Qingcheng Mountain had always been one of Taoism's sacred sites in ancient times. Later, Jin Yong's work The Smiling, Proud Wanderer left it with a somewhat unfavorable impression in the minds of some people.
Even now, Qingcheng Mountain remained a vast range of continuous peaks, with only one modest Taoist temple. After all, as one of Taoism's four sacred sites, it was home to many talented people and presented a flourishing scene. However, it was difficult to say how many of them were truly devoted to seeking the Dao.
"Where did the two ladies come from?" An old Daoist priest approached them. The two women before him were not only exceptionally graceful and beautiful, but also possessed an innate spiritual aura. At a glance, it was clear that they were no ordinary people. They were none other than Old Mother Lishan and Venerable Wen Jing, who had descended upon Qingcheng Mountain. The old Daoist was stunned by their breathtaking beauty and the immortal aura surrounding them, so he hurried over to inquire.
"A Golden Core-stage old Daoist," Wen Jing saw through his cultivation at a glance and felt quite satisfied. This man had already stepped onto the path of immortality. If he could accumulate enough good deeds and virtue in the future, he might one day ascend to the Ninth Heaven and join the ranks of the immortals.
"What is your name?" Old Mother Lishan asked indifferently.
"This poor Daoist is Guizhenzi, one of Qingcheng Mountain's elders. The two of you truly possess the bearing of immortals and the appearance of Divine Humans. May I ask your Daoist titles? Please allow this poor Daoist to pay his respects and address..." Guizhenzi was incredibly excited. Could he really have encountered immortals descending to the mortal world?
"I am Venerable Wen Jing,