The smoke from the Yunqi Peak Grand Tournament had not yet fully dissipated, but the legends about Mu Xiaochuan had already spread like wildfire to every corner of the Qingling Sect. Earth-tier Spiritual Artifact, defeating an enemy with one move, confronting the Vice Sect Master head-on, gaining the favor of the Peak Master, turning stone into gold (referring to the sudden surge in a maid's cultivation base)... each story added more mystery and aura to his already legendary experiences.

Especially those "fan stories" circulating outside the Listening Bamboo Pavilion, which elevated Mu Xiaochuan's image to a level that ordinary people could hardly reach, yet left countless female disciples (and even some male disciples) daydreaming. For a time, "visiting" Elder Mu became one of the most popular activities among the disciples of Yunqi Peak and even other peaks.

However, upon learning that Li Jianglin intended to target him in the tournament, Mu Xiaochuan sneered inwardly. He was not the type to wait for trouble to come knocking. Since he knew someone was out to get him, he would take the initiative and strike first.

"Two months until the tournament? Ha, I can't wait that long." Mu Xiaochuan stood by the window of the Listening Bamboo Pavilion, lightly tapping the window frame with his fingers, a sly gleam flashing in his eyes.