Chapter I

"Okay, you Ah Sheng, see that I don't kill you, stop for Lao Tzu-"

With an angry shout, a thin figure broke through the door, stumbled and fell to the ground, and then hurriedly got up, shouting while running out of the yard: "Uncle Nine, I was wrong, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore-"

"Don't you dare, that's what you said last time-" An old man walked out of the room, he held a kitchen knife in his hand, and roared angrily: "Last time, I peeked at the outer disciples to practice, and I was fined thirty rods, and I lost half my life. This time he was even more daring to steal - you say, do you want to die or are you tired of living, have you forgotten how your uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters died? You, you, you are going to be angry with me-"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Ah Sheng's eyes suddenly turned red, he hid outside the fence in the yard, and roared with tears in his eyes: "I didn't steal it, I picked it up—besides, it's clearly a piece of sharpened scrap iron, or rusty, not at all—"

"Shut up for me!" Uncle Nine didn't let Ah Sheng finish his words, he stood in the middle of the courtyard, with one hand on his waist, and the other hand holding a kitchen knife pointing at the young man, and scolded angrily: "I have been digging fog ginseng in the Foggy Mountains for more than 50 years, why haven't I picked up the sword?"

In the last word, Uncle Jiu's voice was so small that he could barely hear it, for fear of being heard. Although there are only two people in the entire vast foggy mountains, he and Ah Sheng.

"Really, Uncle Nine, I don't lie to you-" Ah Sheng leaned against the fence and said with a burning voice: "I was in the back mountain yesterday and saw a running fog ginseng-"

"That's fog ginseng, it's spiritual ginseng. Uncle Nine said in surprise.

"Yes, yes, it's Lingshen-" Ah Sheng kept nodding, and then said, "Lingshen Run, I'll definitely chase it." I've been chasing for more than an hour, and I'm almost lost—"

"Let's get to the point!" Uncle Nine stomped his foot violently.

Ah Sheng was shocked, and hurriedly said: "That spirit ginseng hid in the crevice of the Remnant Sword Cliff, I pulled the vines against the cliff wall and reached in to catch it, but the spirit ginseng didn't catch it, but I touched that thing-Uncle Jiu, you see, my hand was cut, and I shed a lot of blood at that time-"

As he spoke, Ah Sheng raised his right hand, and there was a wound on the palm of his hand, which had dried up and scabbed.

As soon as he heard that Ah Sheng was injured, Uncle Jiu's anger suddenly disappeared, and he threw the kitchen knife and stepped forward, and said with concern: "Injured? Quickly show me-why is it such a big opening? You guy, you always don't let people worry, I knew that I shouldn't have picked you up that year, and let you feed the beasts of the mountains and forests——"

With that, Uncle Nine pulled Ah Sheng back into the house, took a small jar out of the cabinet, and after opening it, a medicinal fragrance instantly filled the entire room.

Uncle Nine dipped the medicine with a strip of cloth and carefully wiped the wound on Ah Sheng's palm.

"The fog ginseng that the outer gate wants, you must not have dug enough, right?" asked Uncle Jiu.

Ah Sheng nodded.

"You kid, how many times have I told you, be a little bit quiet, don't think about it. Cultivating immortals, that is the qualification only that only the venerable scholars in the sect have. Who are you? You're just a slave. If someone finds out that you have secretly hidden that thing, it will not be as simple as scolding thirty with a cane. Uncle Nine said in a stern tone.

Ah Sheng pursed his lips and didn't speak, he touched the imprint of the word 'slave' engraved on the left side of his face, his eyes were full of rebellion and stubbornness, as if to say: Why should I be a slave for the rest of my life?

"What, still not convinced?" Uncle Jiu's eyes widened, and he said in a deep voice: "We Wushan, originally there were more than a dozen people, just because they made such and such mistakes, they were punished by the sect, and now you and I are left." In the eyes of His Holiness, the life of our serfs is worse than an ant—hey, I'm old, you have to stay and send me the end—"

When Ah Sheng heard this, his nose was sore, and he twisted his head to the side with tears.

"I'll dig fog ginseng with you in the afternoon, and before dawn tomorrow, you must be ready. Take that thing and throw it away—" Uncle Nine said in a low voice.

Seeing that Ah Sheng still didn't speak, Uncle Nine drank again: "Did you hear that?"

Ah Sheng reluctantly responded: "Yes, I heard it." ”

"Hurry up—" Uncle Nine bandaged Ah Sheng's wound and urged him: "Go cook, go into the mountain after eating-"

Ah Sheng looked at Uncle Nine in disbelief, raised his hand and shook it, and said, "Uncle Nine, I'm injured, it's very painful-"

"Why didn't it hurt when you stole a handstand in the back of the house last night?"

Ah Sheng suddenly had nothing to say, and went to the kitchen to prepare a meal.

In the afternoon, Uncle Nine took Ah Sheng into the mountain together, went to the Remnant Sword Cliff, and threw the rusty remnant sword off the cliff.

Then, the old and the young began to dig fog ginseng, and they were busy until the second half of the night, and then dragged their tired bodies back to the yard at the foot of the mountain.

Uncle Nine and Ah Sheng are serfs in the Foggy Mountains.

It is said that Uncle Nine was also a disciple of Yunxiao Sect before, but because he violated the door rules, although he was lucky enough to save his life, he was abolished by his master and relegated to Wushan, became a serf, and planted fog ginseng for Yunxiao Sect.

It is a medicinal herb that contains the vitality of heaven and earth, and it is said that it can refine Yuan Dan, and after taking it, it can not only strengthen the body, but also prolong life.

And Yunxiao Sect is one of the top ten immortal sects on the Yuanwu Continent, with tens of thousands of disciples in the sect. Every ten years, September 9 is the day when the mountain gate of the Yunxiao Sect is opened.

This is a grand event in the world of cultivating immortals, and there will be so-called geniuses from all over the continent who will flock to the sect and want to join the Yunxiao Sect and cultivate the Dao Immortal Technique, hoping that one day, they will be able to cut through the void and soar to become immortals.

However, there were very few people who could really pass the entry test and join the Cloud Sky Sect.

Ah Sheng can be described as dreaming of this. But he is just a serf raised by the Yunxiao Sect, with a humble status, and he needs to work for the Yunxiao Sect all his life, and he must not practice without authorization. Otherwise, they will be punished by the patriarchal law at least and will be put to death at the worst.

Tomorrow is the once-in-a-decade event. Uncle Nine received an order from Dongshan Gate to prepare three hundred fog ginseng to refine Yuan Dan and distribute them to those who came to Gongshan to seek Taoism.

As soon as the sky was bright, two sharp whistling sounds suddenly came, and Uncle Jiu and Ah Sheng, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly jumped up from the bed.

"Ah Sheng, quick, that's the howling of Yunying, it's the Venerable Scholars of Dongshan Gate coming-" Uncle Jiu pulled Ah Sheng and ran out, until he ran outside the courtyard, kneeling on his knees, his head and hands lying on the ground.

Soon, a strong wind descended from the sky, rolling up gusts of dust, and two huge cloud eagles slowly descended. On the back of the eagle, two young men in yellow robes rode on horseback.

"Is the fog ginseng ready?" a cold voice came.

Uncle Nine didn't dare to raise his head, and shouted with his prostrate body: "The two Venerable Warriors of Qiqi, three hundred fog ginseng, have been prepared." ”

"What are you doing then?" the other man whispered.

"Yes, yes, yes—Ah Sheng, quickly bring the fog ginseng—" Uncle Nine hurriedly called.

Ah Sheng immediately got up, ran back to the courtyard, picked out two large baskets full of fog ginseng, and placed them next to Yun Ying.

As if to repel Ah Sheng's approach, Yun Ying let out a low roar, flapped his wings, and suddenly rolled up a violent wind, which frightened Ah Sheng to retreat again and again, and sat on the ground with his butt.

"Hahaha-" The two men burst out laughing.

Ah Sheng gritted his teeth, a trace of anger rose in his heart, and his face turned red. These bullshit venerables from the outer gate don't treat him as a human being at all.

"Damn feathered birds—"

Ah Sheng couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, but was heard.

"Hmm, what did you say?"

"Senior Brother Lu, he seems to be scolding your Yunying for being a miscellaneous bird—"

"Damn, I just held my breath in the morning, you're looking for death!"

Uncle Nine suddenly became nervous, and he hurriedly shouted, "Congratulations to the two Venerables." Ah Sheng, get down on your knees and send off-"

Ah Sheng hurriedly knelt down, but the two had no intention of leaving.

Senior Brother Lu shouted angrily: "You humble serf, you actually insult my Yun Ying?" As he spoke, he patted Yun Ying's neck and commanded: "Go, peck at his mouth for me, and see if he dares to speak nonsense——"

When Yun Ying heard this, he immediately let out a scream.

Uncle Jiu's face turned pale, and he hurriedly crawled in front of Senior Brother Lu and prayed: "Your Excellency, this kid is not sensible, you don't remember villains, don't be like him-"

"What kind of thing are you? How can you speak?" Senior Brother Lu raised his leg and kicked Uncle Nine away, fell heavily to the ground, and after a few convulsions all over his body, he slowly stopped moving.

"Uncle Nine!" Ah Sheng hurriedly crawled to Uncle Nine's side, but saw that Uncle Nine had blood on the corner of his mouth, and he was already angry.

"Damn, we didn't provoke you, why did we do such a vicious act?" Ah Sheng roared angrily.

"Damn, you dare to reprimand me!" Senior Brother Lu was furious, and with a slight wave of his hand, a purple qi erupted from his cuff and struck Ah Sheng's neck.

Ah Sheng's eyes were full of anger, and the anger in his heart burned to the extreme. But in the face of a venerable scholar who had cultivated for many years, Ah Sheng was powerless to resist at all.

He hugged Uncle Nine tightly, even if he died, he would die together.

"Uncle Nine, I'll go first, I can't send you to the end-" Ah Sheng straightened his chest and closed his eyes.

At the last moment, a gray light suddenly burst out from the house, and in a flash, it first bounced the purple qi away, and then flashed past Yun Ying and Senior Brother Na Lu.

Senior Brother Lu was startled, he didn't react at all, he only felt a cold neck, and instinctively reached out to touch it.

With a pop, Senior Brother Lu's neck suddenly burst into a thin slit, and streams of bright red blood seeped out of the wound, and then the blood flowed like an infusion, no matter how he pressed it, he couldn't hold it down.

On the side, the cloud eagle, which was still screaming majestically just now, rolled down like a leather ball, and its huge body was motionless, as if petrified, only the broken hole in the eagle's neck was splashing blood.

Seeing such a tragic situation, the other outer sect venerable was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound with his mouth open. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, especially Senior Brother Lu, who was watching his body slowly curl down, his face was even more pale and trembling.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was a gray light hanging in front of Ah Sheng, and it turned out to be a remnant sword that shimmered with gray sword qi.

"You, you actually practiced the art of flying swords?"