The Tang Dynasty: I Have Three Thousand Taoist Arts

A rugged mountain peak.

Dozens of soldiers in military garb made their way along a winding, uneven mountain path, led by a burly general as they headed toward the summit.

"Does a god really live in a godforsaken place like this?" one of the soldiers in the group couldn't help muttering under his breath.

"What are you saying? Stop wasting your breath!" The burly general had sharp ears. He turned around and barked at him, and the chatter among the marching soldiers immediately quieted down.

It took them more than half an hour to finally reach the summit.

Before them stood a dilapidated Taoist temple. Wisps of smoke drifted out from inside, clearly showing that someone lived there.

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