Qingyun Mountain Path!

Qingyun Mountain Path.

"This is a scam!"

Ye Xuan wanted to curse.

At this moment, he was like a dead dog, sprawled on a bluestone.

Is this transmigration?

Is this it?

He looked down at his own small, tender hands, then at his pitifully short, thin legs.

Ye Xuan only felt his life was bleak.

He was originally a fine young man, 1.8 meters tall, but with one blink of his eyes, he had shrunk into a little child about ten years old.

Rejuvenation sounded exciting.

But in this world of cultivation, without high-speed rail or airplanes, it was practically a hellish start.

"System?"

He silently recited it in his mind for the eighth hundred time.

There was no "ding."

"Old grandpa?"

He shouted into the broken ring on his hand again.

The ring was silent, not even a ghost in sight.

Ye Xuan rolled over, lying flat in a "big" shape, silently calculating in his mind.

This was at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, three li above.

According to the original plot, the Qingyun Sect was at the summit.

As long as he climbed up and became a disciple, learned the Sword Control Technique, and even if he couldn't reach the Taiqing Realm, he could live for several hundred years, right?

At worst, relying on his decades of modern wisdom, becoming an outer disciple would also be wonderful.

Ideals were plump.

Reality was, this small body couldn't even defeat the wild monsters at the entrance of the Novice Village.

How long had he been climbing?

Less than half an hour!

His legs felt like they were filled with lead.

Let alone Qingyun Sect, even the monkeys halfway up the mountain could come down and teach him how to behave at any moment.

"No, I can't climb directly."

Ye Xuan grabbed a handful of dry grass from the ground and rubbed the mud off his face fiercely, making himself look even more pathetic.

Rather than dying of exhaustion halfway and feeding the wolves, it was better to wait for a rabbit by a stump.

Qingyun Sect was such a large sect!

Someone must come down the mountain to buy groceries, right? Someone must come down to deliver mail, right?

As long as he caught a living cultivator.

With his glib tongue and this harmless appearance, he didn't believe he couldn't hitch a ride!

Just as he was thinking.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp whistle suddenly came from above, as if tearing the air apart.

Ye Xuan abruptly sat up, ignoring the sharp pain of his backside hitting the stones, and looked up.

He saw a crimson brilliant light cut through the clouds, wobbling as it descended towards them.

Its posture didn't look like sword control flight, but more like drunk driving.

"Someone!"

Ye Xuan's eyes lit up, brighter than seeing his own father.

The crimson light lowered its altitude, stirring up a gust of wind that made the surrounding leaves rustle noisily.

The light dispersed, revealing a broad and sturdy figure.

The person wore a coarse cloth Daoist robe, was tall and robust, with a square face that exuded an honest aura.

He was currently holding a large cloth bag and was sweating profusely as he recalled his sword.

This appearance...

This aura...

This broadsword that looked very heavy...

The Great Bamboo Peak's chief disciple, Song Daren!

Ye Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he was instantly overjoyed.

This was a famously kind-hearted person within the Qingyun Sect!

If he had run into those show-offs from Dragon Head Peak!

With his appearance as a little beggar, he probably wouldn't even get to speak before being blown away by a gust of wind!

But Song Daren was different; this guy was soft-hearted!

Heaven is helping me!

Ye Xuan instantly channeled his inner actor, his eyes reddened, and tears flowed without any need for preparation.

"Who's there?"

As soon as Song Daren landed, before he could even steady himself, he scanned his surroundings vigilantly.

He had originally come down the mountain to purchase some daily necessities.

He was passing through this area on his way back.

Song Daren vaguely sensed a trace of life, which prompted him to land his Immortal Sword to investigate.

When he looked down, he saw a little mud monkey curled up beside a bluestone.

About seven or eight years old, in tattered clothes, with a dirty little face.

Only his eyes were bright and dark, filled with tears, looking at him timidly.

"A child?"

"What are you doing here?"

"In this desolate wilderness, aren't you afraid of being snatched by wolves?"

Song Daren was stunned, scratching the back of his head, his honest demeanor even more pronounced.

Now's the time!

Ye Xuan suddenly lunged forward, grabbing onto Song Daren's thigh.

The movement was so practiced it was heartbreaking, as if he had rehearsed it countless times.

"Immortal Brother!"

This cry was so pitiful and melodious.

The crisp child's voice carried three parts fear, three parts grievance, and four parts excitement at seeing a savior.

Song Daren froze all over from the embrace, almost dropping the cloth bag in his hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't call me that!"

"I'm not an immortal, I'm a cultivator... I'm a Qingyun Sect disciple."

"Let go first, and let's talk properly."

Song Daren was at a loss.

He wanted to push away the dirty child, but he was afraid of hurting him, so he could only sigh helplessly.

Ye Xuan held on tighter.

Was he kidding? Let go?

If he let go, you'd run away, and who would I find?

"I won't let go!"

"If I let go, I'll die!"

Ye Xuan rubbed all his snot and tears onto the hem of Song Daren's Daoist robe.

"Immortal Brother!"

"Please take me in!"

"I want to cultivate! I want to learn skills!"

Ye Xuan looked up.

His small face was now filled with determination and despair!

Song Daren's head was spinning.

He hated these kinds of situations the most.

If it were Yao or Mo, he would have immediately drawn his Ten Tiger Sword without a second thought.

But this was a child!

"Cultivation?"

"Little brother, cultivation is not a game."

"Besides, our Qingyun Sect has extremely strict disciple recruitment; not just anyone can join."

"Where is your guardian? I'll take you home."

Song Daren gave a wry smile and crouched down, trying to reason with this clingy child.

Home?

Ye Xuan sneered inwardly.

My home is on that tiny broken planet, how are you going to take me there?

"I don't have a home anymore."

"The flood came, my father is gone, and my mother is gone too."

"Everyone in the village died, and I was the only one who managed to escape..."

Ye Xuan lowered his head, his voice instantly becoming somber, carrying a heartbreaking stillness.

He had rehearsed this speech in his mind for a long time!

It was a universal script, designed to cure all kinds of 'saintly' hearts!

As expected!

The expression on Song Daren's face softened instantly.

Any trace of impatience had long since vanished, replaced by overwhelming sympathy.

"This... this world..."

"Such an unfortunate child."

"But even so, I can't just take you up the mountain."

"If Master finds out, he'll surely punish me."

Song Daren sighed, reached out to pat Ye Xuan's head, his tone much gentler.

He thought of Tian Buyi's scowling face.

Song Daren couldn't help but shudder!

Master had been in a bad mood lately, often losing his temper over the mediocre aptitude of the Great Bamboo Peak disciples.

If he brought back a little beggar whose background was unknown, he'd probably get a severe scolding.

"I'm not afraid of hardship!"

"I'm not afraid of being tired either!"

"Immortal Brother, please just let me try!"

"Even if it's just chopping wood and making fires on the mountain, that's fine!"

"As long as I can stay on the mountain, I'll do anything!"

Ye Xuan seized the opportunity, his eyes fixed intently on Song Daren.

After speaking.

He deliberately showed off his arm, which was covered in scrapes.

The 'bitter flesh' strategy, upped the ante!

Song Daren looked at the bloodstains on the slender arm, his defenses crumbling bit by bit.

This child... he certainly has a resilient spirit.