He was now an old Loose Cultivator, in the realm of refining essence into Qi.
His life's trajectory was typical of the cultivation world's destitute: while young, one tries again; after death, one sits atop one's grave and looks back—impoverished as a youth, rotten in middle age, decrepit in old age, with no sons or daughters, leaving a lamp atop the grave, the epitome of a Five Guarantees household in the cultivation community.
He had muddled through life in a small town, but now that he was old, having heard that the fairies of Zeyang City were adept, he came to see for himself.
The so-called Fairy Wang was actually a half-concealed female cultivator among the gathering place of his current loose cultivators, a master of the hundred arts of cultivation. She neither stole nor robbed, but once on a little bed, she was on duty. Though the radish was plucked, the hole remained; after a wash and a rinse, she continued to sell herself, a true representation of female cultivators.
