Nine Dragon Mountain lay west of You Province, stretching nearly ten thousand li. Its terrain was steep, majestic, and rugged, and several rather remarkable Spirit Veins were scattered throughout the area.
Thus, in the deep mountains and great marshes, woodcutters and hunters often spread tales, saying they had seen traces of immortals.
True immortals naturally did not exist in this realm. Most of the strange tales and anecdotes on the lips of those ordinary mortals actually came from cultivators.
After all, Nine Dragon Mountain's Spirit Veins were quite good, so sects large and small in the cultivation world would naturally come here to settle down.
This morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, four streaks of escaping light in different colors appeared in the distant heavens.
A moment later, the escaping lights drew near. Their radiance faded, revealing three men and one woman.
The one in the lead was an elderly man in Daoist robes, with a childlike face and crane-white hair, as if an immortal had descended to the mortal world.
Floating to the old man's left was an ordinary-looking youth dressed in a blue robe, though he also carried a somewhat free and unworldly air.
The man on his right appeared to be a little over forty. He had three wisps of long beard and an extraordinary bearing. Between each glance and turn of his eyes, he seemed like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
As for the only woman, she was a beautiful madam dressed in red. She was not exactly young, but her figure was full and lush, and every gesture and movement of hers was still brimming with allure.
These four were all resounding figures in today's cultivation world.
They were Spirit Herb Mountain's sect master, Perfected Master Tongyu, and his brilliant