A month later.
Travel-worn and weary, Chen Changming had endured the journey without complaint and finally arrived at the foot of Azure Spirit Mountain.
Azure Spirit Mountain was far more beautiful than he had imagined—though not especially tall, it brimmed with spiritual energy. Verdant greenery blanketed its slopes, streams babbled through the mountain, and from afar, it looked like a slab of emerald jade set into the earth.
Mists curled around the mountainside, through which clusters of white-walled, dark-tiled buildings could faintly be seen, carrying the air of a paradise beyond the world.
Yet when he reached the mountain gate, he saw an unexpected sight.
A long queue stretched before the gate, with well over a hundred young men and women, all in the Spirit Transformation Realm.
The snake-like line slowly moved forward, while several Su Clan disciples at the gate registered the applicants.
Chen Changming paused slightly, then stepped forward and joined the end of the line.
"Fellow Daoist, what are people lining up here for?" He patted the shoulder of a young man in a green robe ahead of him and asked politely.
The young man turned around. He had refined features and the cultivation of the first level of the Spirit Transformation Realm, appearing to be in his early twenties.
He sized Chen Changming up, then smiled. "You've just arrived, haven't you, Fellow Daoist? The Su Clan is recruiting outer sect disciples for the medical path and teaching the Azure Spirit Body-Healing Art. All of us are here to try our luck."
Chen Changming's heart gave a violent leap, and he was both startled and delighted.
The Azure Spirit Body-Healing Art?
Wasn't that the Su Clan's ancestral healing divine art that Senior Bi Cang had mentioned?
He had thought he would need to go through considerable trouble