After Chen Kuang bought this guqin, he didn’t repair it.

In fact, he liked the fact that the guqin had no strings.

...Definitely not trying to make Xi Mengquan bankrupt, cough cough, definitely not.

At this moment, the guqin in Chen Kuang’s hands still lacked strings, but whenever he played it, musical notes would emit from his fingertips, and invisible waves would spread out, carrying a mysterious essence.

However, at this moment, in the score Chen Kuang was playing, only the notes jiao, zhi, and yu were able to produce sound.

The remaining two notes remained silent.

This made the tune he played completely out of tune, like the result of a child randomly plucking strings—something that could even be described as "cacophony difficult to listen to."

Each time Chen Kuang played, symbols would glow faintly in his palm, but only the "yu" symbol was stable; the glow from the "jiao" and "zhi" symbols was relatively weak and intermittent.

This was the fruit of his labor over the last five years.

Starting with the "yu" symbol, Chen Kuang originally planned to teach it to Xi Mengquan first, allowing him to grasp it independently, making it easier for himself to learn secretly.

Who knew...the "yu" symbol was too profound for Xi Mengquan at this moment.

He had no clue at all!

Chen Kuang was helpless and had to teach Xi Mengquan while exploring it himself.

After five years, he fused all the musical theory taught by Xi Mengquan from that time and naturally deduced "jiao" and "zhi" from the "yu" symbol.

Chen Kuang began to suspect that in another two years, he could gather all five tones.

This Xi Mengquan was completely useless!

He still had to rely on himself!

Chen Kuang sighed softly.

His understanding of the Dao of "time and space" had also advanced over these years, and he felt that if he were to question Heaven and Earth now and choose "time and space" as his path, he could immediately ascend to the rank of Grandmaster.

However, Chen Kuang was unwilling to do so.

Moreover, whenever he entertained such thoughts, they would even trigger spontaneous impulses.

Vaguely, he felt if he really chose "time and space" as his path and ascended step by step, extremely dangerous things would happen.

Coupled with the vision he saw through the Heaven’s Mark before, Chen Kuang felt it was best not to act recklessly.

After a long while, Chen Kuang suddenly heard the sounds of construction echoing, causing him to pause his actions.

He squinted and gazed into the distance where a Taoist monastery was being constructed on the mountainside.

Xi Mengquan explained faintly, "A few days ago, to gather the one hundred taels of gold for your guqin purchase, I sold that hill."

The land deeds near this village were all in Xi Mengquan’s possession, including that small mountain.

Chen Kuang pretended not to hear his implicit reproach and asked, "Sold it to cultivators?"

Xi Mengquan nodded, "I observed a peaceful aura on the opposite side, and seeing the demeanor of a harmonious loose cultivator, I agreed."

Chen Kuang was not surprised.

Though the place seemed remote, for him, with the Mountain and River Painting divine power, the view was entirely different.

Just a short distance from that hill, there lay a small dragon vein where spiritual Qi gathered—it was a highly suitable place for cultivation.

No wonder someone took interest.

Chen Kuang tacitly approved, continuing to immerse himself in his path of understanding, spending his days playing the guqin.

However, it wasn’t long before the opposite side took the initiative to visit.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Three knocks at the door, not hurried nor slow.

Seeing no one responding from inside, the Daoist nun at the door hesitated slightly, softly speaking up:

"Is the master of the house present? I have been hearing the sound of the guqin for days, feeling inspired and yearning in my heart. Might I sit down and discuss the Dao with you?"

Chen Kuang paused his performance and exited from that wondrous state, looking downwards towards the door from the rooftop.

The breeze blew past, lifting the white gauze on the Daoist nun’s bamboo hat, revealing a beautiful face.

This Daoist nun appeared to be around thirty years old, with black hair and fair skin, a sword strapped to her waist, holding a duster in her hand, her feathered robe fluttering with the wind, the gentle fabric fitting against her, outlining an enchanting silhouette.

Although her face was charming, like a Fox Immortal, her gaze was clear and serious, evidently showing that she was a legitimate cultivator.

But her cultivation was a bit low, only at the First Level of Tower Climb, with unstable breath, likely just having recently broken through.

It was faintly discernible that beneath her stern expression, there lay some anxiety.

Chen Kuang had not seen her appearance before, but given her good attitude and rare beauty, he calmly said:

"If you wish to visit, you should at least report your name first."

The Daoist nun’s eyes brightened, bowing with etiquette:

"Loose cultivator Lv Zhexiong, Dao name Qingpingzi, I greet the senior."