"Junior brother."
"Junior brother!"
Chen Xu opened his eyes to find a round face less than three inches from his own.
"Senior Brother Yuan Pu..." He stretched and pushed the face away. "What is it this time?"
"What is it?" The round-faced senior brother named Yuan Pu planted his hands on his hips. "Our master's sermon has already started, and you're still sleeping here! You must be asking for a beating!"
Chen Xu froze, then sprang to his feet.
"Shit, why didn't you say so sooner!"
"I've called you eight hundred times!"
The two dashed out of the side hall, one behind the other, raced through the corridors and past the flower beds, and knocked over several fellow disciples carrying books, drawing a chorus of curses.
"Chen Xu! Are you racing off to reincarnate?!"
"Sorry! Sorry!"
Chen Xu apologized as he ran. Senior Brother Yuan Pu followed behind, panting like an old dog. "You... slow down... I can't keep up..."
"Senior brother, you need to lose some weight!"
"Shut your mouth!"
Chen Xu grinned, but never slowed his pace.
The Heavenly Mystery Sect was a middling, medium-sized sect in the Grand Void Immortal Domain.
Its sect master was a Golden Immortal, while its elders varied in strength, the weakest being only a mid-stage Mystic Immortal.
Across the entire Immortal Realm, sects like this were as plentiful as hairs on an ox, unworthy even of carrying the great sects' shoes.
But Chen Xu liked it here.
He had joined the Heavenly Mystery Sect at twelve, becoming the youngest True Immortal in its history.
On the day he became a disciple, his master, the sect master, had clasped his hand in excitement. "The Heavenly Mystery Sect... is finally going to rise!"
Back then, Chen Xu had not understood what it meant