In a remote area far from the river outside Mount Yunmeng, withered wheat seedlings are being scorched by the blazing sun, while an old man with a hunched back is still working in the field.
His eyes were filled with despair as he looked at the sun in the sky. If it didn't rain soon, the summer grain on his four acres of land would be completely lost, and his family would have to sell themselves into servitude to survive the famine.
Suddenly, a sultry breeze swept by, and the scorching sun in the sky was somehow obscured by dark clouds, while the air was filled with a damp smell.
The old man, who had spent his whole life working the land, could already smell the earthy scent wafting from the dampness in front of him with his keen sense of smell.
It's going to rain!
The stars spun around, the clouds thickened, and after all the clouds gathered, lightning and heavy rain poured down together, soaking the withered wheat seedlings and saturating the dry soil.
The old man knelt tremblingly in the field, his dry eyes filled with tears. After thinking for a moment, he bowed deeply in the direction of Mount Yunmeng.
Time flies, Yueru quickly. Every day, Dansheng studies the inscriptions on the stone wall and Yuan Gong's handwriting in the Heavenly Book. Only after careful study does he dare to take out his Divine Brush to depict the clouds and rain. There are always people at the foot of the mountain seeking divine intervention, and he always harbors desires from all sorts of people in his heart.
He had thoroughly felt the power of heaven and earth in the Heavenly Book. Although his cultivation level was not high, he seemed to possess a supreme aura because he had mastered the laws and the workings of the world.
"I beg the immortals to grant my wish. I am a tenant farmer from outside the mountains, sold to Earth Lord. This year, the river flooded and inundated all my land. The fields are still waterlogged. I beg the immortals to grant my wish and change the course of the river so that the tenants can replant their crops."
The ragged girl knelt on the ground, pleading with the immortals of Mount Yunmeng to help her change the course of the water.
The girl was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Her shapely figure could still be seen under her tattered clothes. Her pretty face, free of makeup, was now filled with numbness and pain, and her bright, intelligent eyes were filled with tears as she prayed to the mountaintop.
After understanding the girl's prayer, Dansheng consulted the calendar again and noted the river's course change in the Heavenly Book. Now he was quite adept at these things.
Although Dansheng did not know that he could change the rules of the world by writing on the mountaintop, he learned of his power from the people who returned to fulfill their vows. They said that changing the course of mountains and rivers and controlling clouds and rain were all the work of immortals.
Am I now considered the same as my master?
Throughout the summer, Dansheng was busy helping the people. He received the power of the Heavenly Book, and it was true that praying to this immortal was quite effective. Besides, there was no need to buy incense, so it was cost-effective. All he had to do was say "thank you" and that was it.
In ancient society, grain harvests were extremely dependent on the weather, and the situation of extremely low productivity could not be changed in a short period of time. The only thing to do was to try to regulate the weather to help farmers increase their harvests, hoping that a surplus year after year would accumulate a larger population and trigger a qualitative change.
Dansheng, holding Heavenly Book that could change rules, establish laws, and command the world's operation, transformed himself into the Minister of Agriculture.
An agricultural fairy Dansheng!
"Who are you? What are you doing up on the mountaintop?"
"Ah? I'm a tenant farmer from outside the mountains. I... I've come to fulfill a vow. I brought wheat bran to feed the cranes."
"Are you... are you an immortal?"
"I'm going to talk to this girl in linen clothes! "Dansheng asked loudly.
The girl carried a small bag of wheat bran in her clothes. On the mountaintop, she picked up the bran and held it in her palm. Several Luan Crane flew to her side and pecked at the bran.
At that moment, she was loudly reprimanded and became so nervous that she shrank back and couldn't speak. Her small, thin face beneath her dry, yellow hair was downcast as she looked at her bare feet.
Two small hands kept clutching the hem of her clothes. The Luan Crane hopped in front of her and pecked at the bran inside her clothes.
"You can't just come to the mountaintop anytime you want. You'd better get down here right now."
"You think I'll just come down the mountain like that? You... you look about my age. You're not an immortal. Even the cranes that immortals raise like me. I... I'm not going down."
"You!"
The girl kept her head down, not daring to raise it. Perhaps she disliked Dansheng's old-fashioned words. She turned her face away and mustered her courage to speak. After speaking, she fed the bran in her hand to Luan Crane.
When Dansheng saw that she was angry with him and refused to go down the mountain, and even said that she was not an immortal, he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment.
I, Dansheng, get up earlier than the chickens and go to bed later than the dogs every day. I possess unparalleled treasures and have become the Minister of Agriculture, all for your wholehearted service! And yet you say I'm not an immortal!
Okay, then I'll show you my immortal certificate!
The girl looked at the boy, who was about her age, with a strange expression. The boy was very angry after she refused to come down the mountain, but she was not afraid at all. Her body, which had been working in the fields for many years, was no weaker than the boy's.
After feeding the Luan Crane, the girl clapped her hands to shake off the bran stuck between her fingers, looked at the boy with her big eyes, and then strode barefoot down the mountain.
They're leaving already? I haven't even taken out my immortal certificate to check it yet.
Dansheng watched the girl's retreating figure as she descended the mountain. This was the first time he had come into contact with a human since his master left. The girl's stubbornness annoyed him, but the sight of her large eyes as she left etched itself into his memory.
Time passed, and the days went by one after another. Dansheng continued to shine in his position as Minister of Agriculture. His wholehearted service attitude and honest and reliable service quality made Mount Yunmeng even more famous. As Dansheng became more and more proficient in manipulating the Heavenly Book, his business volume increased dramatically.
Everyone who comes to fulfill their vows thanks him at the foot of the mountain, but only one young girl secretly climbs to the top to feed the Luan Crane bran.
At first, Dansheng was angry, but under a pair of big, watery eyes, Dansheng felt that his master's rule against letting people go to the top of the mountain could perhaps be relaxed a little.
What people fear most is not loneliness, but the loneliness that comes after experiencing their inner thoughts. Once he got used to the girl's presence, Dansheng didn't mind her coming to the mountaintop.
After all, she was used to feeding the Luan Crane.
If he doesn't see the girl at the appointed time, Dansheng will even be disappointed, as if a pair of eyes is missing in his dreams.
Every day, Dansheng listened to the people's prayers from the mountaintop. He tirelessly consulted local chronicles and carefully wrote down laws on parchment scrolls.
He was unaware of the immense power contained within the writing brush in his hand; he simply remembered his master's instructions and his original aspirations. He also enjoyed hearing those who came to Mount Yunmeng to fulfill their vows say, "Thank you, immortal."
Dansheng always paid extra attention to whether there was a girl coming to fulfill a vow at the foot of the mountain. He hadn't heard a girl's wish for a long time. Dansheng carefully consulted the local chronicles of the girl's hometown. When he heard of a similar place, he was always the first to help them.
He studied the inscriptions on the stone wall even more diligently, pondered the characters in the Heavenly Book all night long, and worked hard every day to bring rain. He hoped that he could use the power of the Heavenly Book to help the girl more. Among the crowds who came to fulfill their vows, he always paid special attention to the girl's voice.
With favorable weather, hopefully their harvest will be better.
When he saw the girl again, Dansheng couldn't help but ask:
"How was the harvest at home?"
"My whole family has been conscripted by the government for forced labor, and now I'm all alone. I have no home."
The girl fed the last handful of wheat bran to the Luan Crane in front of her, glanced forlornly at Dansheng with her large eyes, and then turned to go down the mountain.
"Oh, you can stay up in the mountains."
The eyes that appeared in Dansheng's dream were now devoid of any light, and the words he had prepared for their reunion vanished in an instant. He gazed at the girl's lonely figure and spoke in a trembling voice.
Upon hearing Dansheng's words, the girl stopped in her tracks.
After a long while, he turned around and asked:
"Oh? Are you a hermit from the mountain?"
"I... I'm not yet. I... I'm called Dansheng, and I'm learning immortal arts on the mountain."
"Then you really are an immortal? I... I don't have a name, my name is Lian'er..."
From then on, two small figures appeared on the top of Mount Yunmeng, while the once graceful Luan Crane was now being fed like an ostrich.
Watching Lian'er feeding the Luan Crane, Dansheng thought: Master won't blame me for arranging for people to stay on the mountaintop, will he?
"My master said I must first thoroughly understand the inscriptions on this stone wall before I can cast spells. Spells are for the benefit of all living beings, not for personal gain, otherwise I will be condemned by heaven and earth."
"Spells? How do immortals cast spells?"
A pair of large, dreamy eyes blinked incessantly in front of Dansheng, as if the word "magic" was full of mystery to her.
Dansheng gazed into those eyes, he felt his breathing suddenly quicken; the things that had appeared in his dreams were now so close to him.
He caught a faint fragrance emanating from the floral wreath on the other person's head, Dansheng couldn't help but glance at the face of the person beneath the wreath.
"Um?"
Their eyes met, Dansheng's heart skipped a beat. He quickly looked away, his gaze darting to his feet, and stammered, "..."
"My master recorded the text on the stone wall in Heavenly Book, and I can perform magic by reading the Heavenly Book."
The usually calm young man, now breathing heavily, revealed everything about the Heavenly Book.
" Heavenly Book?"
Heavenly Book!
Upon hearing the words "Heavenly Book," the girl's heart skipped a beat, and her hazy eyes suddenly shone brightly.
"Yes! It's Heavenly Book. I consulted the local chronicles and then used magic on Heavenly Book."
Young people always like to show off their skills in front of their sweethearts, and Dansheng was no exception. After Lian'er questioned the magic, he immediately went into the thatched hut and brought out the Heavenly Book.
"This is the Heavenly Book?"
"Yes! This is the Heavenly Book recorded by Master."
Dansheng turned the pages of the parchment scroll one by one, bowed his head, and, just like his master used to teach him to read, read the words he recognized to Lian'er word by word.
Lian'er saw Dansheng holding the open parchment scroll, his small, calloused hands unconsciously stroking the pages. The pale yellow pages seemed to possess a special attraction, capable of drawing one's soul into them.
Is this some kind of Heavenly Book?
This is Heavenly Book!
With his head bowed, Dansheng was completely oblivious to the dazed expression on Lian'er's pretty face, and even less to the boundless fervor that now shone through her usually misty eyes.
As the night grew still, the sound of soft snoring drifted from the thatched hut. A slender figure tiptoed into the hut and, by the moonlight, looked at a jade pen on the table.
After glancing at the sleeping boy on the bed, the slender figure grabbed the jade pen and vanished from the thatched hut in an instant.
The little hand gently turned the pages of the book, and after turning each page of the parchment scroll filled with writing, the finger finally stopped.
But the parchment scroll beneath his fingers was a blank page!
The parchment scroll under the moonlight exuded a captivating eeriness, and the blank page was particularly eye-catching, like a deep black hole, profoundly drawing the attention of the reader.
The person turning the pages stared intently at the blank pages. The pale yellow pages seemed to have endured countless years, with an aura of dust swirling within them. Even with her cultivation level, she could sense a faint pressure emanating from them.
A highly seductive voice rang in my ears: Write down your own laws, change the rules of heaven and earth, write down your own will, and become the true words of heaven and earth!
Her hand holding the jade pen trembled slightly. Despite the piercing demonic chants, she tightly gripped her mind, preventing her spiritual pressure from being revealed.
But she didn't close the book; her eyes were fixed on the blank page, and the blank page beneath her fingers seemed to have a life of its own, gazing back at her intently.
The seductive voices around her seemed to grow louder and louder, and even with her cultivation level, she was finding it difficult to suppress them. The demonic sounds kept teasing her, but she controlled her hand holding the jade pen and remained unmoved.
Write it down, and you will be a god! Write it down, and you will be the master!
Do you still want to be enslaved?
Do you still want to be a fugitive?
Do you still want to kneel before others?
Do you want to be constantly suppressed by others?
Write it down! All the rules you desire!
Write it down! This is your truth!
boom!
An even stronger psychic force surged into her heart, instantly shattering her tightly guarded mind. The psychic force seemed to come from the heavens and earth, delivering a fierce blow to her when she was most hesitant and struggling with her desires.
This blow shattered her already wavering resolve. Her mind raced, recalling the words she had secretly memorized. Her small hand trembled as she picked up the jade pen. Under the endless allure of the pages and her own mental power, she shakily wrote six words on the blank parchment scroll:
Hu Mei'er, Earth Immortal!
As the ink fell, a star streaked Hejian, its trail of light obscuring the moon on the horizon. Countless spiritual energies surged and gathered towards Mount Yunmeng, and a five-colored cloud broke through the barrier, revealing itself between heaven and earth.
The old men and women who had been cultivating in seclusion in famous mountains and rivers, as well as the ferocious beasts and demons, were all terrified. With their Mahayana Stage cultivation, they could naturally sense the terrifying abnormality in the world.
Countless powerful beings focused their gazes on Mount Yunmeng. After countless years of arduous cultivation and the comprehension of endless laws, who knows who has broken through the shackles of this world?
This is the power of another Earth Immortal being born in the world!
For a moment, Mount Yunmeng was as bright as day. After closing the open book, Hu Mei'er's eyes darted around.
The boy was still fast asleep when the jade pen returned to the table inside the thatched hut.
Xu Long, pale-faced, exhaled a breath of stale air from the clouds. He was soaked in sweat, looking as if he had just survived a major battle.
Seeing the Divination Talisman floating in the void in front of him shining brightly, a deep frown immediately appeared between his brows.