shen He, being the highest in cultivation here, after calming down and recalling Chen Xun's words, suddenly found some sense in them, albeit from an unusual perspective.

"The warmth of human life soothes the mortal heart..."

Shen He murmured to himself, unable to comprehend, eventually shaking his head with a laugh. He must be crazy to ponder a madman's words.

In the cultivation world, the distinction between immortals and mortals had long been an unspoken rule among all cultivators.

He almost let Chen Xun's mad words lead him astray, how laughable.

...

"Look at that towering Immortal Mountain ahead!" After some time, Yu Zheng suddenly pointed forward, shouting excitedly.

"Wow!" The other three boys and girls exclaimed in awe.

Zhao Ting quickly got up to look, his pupils slowly contracting, his heart racing.

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In the distance, a majestic Immortal Mountain towered into the clouds, surrounded by mist. Under the sunlight, it appeared as if enveloped in immortal aura, extremely spectacular.

They could also see numerous streaks of light in the sky, disappearing into the Immortal Mountain. Around the mountain, many immortal cranes soared, presenting a harmonious immortal landscape.

"We're back at the sect."

The six disciples exchanged smiles. This trip with Steward Shen to the mundane Celestial Clarity City to recruit disciples had taken several days. Naturally, it was more comfortable within the sect, where the spiritual energy was abundant.

Shen He stroked his beard with a smile and said:

"Hehe, children, welcome to the Dao Heaven Sect."