Uncle An was rigid and clung to traditional values. He wasn’t the type to let Dustfallen Sect’s disciples descend the mountain unless a strict criteria was fulfilled. Fortunately, Feng Haochen explained cultivators needed to train and rest, … Read more
There were only four to five hundred children who qualified to cultivate. The packed entrance was merely the guardians.
Mu Yu stood alone in a courtyard, trees accompanying him. A middle-aged immortal … Read more
Mu Yu rarely ever saw his shifu training. His shifu would farm or relax in the old wooden chair and appreciate the scenery. At night, he shared the happenings of the cultivation world with them, including pills … Read more
Mu Yu was behind Lan Ling’er, who was crouched down on the tree branch. He could see her sodden red clothes and catch whiffs of her favourite orchid scent. He only just realised she was actually quite pretty. … Read more
In the serene velvet dark were the moon and its friends. The gentle breeze grazed their faces. Everyone was gathered at Dustfallen Precipice, as it was learning time at night. The patriarch shared his heartfelt thoughts … Read more
“My name is Cheng Yan. I’ll be your first senior brother from now,” stated the eldest.
Cheng Yan was quite laid back. He might’ve dressed plainly, but he looked erudite and humble, so he didn’t pale in comparison … Read more
“Dustfallen Sect’s patriarch accepted you as a disciple?”
Mu Yu informed General Manager of last night’s events the next day. Disciples needed to inform General Manager Xun they were leaving to go to a sect if … Read more