On an ancient tree.
"These Ten Great Immortal Sects disciples really are a bunch of dickheads, acting like everyone they meet is their son."
Chen Xun lay back against the trunk and sneered. "I still think our Five Elements Sect is better. What do you think, Old Ox?"
"Moo~" Big Black Ox answered. Those Immortal Gate disciples were more arrogant than the last. Who knew how badly they would be bullied if they went to the Ten Great Immortal Sects?
"Good thing we didn't go to the Ten Great Immortal Sects. With our Mixed Spirit Roots, Old Ox, have you ever heard of sect violence?"
"Moo?"
"They keep mocking us, then we go slap their faces, then they mock us again—on and on without end, until even a dog runs over to bark at us a few times."
"Moo?!" Big Black Ox was shocked. Wouldn't that make them huge suckers? Only idiots would do that.
"And because we're too strong, we'd keep making enemies, with endless schemes and plots coming after us. Tell me, wouldn't our immortality be completely wasted on such meaningless things?"
"Moo!" Big Black Ox's eyes brimmed with tears. It understood again. As expected of Brother Xun, its good Big Brother!
Chen Xun gave a crooked smile, folded his hands beneath his head, and thought of leaving after accomplishing something, hiding merit and fame; untouched by cause and effect, with only two words in his eyes: fucking awesome.
"Old Ox, let's rest for a few days. Digging tunnels is exhausting too."
"Moo~"
One man and one ox soon began snoring away, utterly out of place amid the atmosphere of the Southern Dipper Mountain Secret Realm. The key was, it truly seemed that no one could do anything to them.
A month later, countless bolts of purple