The great sun loomed overhead, showering a mountain range below in a blanket of golden yellow.
The range seemed endless, with no end visible at first glance.
Xumi Vein.
Mount Pingding.
Along the winding mountain path, an old Taoist led a young man as they walked.
The youth, at the age of only twenty-one or twenty-two, had a high ponytail and wore close-fitting clothes that revealed a robust physique, with pronounced features and a square jaw. His sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes exuded a righteous air.
"Master, can I be initiated into the sect today?" The young man asked excitedly, his voice tinged with excitement.
The old Taoist wore a Taoist robe and held a dust whisk. Although his hair was white, his face did not show signs of aging, and his skin was taut, presenting the very image of an immortal-like presence.
Hearing the youth's words, the old Taoist nodded, "Hmm, you've been taking the Great Medicine Pill for two months, and your body has almost finished absorbing its essence. You're ready to officially start your cultivation."
The Taoist was known as Daoist Jin Guang. He appeared before Song Yin two months ago, informing him of something important during a time when Song Yin was lost...
Alas! I've transgressed through time!
In his previous life, he was always a defender of justice who couldn't stand seeing others in trouble.
Two months ago, when Song Yin encountered a group of thugs harassing a young girl, he had just learned some grappling techniques. How could he bear to not intervene?
Then, there was no after that...
When he next awakened, he found himself in this world. Before he could even grasp what had happened, Daoist Jin Guang appeared and offered to take him on the path of immortal cultivation and Qi refinement.
He had just time-traveled, could he believe it?
He truly believed it.
The old man descended from the skies with the bearing of an immortal, leaving Song Yin no choice but to believe.
After all, who wouldn't want to pursue the way of immortality?
Song Yin bowed his head and accepted the offer. He followed Daoist Jin Guang and joined the Jinxian Sect.
But to officially start practicing the sect's teachings, one must first temper their body. Cultivation is not the same as ordinary paths; Qi cannot be refined if there is impurity within the body. One needs an elixir to dispel these impurities.
The master arranged for him to stay at the base of the mountain, where he was given an elixir known as 'Great Medicine Pill' to ingest and absorb. Once the impurities within him were almost cleared, he could ascend the mountain to commence his cultivation.
Song Yin spent two months at the foot of the mountain. His master visited him daily, bringing food and elixirs to assist his cultivation. He patiently answered any questions without a hint of impatience, treating Song Yin extremely well.
Song Yin was a man who knew how to repay kindness.
Crack! Pop!
Song Yin clenched his fist tightly, and the air seemed to explode from the pressure, making a sharp noise. He made a solemn vow, "Master, rest assured, having joined the Jinxian Sect, I will abide by the sect's rules, slay demons, and champion the weak!"
Daoist Jin Guang saw this and the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly before smiling, "My disciple has the talent of a Great Immortal. You will surely be one of Jinxian Sect's most outstanding figures."
Song Yin bared his white teeth in a grin. His master always said he had the talent of a Great Immortal and that he would undoubtedly become a leader of the righteous path. He, of course, believed this.
A transmigrator, after all, needed some kind of advantage.
This talent of a Great Immortal would suffice!
Jin Guang also thought it sufficed...
He glanced at Song Yin, who was bubbling with excitement and anticipation, and a glint of deep light flickered in his eyes.
The talent of a Great Immortal?
Every Human Elixir he encountered said the same thing; otherwise, why would anyone follow him to the remote and dangerous Xumi Vein?
"A wild youth discovered by chance, able to consume the Great Medicine Pill for two consecutive months. Such innate talent is too good. If properly cultivated, he's sure to become a Superior Grade Pill! It's a shame, though. If it weren't for my impending Foundation Establishment, I would've nurtured you for longer..." Daoist Jin Guang mused silently.
If the youth's talent weren't so outstanding, he would never have hidden Song Yin at the base of the mountain to prevent his disciples from discovering him.
"Master, why do you always gaze at me like that?"
The voice echoed near his ear. Daoist Jin Guang frowned, realizing his 'good disciple' was looking at him intently. Those bright eyes full of spirit unnerved him for some reason.
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking that this mountain path is long and rugged, a difficult journey for a mortal. Are you tired?" Daoist Jin Guang asked softly.
Song Yin shook his head, "The Great Medicine Pill and the body-forging methods you gave me have elevated me to the Innate True Realm. How could I be tired?"
Daoist Jin Guang was stunned, "Innate... what?"
"Innate True Realm!" Song Yin stated seriously.
"What is that? Never mind... we've arrived."
Daoist Jin Guang was about to continue his inquiry but looked up and realized they had reached the sect's entrance.
At the end of the mountain path stood the entrance, with a plaque bearing three big characters—Jinxian Sect.
The gateposts were somewhat worn, seemingly neglected for a long time, but Song Yin didn't mind these details. He hurried to the entrance and looked ahead from the gate.
Before them lay a large plaza, veiled in mist, with surrounding structures indistinctly visible through the fog. Anyone arriving here would praise it as a land befitting immortal beings.
"Master, is this the location of our sect?" Song Yin asked in excitement, turning back.
Daoist Jin Guang stepped forward with a smile and nodded, "This is the Jinxian Sect. Come with me to the Elixir Room. I will assist you with the last step, and you will be ready to enter the ranks of the sect, becoming a cultivator of Jinxian Sect."
These past two months had been difficult. Keeping Song Yin in the dark, answering his endless questions with patience and carefully explaining everything, fearing that this Human Elixir might find out something that could affect his state of mind. The quality of a Human Elixir also depends on its state of mind.
He had no children, but if he did, he felt he would not treat them any differently than this Human Elixir.
But now all was well. The Human Elixir was complete...
"Hahaha!"
Just then, a boisterous laughter rang out from up ahead.
A gust of wind blew across the mountain, dispersing the clouds and mist, allowing Song Yin to get a clear view of the entire Sect. The first thing that caught his eye was a huge square covered with moss and cracked stone slabs. The surrounding houses were also dilapidated. Located on the farthest hillside sat a massive palace.
It looked less like a splendid and magnificent Cultivation Sect and more like a ruin...
But at the moment, Song Yin's attention wasn't on the scenery, but rather on the center of the square, where a young man in brocade was laughing uproariously while holding onto a green python snake with hair:
"Run? Where can you run to? Can you escape from my grasp?!"
Around him, several Disciples watched and whispered amongst themselves.
"What a pity, the Big Senior Brother caught a batch of Human Elixirs this time, but they were all ruined by this woman. As a result, their quality has been greatly diminished."
"Big Senior Brother was careless for a moment. This woman is clearly a Cultivator, hehe, coming to Xumi Vein to exterminate demons and devils."
Only upon getting closer did one realize that it wasn't a green python snake, but a disheveled woman. She had a plump figure and was dressed in a tight green garment that accentuated her body, and at this moment, she was being held by her hair and forced to kneel down.
"You evil practioner, you won't die a good death!"
The woman raised her head to reveal a face so full that it seemed to squeeze her features together, yet her voice was clear and crisp.
The young man in brocade sneered, stretching out his hand with two fingers extended:
"Humph, isn't The Mortal Realm enough for you to meddle in that you come to my Xumi Vein to be a busybody? You've ruined the effects of this batch of Human Elixirs I've prepared! Alright, you want to uphold justice? I will cast a spell that will make those you want to save turn on you, then I'll tear you to pieces and devour you, let's see how your Sect can find you then!"
"Evil path! Demonic Path!"
The woman gave a defiant shout and bit down on the young man's palm. The man in brocade winced in pain, his eyes turned cold, and he slapped her across the face with his raised hand before dragging her by the hair further in.
Terrible!
When Daoist Jin Guang saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat. This truly was the worst luck imaginable.
Catching Human Elixirs should not have caused such a commotion. If this aroused Song Yin's suspicions and affected his mental state, then the effectiveness of the Human Elixirs would be significantly reduced!
Daoist Jin Guang, concerned about his own Foundation Establishment, was not indecisive. From under his wide Taoist robe emerged a hand as gnarled as a crane's claw, and he grabbed Song Yin, "Disciple, follow me to the Elixir Room first."
As he pulled...
He didn't budge.
Daoist Jin Guang exerted force again, but still, there was no movement.
"?"
An a question mark appeared above his head.
The person beside him stood firm as a mountain, unmoved no matter how much he pulled.
What kind of joke was this?
He was at Ninth Stage Entering Divinity, half a step from Foundation Establishment—how could he not move a mere mortal?
But Daoist Jin Guang had no time to ponder, as he let go and delivered a hard slap towards Song Yin's head, his palm cutting through the air with a dull sound.
Better to knock him out first.
Boom!
It was at this moment that a wave of air burst forth nearby, blowing his Taoist robe backward, and his raised hand was unable to come down.
Song Yin assumed a stance, exhaled powerfully through his nostrils like arrows, his body resonating like thunder. With a solid stomp on the stone slab, he left a visible footprint and bound forth enveloped in White Qi, as fast as a streak of thunder, reappearing in front of the young man in brocade.
"Evil demon of the Demonic Path!"
His voice boomed like thunder, causing all nearby Disciples to tremble.
The young man in brocade also shook, turned his head in a reflex, and faced a pair of eyes as electric as thunder.
Bang!!
With a muffled sound, the young man was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing heavily to the ground tens of meters away, his chest caved in.
Song Yin clenched his fist, his eyebrows standing tall as he stared down the young man in brocade and shouted, "You evil practioner of the Demonic Path, how dare you act viciously at my Jinxian Sect, perish!"
"You..."
As the young man in brocade clutched his chest without even lifting his head, Song Yin's figure flashed like lightning, followed by a series of crackling sounds as his fist shrouded in White Qi heavily pounded the young man's face.
The young man's head smashed against the ground, breaking the stone slabs and scattering them. His body convulsed once before going limp.
Song Yin grabbed his collar, hoisting him up like a small chicken, his expression livid with anger.
The surrounding Disciples looked at the bloodied face of the young man in brocade, unrecognizable, exchanging glances and swallowing hard.
Where did this person come from?
Jin Guang too was staring at Song Yin, observing how he was hoisting people around and bellowing. He glanced at the person in Song Yin's hand and swallowed with difficulty.
The person Song Yin was holding was Zhao Yuanhua, his Senior Disciple; at the Sixth Stage of Qi Refining 'Tongyou' Realm, who had mastered a Minor Divine Power.
But...
What's happening with his four Heavenly Venerates, what's going on here?
PS: Don't mind the protagonist's intelligence, because this book is supposed to be comedic... probably