"But I transmigrated! Though my current identity was merely the son of a wealthy merchant, my parents sent me under the tutelage of immortal cultivators!"
Jiang Wen thought, "Even if my master is only in the Nascent Soul Realm, far inferior to the Mahayana stage cultivators and immortals from those novels, the Nascent Soul Realm is still incredibly powerful. At the very least, one can live for a thousand years!"
He met his master, Bai Fengzi. The man looked like an utterly ordinary old fellow, yet Jiang Wen understood: this was what a High Person was supposed to look like!
Although this master reeked of alcohol, although this master was old and improper, although this master even walked in a crooked, swaying fashion, Jiang Wen knew—a Nascent Soul old monster could send a sword through hundreds of li and take the target's head straight from their shoulders!
Soon afterward, Jiang Wen discovered that this sect was actually tiny. It occupied less than one square kilometer, only half the size of a residential compound from before his transmigration.
"Nothing strange about that. This is the standard configuration for a Hidden Immortal Sect."
You: "..."
No other meaning behind it—you were simply curious about how he would react after learning the truth.
Jiang Wen had joined the sect for barely an hour before successfully sensing inner breath according to the cultivation method. Even his master Bai Fengzi praised him as a heaven-blessed genius, saying he had hope of surpassing this old man and entering the Spirit Transformation or even Void Refinement realm.
Just three hours later, after drinking a specially prepared cultivation-assisting medicinal liquid, Jiang Wen reached the first level of Qi Refinement and could sense an incomparably faint current flowing through his body.
Though it was especially weak, if all that