Cultivating Immortality, the Rogue's Way

At dusk, on Mount Kunlun in Shu, at Wuwei Peak.

"Master, I can't bear to part with you!" Long Jingtian clung to an old Taoist who looked to be in his sixties, his nose running and tears streaming as he spoke in a choked voice.

"My disciple, I can't bear to part with you either. But you've seen the state of our sect. I have no choice! The task of bringing our sect to greatness is yours now. I'll be waiting here for you." As he spoke, the old Taoist wiped his eyes with his sleeve. But there wasn't a single tear in them!

"Hmph! You old fraud, how dare you say that? Your young master here was doing just fine, living freely on my mountain as its king. If you hadn't said I was gifted and lured me up here, telling me that cultivation could make me immortal, more handsome, and refined enough to attract beautiful women, would I have wasted my youth for nothing?" Long Jingtian no longer looked even slightly sad. His eyes bulged wider than a bull's, and he glared furiously...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.