林风 MOORING in a small inn by the roadside, drank a bowl of cheap rice porridge, then paid fifty copper coins to the innkeeper. The innkeeper gnawed on a piece of dried food, nodding: “Going to the East Peak? Be careful on the way. 东岳峰路途艰险，多妖兽出没。” 林风 nodded, pushing the door out. The inn was swarming with travelers, all talking about the East Peak. Some said it was the place where true cultivation began, 有人说是真正的修仙起点； some called it death trap, a fool's errand. 有人说是 death trap, a fool's errand. He sighed, shouldering his sword. The road to the East Peak was steep, winding through dense forests and across streams. After walking for two days, the air gradually became colder, and the trees thinned out. 林风 在东岳脚下找了家破庙住下，准备养精蓄锐。破庙里老鼠乱窜，蛛网密布，霉味刺鼻。林风 扫了扫地，升了堆柴火，还算凑合。 The next morning, a middle-aged man with a sturdy build came to the inn, buying three bowls of porridge. He sat down opposite Lin Feng, squinting: “Kid, you look like a traveler heading to the East Peak.