Behind him.
The little girl's eyes widened. She had originally wanted to follow him and see what this Human Race uncle was really up to, but he truly was a great cultivator!!
She bolted back, preparing to tell the elders of her family about this earth-shattering discovery.
A year later.
The Scholar changed his appearance and gradually blended into this place.
He went to a small tribe, built himself a stone house, and lived there. Whenever it rained, he would sit outside the stone house and watch the rain.
Today.
A light rain once again fell from the Immortal Firmament, and he sat outside again.
"Brother Qicang, how can your cultivation improve if you sit outside day and night? Why not join us in planting some valuable crops for the Mountain Clan descendants? You could trade them for a great deal of Immortal Dao resources. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Hahaha!"
A burly man passed by, laughing as he spoke. He looked the Scholar up and down. "There's still a huge stretch of wasteland behind my house. Want your Brother Tang to level it for you?"
The Scholar was named Qicang.
He was an Otherworldly Spirit who had wandered in the wilderness. Though he spoke little, he was sincere in both conduct and dealings, leaving every cultivator who met him with a favorable impression. Before long, he had gained the friendship of many cultivators in this small tribe.
"Brother Tang, Mountain Clan descendants?" Wang Qicang knowingly asked, smiling as he cupped his hands. "Though I came from the wilderness, I heard many tales along the way about the Mountain Clan lineage and their descendants. It seems the cultivators here all hold them in great reverence."
"Hahaha!"
At the mention of this, the burly Tang man became animated and immediately walked over.