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“Whoever said today was a good day to travel It started raining as soon as I stepped out.” Lu Yang complained, feeling a little regretful that he hadn't brought an umbrella beforehand.,From within the carriage came a man's hearty laughter. Lu Yang accepted the man's kindness, pulled his foot from the mud puddle, and hurriedly got into the carriage.,Over the past decade living in this small town, he had heard tales from the scholar about celestial swords striking heaven's gate, stories of river demons stirring up floods a hundred miles away, and accounts of immortal disciples wielding flying swords to vanquish demons and protect humanity. He had even witnessed slovenly Daoists swindling people, leaping into the sky to escape custody, only to be brought back down by officials who flew after them.。