As for mortals, it did not matter—anything would do.
But once a cultivator took on a disciple, it meant taking on karma. That karma had to be borne by oneself.
There was no end to the trouble involved. Ye Lin was also someone who disliked trouble, so being alone was quite nice—peaceful and clean.
"F-Four seniors, please, I beg you four seniors to take me as your disciple."
Just then, a young man suddenly came before Ye Lin and knelt, weeping. His body was covered in wounds, and he carried not the slightest aura of cultivation. He was merely an ordinary mortal.
There was an especially horrifying wound on his leg.
Such a wound was fatal to a mortal. One careless mistake, and he could lose that leg.
"Stand up before you speak."
Yang Xiu frowned and waved his hand. The horrifying wound on the young man's leg instantly healed, and the injuries over the rest of his body likewise returned to normal.
"Thank you, Immortal Master. Thank you, Immortal Master."
The young man immediately scrambled to his feet and thanked him.
"Go on."
Yang Xiu said flatly.
"Four Immortal Masters, I come from a small mountain village a hundred li from here. There were four people in my family. We once lived happily, and I even had a fiancée."
"I thought my life was already complete, but in the end, a band of mountain bandits came to our village. Without a word, they began burning, killing, looting, and robbing. Whoever they saw, they killed."
"My parents, my neighbors, my relatives—they all died beneath their blades. And my fiancée, for my sake, was violated to death by those bandits."
"I will never forget the look in her eyes when she died. Never."
"I ran. I left that place. While fleeing,