Red Peak was not tall. Within the Great Luo Holy Land, it could not even be considered a peak, only a small hill.
Because the entire mountain was planted with red-leaved trees, it was also a scenic spot in the Great Luo Immortal Palace, where disciples came to wander and admire the sights.
However, Red Peak was not especially famous. Looking across the Great Luo Holy Land, there were countless places that outshone Red Peak—especially the peaks where the True Disciples lived, each one dazzling and desirable.
But ever since the Great Luo Sect Master brought back a disciple three years ago, Red Peak's fame had soared. Everyone throughout the Holy Land wanted to catch a glimpse of this Qilin Child, yet over the past three years, only a handful had been fortunate enough to see him.
But everyone who had seen this Qilin Child praised him without exception.
There were even rumors that Senior Sister Ziyun had developed feelings for him. Whether that was true or not, no one knew. After all, she was the strongest among the True Disciples, and no one dared question it.
And just then.
A white figure slowly appeared.
The maple trees across the mountain rustled and trembled. At a glance, red leaves scattered through the air, creating a scene so beautiful it hardly seemed real.
An incomparably handsome young man slowly emerged. He stood eight feet tall, dressed in an Azure Cloud White Sun Brocade Robe, strikingly refined and peerlessly elegant.
The young man was like a Fallen Immortal, as though he had stepped straight out of a painting.
He was simply too extraordinary. In this immortal cultivation world, there were countless handsome men, but what made him truly exceptional was not his appearance—it was his bearing, an indescribable aura.
The moment he appeared, he drew countless gazes. Before him, everything else seemed to dim.
Red leaves rained down over Red Peak. Such a beautiful sight could intoxicate the soul, yet his appearance made even that splendor pale.
Everyone was stunned.
Even the newly recruited disciples stared at him as though they had lost their souls.
He looked far too much like an immortal.
Untouched by even a trace of mortal dust, especially those eyes, vast as the starry heavens.
Standing beneath a red-leaved tree, the peerless young man held a Purple Jade Jade Gourd. Like a carefree scholar wandering the mortal world, the fragrance of wine alone was enough to intoxicate people before they drank.
Everyone fell silent, staring as though entranced. Once they regained their senses, the same verse surfaced in all their hearts.
Such a man should exist only in heaven; why had he fallen into the mortal world?
Perhaps he truly was an immortal, merely traveling through the mortal realm.
If the phenomenon triggered by his breakthrough had been shocking before—
Then his appearance now had astonished everything in the world, even creating an instinctive illusion.
For a Fallen Immortal like him, it would have been strange if he had not summoned such a phenomenon.
At that moment, beneath Red Peak, there were no screams and no gasps. Everything was quiet. No one dared raise their voice and ruin such beauty; they could only watch in silence.
Silently gazing at this Fallen Immortal.
Above Red Peak, Lu Changsheng stood beneath a maple tree, quietly looking into the distance.
His aura was too extraordinary. Even while simply standing there in a daze, he gave off an unfathomable air, as though he were contemplating some Great Dao. More astonishing still, an inexplicable light flowed around him, surrounded by Yin Yang Qi, giving others the sensation that he was attaining enlightenment.
Yet Lu Changsheng alone knew that it was all an illusion.
That was right, all of it was an illusion.
Three years ago, he had still been an honest salesman, struggling every day to make a living. Then, on a stormy night three years ago, he had transmigrated.
He had transmigrated into this vast and boundless immortal cultivation world.
He had thought it would begin with the usual worthless loser being rejected in marriage. What he had not expected was that he possessed extraordinary looks and unparalleled bearing. In other words, his charm stat was probably maxed out.
Every movement he made was different from others. Even if he stood there without saying a word, people would feel that he was unfathomably profound.
At that moment, Lu Changsheng had felt that his life would surely be anything but ordinary. With looks like these alone, he was definitely a genius among geniuses.
Soon, the plot unfolded exactly as Lu Changsheng had expected.
On the very first day after transmigrating, he ran into seven or eight mysterious people who called themselves sect masters and Supreme Elders of this or that sect.
Their general meaning was that they wanted to take him as a disciple.
In the end, after the eight of them fought fiercely over him, he chose to join the Great Luo Holy Land. He then followed the Great Luo Sect Master to the Great Luo Immortal Palace and began cultivating immortality.
Everything seemed to be developing in a good direction, but tragedy came a little too quickly.
After arriving at the Great Luo Immortal Palace, he had been burning with impatience to cultivate. His master—the Great Luo Sect Master—had been equally generous, directly taking out Great Luo's strongest cultivation art for him to comprehend, then personally teaching him how to cultivate.
But the result was that he simply could not learn it.
His master had even brought out countless heavenly treasures to perform Marrow Cleansing and Nurturing the Origin and Strengthening the Foundation for him. Yet even so, he still broke the record of the Great Luo Holy Land.
It took him three years to complete Qi Refinement, and he gloriously became a Qi Refinement cultivator.
In the immortal cultivation world, the realms of cultivators were divided into eleven great stages: Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Golden Core, Embryo Formation, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Soul Division, Body Integration, Tribulation Crossing, and Mahayana. Each realm was further divided into four minor stages: early, middle, late, and Great Perfection.
As for him, after using countless heavenly treasures for Marrow Cleansing and Nurturing the Origin and Strengthening the Foundation, he had spent three years merely breaking through to the early stage of Qi Refinement.
What made Lu Changsheng want to cough up blood was that merely reaching the early stage of Qi Refinement had actually triggered such a terrifying phenomenon.
If he had not known his own limits, Lu Changsheng might honestly have been fooled by himself.
At this moment, Lu Changsheng finally understood. He was not exactly cultivation trash, but compared to true geniuses, he was nowhere close. He was the utterly ordinary sort—not particularly good, but not terribly bad either.
Taking three years to break through to the Qi Refinement realm would count as the worst within the Great Luo Holy Land. But in the world at large, reaching Qi Refinement in three years would still place him somewhere above average.
And his greatest cheat was simply that he looked like a protagonist.
That was right.
After three years of careful study, Lu Changsheng discovered that no matter what he did, it produced some unusual effect.
For example, breaking through a realm was actually an ordinary matter, no different from any other cultivator, yet it would trigger a heavenly phenomenon.
It looked intimidating, but in reality, it was completely useless.
Also, every time he broke through a realm, he would gain a passive skill.
The passive skill of the Qi Refinement realm was Great Dao Surround.
Whenever he stood here and thought about something, Great Dao Yin Yang Qi would arise around him, forming an Innate Eight Trigrams Diagram or producing other phenomena.
Those who did not know better would think he was attaining enlightenment.
In the immortal cultivation world, entering a state of enlightenment was harder than ascending to heaven. Only great sages and people of supreme wisdom might enter such a state once or twice.
Yet as long as he wished, he could enter a "false" state of enlightenment anytime and anywhere.
He looked as though he was attaining enlightenment, but he was actually pondering what to eat tomorrow night.
"Sigh!"
With a long sigh, Lu Changsheng felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.
This was an immortal cultivation world where the strong devoured the weak.
He had the face of a protagonist, but not the talent of one. How was he supposed to survive?
Could he only live off women?
Thinking of this, Lu Changsheng could not help glancing at the women below Red Peak.
Sure enough, that single glance left a whole crowd of women swooning.
"Sigh!"
Unable to stop himself, Lu Changsheng sighed again. He raised the Purple Jade Jade Gourd, took a small sip, then headed toward his residence.
He was deeply troubled.
He did not know where the road ahead lay.
Yet soon, a figure appeared inside the house.
It was no one else.
It was Lu Changsheng's master.
Qingyun Zhenren.
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