Weishan, Immortal Wave Sect.
Alone, Yang Ganglie had knelt before the immortal sect's gates for three full days, without moving, eating, or drinking.
He wore Gilt Heavy Armor, and his body was at the early Fifth Grade. His sheer weight had crushed the bluestone slabs outside the Immortal Wave Sect, leaving two shallow pits beneath his knees. Beside him, the Dragon-Sealing Staff stood embedded half a meter into the ground.
Yet his humility and sincerity had neither moved the Immortal Wave Sect nor persuaded Sect Master Wu Chen to summon him.
Over those three days, high-grade cultivators of the sect who knew him had come daily to persuade him, but Yang Ganglie had not backed down. He simply knelt stubbornly before the mountain gates, as though waiting for a miracle.
"Boom, rumble...!"
A strong wind rose that day. Dark clouds filled the sky, and after a long buildup, heavy rain fell.
Rain struck the ground like curtains of beads, stirring up clouds of mist.
Inside the Immortal Wave Sect, many disciples gazed out from the Training Hall, only to see hazy rain mist shrouding the radiance of that golden armor.
They discussed it privately, too, and all envied that good-for-nothing Long Yuqing. Not only had the fellow married a famous beauty from Tide Dragon City, he had also gained the support of a father-in-law accomplished in both civil and military affairs.
Had that fucking gardener saved the galaxy in his past life? He really was lucky beyond belief!
By comparison, most of these young Daoists cultivating diligently in the sect had mediocre talent and humble backgrounds, so they sincerely longed for a powerful patron to cling to. Unfortunately, the Heavenly Dao was merciless. Within the immortal mountain sects that mortals envied, there was only brutal competition.
Rain poured down. Yang