By the river.
Early in the morning, the boy left in a carriage.
Because several small sects had announced they were looking for disciples.
He had been lucky enough to be chosen.
So he was headed to a so-called Immortal Sect, where he would become an immortal's disciple and seek a good opportunity for himself.
Would the future be better?
He had heard the clan chief say that the Human Clan was now flourishing. Though they could not compare to the Witch Clan, they were still far stronger than they had been in the chief's youth.
The chief said that young people had to cultivate diligently so they could become the backbone of the Human Clan's future.
At the thought of succeeding in cultivation and giving his family a better life, he could not help but feel delighted, filled with an indescribable joy.
[Ding!] [The Anti-Cliché System has awakened. Mission: Refuse to become an elder's disciple and become a registered disciple who sweeps the grounds.] [Mission reward: One Heavenly Spirit Pill (consuming it can temper talent and innate constitution).] [Friendly reminder: The path of cultivation is fraught with countless dangers. Be cautious and do not easily trust anyone.]
"Hm? What is this...?"
The white-clad boy was somewhat stunned. He had not expected to suddenly obtain something like this.
What should he do?
He had always been an extremely cautious person, so he planned to lie low and wait for an opportunity.
As for whether he should become an elder's disciple, that would depend on the circumstances then. Besides, why would an elder take him as a disciple?
Could this thing predict the future?
On the road.
A fallen clan chief's son was coughing. Heavy snow was falling here, and the weather was especially frigid as cold winds