Behind him.
The little girl's eyes widened. She had only meant to follow this human uncle and see what he was up to, but he really was a mighty cultivator!!
She bolted back, ready to tell her elders about this earth-shattering discovery.
One year later.
The Scholar changed his appearance and gradually blended in.
He went to a small tribe, built a stone house, and lived there. Whenever it rained, he sat outside his stone house and watched the rain.
Today.
A light rain fell from the Immortal Firmament again, and he sat outside once more.
"Brother Qicang, how can your cultivation improve when you sit outside day and night? Why not join us in growing something valuable for the Mountain Clan descendants? We could exchange it for plenty of immortal Dao resources. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Haha!"
A burly man passed by, laughing. He looked the Scholar up and down. "There's still plenty of wasteland on my Back Mountain. How about letting your Brother Tang clear it for you?"
The Scholar went by Qicang.
A Spirit who had wandered in from the wilderness. Although he rarely spoke, he was sincere in his dealings, winning the goodwill of every cultivator who spent time with him. Before long, he had befriended quite a few cultivators in their little tribe.
"Brother Tang, the Mountain Clan descendants?" Wang Qicang asked despite already knowing the answer. He smiled softly and cupped his hands. "Though I came from the wilderness, I heard quite a few stories along the way about the Mountain Clan lineage and its descendants. The cultivators here seem to hold them in great reverence."
"Hahaha!"
At the mention of this, the burly man surnamed Tang grew animated and immediately walked over, pointing around them. "Brother Qicang, you don't know this, but back