"Young Master Su, is that Brother Lu's horse?"

On the way to the City Lord's mansion, Yuan Dafeng, the commander of Hua Shui City's guard, glanced at Su Xuan's mount.

"It isn't," Su Xuan continued to bluff. "This one's mine. It's the twin of Dachun's."

"Oh..."

Lu Dachun's mouth fell open. He then asked, "And what about that huge crocodile of yours?"

When Su Xuan first arrived in Hua Shui City, he had been riding a golden-scaled crocodile. Later, under the identity of Lu Dachun, he rode a white horse and befriended Yuan Dafeng. But after the matter with the Ge Family was settled, his original identity was no longer under scrutiny. Therefore, after returning from the Yu Xian Sect, he didn't switch back to being Lu Dachun.

"I have plenty of mounts," Su Xuan said. "I ride whichever one I feel like."

"Are you really from the Immortal Mountain of Favorable Winds?" Lu Dachun asked.

This time, he had specifically sought out Su Xuan on the City Lord's orders. He was to bring Su Xuan to meet the true guest from the Immortal Mountain of Favorable Winds, who had directly stated that both Su Xuan and Lu Dachun were impostors!

"Indeed," Su Xuan could only keep up his disguise. He reasoned that as soon as he finished concocting the pills, he would leave this mountain realm anyway, so there was no need to rack his brains for a better explanation of his identity.

"If something goes wrong during this visit, don't blame me," Lu Dachun said suddenly. "I'm just following orders."

"Understood," Su Xuan nodded.

This Lu Dachun is a good person.

Without another word, Lu Dachun led Su Xuan straight into the City Lord's mansion to meet Ning Zhendao. He also tied up Su Xuan's white horse.

"Young Master Su, you're here."

Upon seeing Su Xuan, Ning Zhendao greeted him with a smile. "Please, take a seat. Let's have some tea together."

Su Xuan sat down at a tea table and looked around, asking, "Just the two of us?"

"Of course not," Ning Zhendao said, taking a seat as well. "Another honored guest will join us shortly. I'm sure you'll be quite surprised when you see him."

"Alright then."

Su Xuan began to drink his tea nonchalantly. Ning Zhendao also drank his tea, occasionally glancing at Su Xuan and asking about Lu Dachun's whereabouts.

After a moment, someone appeared.

The newcomer was a young man, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, carrying a wooden Sword Box that looked quite heavy. The moment he appeared, a strong fragrance filled the air. If such a scent emanated from a young woman, it would have been fitting. But coming from a man, it was rather nauseating.

The man was also dressed all in white. White clothes, white pants, white shoes. To put it nicely, his demeanor was aloof and transcendent. To put it bluntly, he looked like he was in mourning.

CLANG!

Without waiting for Ning Zhendao's invitation, the young man slapped the Sword Box on the tea table and sat down. He remained silent, staring intently at Su Xuan.

Su Xuan also said nothing, calmly sipping his tea.

"I don't know you," the man finally spoke. "You are definitely not from the Immortal Mountain of Favorable Winds."

As these words were spoken, Ning Zhendao subtly leaned back in his chair.

Su Xuan put down his teacup. "So what if I am, and what if I'm not?"

"If you were from the Immortal Mountain of Favorable Winds, we would be family and should greet each other with warmth," the man said, his gaze never leaving Su Xuan's face. "But I have never seen you on the Immortal Mountain of Favorable Winds, so I'm here to clean up the rubbish. Do you realize I kill several people like you every year? People who go around tarnishing our Immortal Mountain's reputation by swindling people in its name!"

"What if I said... I've never seen you on the Immortal Mountain either?" Su Xuan countered.

"Heh!" The man gave a cold laugh. "I, Feng Zhengyuan, am one of the proud elites of the Immortal Mountain. There is no one on the Immortal Mountain who does not recognize me."

"Well, I truly haven't."

CLANG!

No sooner had he spoken than the man suddenly opened his Sword Box, revealing three swords emanating a spiritual glow. He looked at Su Xuan coldly. "I'll give you one chance to prove your identity. Otherwise, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death."

"Easy!"

Su Xuan raised his hand, flashing the token Ning Wan had given him. "Everyone from the Immortal Mountain has an identity token. This is mine."

"Eh?"

The young man, Feng Zhengyuan, seemed surprised that Su Xuan could produce a token from the Immortal Mountain. With a slight gasp, he reached out to examine its authenticity.

But Su Xuan quickly withdrew the token, squinting at Feng Zhengyuan. "What if I said you're the one impersonating someone from the Immortal Mountain? Where is your token?"

"Hmph!"

Feng Zhengyuan snorted and began patting himself down, searching for his token. But then, something happened that made him lose his composure. He checked almost every pocket but failed to find his own identity token.

Su Xuan laughed. "You don't even have an Immortal Mountain token, yet you keep insisting I'm a fake. You're not too bright, are you!"

"I… I did have it," Feng Zhengyuan argued, baffled as to why he couldn't find his token. "It's suddenly gone! Someone must have stolen it!"

As soon as he said this, the expression on Ning Zhendao's face turned unnatural.

"City Lord Ning," Su Xuan said, turning to Ning Zhendao, "what do you think we should do next?"

"This…"

Ning Zhendao was indeed in a difficult position. He had initially thought Feng Zhengyuan was genuine and Su Xuan was the impostor, and he had planned to hand Su Xuan over to Feng Zhengyuan to curry favor with him. After all, he had personally seen Feng Zhengyuan's identity token when they first met.

But how did the token go missing? Could there be a thief right under his nose?

"Since you have the token, you must know something," Feng Zhengyuan suddenly said to Su Xuan. "The tokens from the Immortal Mountain are not ordinary. They are magical treasures that bind to their owner and can withstand a blow from a cultivator at the Late-stage Great Perfection of the Longevity Realm. Can your token do that?"

"Naturally, I'm aware of that," Su Xuan replied, fiddling with the token in his hand as he looked at Feng Zhengyuan. "It seems you really do know quite a lot about the Immortal Mountain."

"Of course!" Feng Zhengyuan's mouth twitched. "Because I am from the Immortal Mountain!"

"Young Master Su, can your token withstand a blow from a cultivator at the Late-stage Great Perfection of the Longevity Realm?" Ning Zhendao asked immediately.

"See for yourself."

Su Xuan held the token as a surge of his cultivation emanated from his body. With a hum, the token suddenly lit up, engulfing him in a gentle glow! He had already bound himself to the token and was well aware of its capabilities.

Seeing this, Feng Zhengyuan stood up abruptly, his face filled with disbelief.

Ning Zhendao also narrowed his eyes to slits.

To think Su Xuan was genuine, too! But if they both came from the Immortal Mountain, and were both young and handsome—clearly not just nobodies—how could they not recognize each other?

"Merely having a token can't prove the authenticity of one's identity!" Feng Zhengyuan said suddenly, having collected himself. "There is something more reliable than a token!"

With that, Feng Zhengyuan rolled up his sleeves, exposing his arm. On his skin, a series of bloodlines swelled, resembling an ethereal Immortal Mountain and exuding an endless, mystical power...

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