An Unfavorable Start

Northern Continent, Half-Fallen Cliff.

The cliff's peak resembled an eagle's beak, clutching a blazing crimson sun.

Below it stretched boundless mountain ranges, lush and emerald-green, wreathed in immortal mist—a truly magnificent earthly paradise.

This was the cultivation ground of Spirit Void Cave. Its master, Lingxu Zi, had studied under the Upper Clarity Sect Leader and cultivated to the second rank of Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal. He had five disciples and two attendants under him, while the remaining sect members were too numerous to count, all dwelling within this cultivation ground.

It was evening within the immortal mountain's cave residence.

The man appeared middle-aged, with regular features and a goatee hanging to his chest. He wore a violet cloud Daoist robe, his brows and eyes detached from the mundane world, carrying quite the air of an immortal sage.

He gazed calmly ahead as a young woman draped in peach-pink silk hurried into the residence. Her lovely face bore a dot of cinnabar between her brows.

Cinnabar opened the mind; it was a rite for entering school. This young woman had clearly achieved success in the Dao and could establish a mountain lineage, worthy of being called an Ancestor, yet she still wore that vermilion mark solely because she was the most doted-on junior sister in the sect. Her name was Ling Su.

Before she had even fully come to a stop, she casually poured herself a cup of clear tea. Wetting her throat, she said, "Senior Brother, do you remember Crane Boy from Clear Light Cave mentioning a few days ago that two disciples fleeing disaster had come from Southern Continent and entered under Martial Uncle Clear Light?"

"I remember."

Only after Yun Miao True Person had waited for her to finish her tea did he respond softly.

"These impoverished wretches