Heading north from the Misty Cloud Mountain Range, Nalan Yanran soon spotted a small village ahead.
Nalan Yanran turned and flew straight down, landing in the village.
Perhaps because of the magical beasts nearby, the village was sparsely populated.
There were only two or three households in all, and Nalan Yanran landed outside the courtyard of one of them.
The family lived in an adobe house with a courtyard outside.
Seeing a beautiful immortal descend outside his courtyard, the little boy playing with mud hurriedly dropped the mud in his hands and ran back into the house to call his mother.
"Mother, Grandma! An immortal has come to our house! A really, really pretty immortal!" the little boy shouted excitedly as he ran inside.
The little boy's world was simple: anyone who could fly was an immortal, and an immortal with breasts who smelled nice was a fairy big sister.
Fairy big sisters were all kindhearted and came specifically to save people like them from suffering.
Hearing that an immortal had arrived, an old woman leaning on a cane immediately emerged from the adobe house, followed by a middle-aged woman wearing a lace-trimmed apron.
Though the Years had worn away the contours of the middle-aged woman's face, a trace of alluring charm remained clearly visible at the corners of her eyes.
It was not hard to tell that, in her youth, she must have been a great beauty renowned throughout the neighboring villages.
The woman clearly had more worldly knowledge than the old woman and the little boy. In her youth, she had left the village and been fortunate enough to see the outside world.
She knew that besides ordinary people, this world also had cultivators—the so-called immortals.
Cultivators varied in strength. Powerful ones could travel through the air, move