Qin Chuang was born in the mortal world, into a farming household. His life should have been ordinary and uneventful, but when he was fifteen, he went up the mountain to chop firewood and met an Old Daoist.
The Old Daoist was gravely wounded. Qin Chuang could not bear to leave him, so he handed over the dry rations and water he carried with him. The Old Daoist accepted them in silence and said nothing.
By the time Qin Chuang went down the mountain, the Old Daoist had already vanished.
Though Qin Chuang was puzzled, he did not take it to heart.
Until a month later, when that Old Daoist came to the village where he lived, wanting to take him as a disciple and bring him away to cultivate immortality.
That was the happiest moment of Qin Chuang's life. His family was proud of him, the people of the village envied him, and no matter who it was, they all hoped he would succeed in cultivation and bring even the chickens and dogs with him to ascend to heaven.
But the road of cultivation was far from as simple as Qin Chuang had imagined. On the way back to the sect with the Old Daoist, they were ambushed several times. In the end, to save him, the Old Daoist died a miserable death one night. Carrying the Old Daoist's belongings, Qin Chuang went through untold hardships before he finally reached the Old Daoist's sect, Green Mountain Cliff.
Though Green Mountain Cliff took him in, they did not value him. They did not even investigate the Old Daoist's death. He could only suppress his hatred.
After thirty years of cultivation, he had barely crossed the threshold. When he returned to his hometown, he found that his village had long since