"My name is Yun Mengmeng," Yun Mengmeng said, feeling that Lu Yang’s reaction to her name was a bit strange, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Really named Yun Mengmeng?

Isn’t that the alias Eldest Senior Sister used when she pretended to be the Heavenly Court Sect Master?

Lu Yang looked closely at Miss Yun and thought to himself, your name is interesting; it coincides with the alias of our Eldest Senior Sister.

"Do you know me?" Yun Meng Meng asked hesitantly, feeling that the way Lu Yang was sizing her up didn’t seem very benign.

"I don’t know you, but I’ve heard your name before. It’s the same as that of a very important person. If you use this name outside, you could easily cause some misunderstandings."

"What important person?" Yun Mengmeng said, wondering if her name was so common that it would be the same as some important figure’s.

Lu Yang naturally couldn’t say that your name is the same as our sect master’s fake name. Currently, he is a disciple of the Dao Seeking Sect, not the Heavenly Court Young Sect Master.

"Around this time, there should be storytelling," said Lu Yang, engaging his senses and listening for the sound of storytelling amongst the noise nearby to locate a teahouse.

This street was full of hotpot restaurants; adjacent were snack streets, antique streets, and so on, where many teahouses could be found.

"Come on, I’ll take you to listen to storytelling, and you’ll find out," he said.

The two of them made their way to a teahouse, where Lu Yang ordered a pot of the best tea and a table full of pastries, treating Yun Mengmeng to storytelling.

"...it is said that during the battle at Hanshui City, two ancient supremes used dreams as their path, drawing the million residents of Hanshui City into a dreamscape to wage an epic battle worthy of the creation of heaven and earth."

"...But no one expected that someone would manage to enter the dream world created by the two supremes. That person strolled leisurely in the world of dreams, completely ignoring the might of the two supremes!"

"Upon seeing that person, the two supremes became like facing a formidable enemy, cold sweat covering their foreheads, and they asked with a hoarse voice, ’Who are you?!’"

"That person merely glanced at the two supremes, and they felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave, like outcasts peering into the vast sky."

"With a voice that had remained unchanged through the ages, that person introduced themselves: ’Heavenly Court Sect Master, Yun Mengmeng.’"

Murmurs of surprise rose up, not the first time the guests had heard this segment, but every time the arrival of the Heavenly Court Sect Master Yun Mengmeng was mentioned, one could sense the prestige spanning across countless ages.

"...Moving on to the battle at the East Sea, where an immortal emerged from the fog, every gesture exuding the immense power of heaven and earth, intent on slaying one of the Four Imperial Protectors of the Dragon Clan Ancestor."

"It was then that the Heavenly Court Sect Master appeared, and for the first time since ancient times, an immortal battle commenced. Both immortals clashed, and their combat was felt throughout the entire Cultivation World..."

"...After countless exchanges, the immortal who emerged from the fog was defeated. Sect Leader Yun pursued the victory, and both vanished from the world..."

Lu Yang passed the last piece of pastry on the plate to Yun Mengmeng: "That’s the story. Your name is the same as the Heavenly Court Sect Master’s."

Yun Mengmeng, who had been listening intently, wondered why others with the same name as hers were so powerful, yet she was so subpar.

Lu Yang sighed, "I suppose your family never thought you’d share a name with such a powerful ancient figure when they named you."

"Alright, alright, these are trivial matters. I will go with you to that Sword Tower, and once everything is taken care of, I’ll take you to my good sister," Yun Mengmeng proposed.

"Good sister?"

Lu Yang thought to himself that he knew this young lady couldn’t have simply run away from home so naively; she must have had a place to go.

Seeing that Yun Mengmeng had the strength of the Golden Core Stage and wasn’t just a pretty face, her talent for cultivation was quite impressive.

Now that he had advanced to the early stages of Spirit Transformation, there were very few cultivators who could conceal their cultivation level from his eyes, unless they were at the Integration Period.

But which Integration Period cultivator would travel without money and freeload for food and drinks?

"Yes, my good sister is quite impressive, especially in a fight. She’s very low-key, and not many people know about her strength. If she gives you a few pointers, you’re sure to benefit immensely," Yun Mengmeng said, her expression filled with proud modesty as she spoke about her good sister.

"Especially good at fighting?"

"Absolutely, she’s the most formidable one where we come from; no one can beat her."

Lu Yang didn’t take Yun Mengmeng’s words to heart, as how could her close friend be as formidable as Eldest Senior Sister?

Let alone Eldest Senior Sister, it would be impressive if your close friend could even compare to me.

Lu Yang and Yun Mengmeng strolled to the Sword Tower, eating and drinking leisurely along the way.

"Didn’t your family use to feed you?" Lu Yang asked Yun Mengmeng with a strange look as she was still holding a skewer of grilled sweet potato noodles she had bought from the barbecue shop called ’Come Again’.

"Of course, we had food, and it tasted quite good too, like peaches and such, but eating too much of it can get a bit nauseating, plus the flavors were very light, not like here."

Lu Yang thought to himself if you’re looking for rich flavors, then coming to Shu State is the right choice. If you find the flavors here light, then I could only invite an immortal to cook for you.

Lu Yang caught a glimpse of a towering immortal sword that soared into the clouds, planted in the ground, with its hilt obscured by the clouds, flickering in and out of view.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn’t an immense immortal sword but a wooden tower shaped like a sword.

It was indeed the Sword Tower.

Many sword cultivators headed towards the Sword Tower, a rare sight of sword cultivators gathering in one place on ordinary days.

There, Lu Yang saw exalted sword cultivators in white robes resembling snow, carrying spirit swords, along with Buddhist disciples holding Buddha beads and wearing wisdom swords at their waists, as well as various fully or partially transformed great demons who had also arrived here.

The sword was not an exclusive weapon of the human race; many from the Demon Race also favored using swords as their weapon.

Besides sword cultivators from the Demon Territory, the East Sea, and Buddha Country, Lu Yang also saw cultivators from the Extreme Northern Lands.

The Extreme Northern Lands were bitterly cold and sparsely populated, with no major powers like Penglai Island present. The cultivators there were mostly loose cultivators or depended on simple master-disciple lineages.

Many sword cultivators liked to go to the frigid Extreme Northern Lands to train their swordsmanship, hoping to attain a higher level in their art.

And the sword cultivators from the Extreme Northern Lands were naturally among the strong ones.

Lu Yang walked around the Sword Tower and soon found the destination of his trip—the Sword Shop.

Different types of swords were hung all over the walls of the Sword Shop: long swords, short swords, broad swords, narrow swords... a dazzling array.

The swords hanging there were all of fine quality, and even the disciples of the Sword Tower had to purchase from here.

But none caught Lu Yang’s eye.

"The quality just isn’t there," he remarked.

The sword he wanted needed to at least withstand the strength of a Body Integration Realm cultivator, so how could the swords hanging outside of a Sword Shop possess such quality?

"Who says the swords from our Sword Shop are of poor quality?" a displeased voice came from inside the shop, as a young man pushed aside the curtain and walked out, holding a big iron hammer in his hand.

The young man stopped in his tracks when he saw Lu Yang.

Lu Yang also recognized the young man.

"Elder Brother Lu Yang!"

"Junior Brother Mingtai."

It was Mingtai, a true disciple of the Sword Tower, the Sword Spirit, a Sword Tower Supreme.