Orphan Tang Bugui was taken up a mountain by a mysterious old man. After thirty years of arduous cultivation, he had made some progress.
"Little Junior Brother, once you leave the mountain, do whatever you want. No matter how much of a commotion you cause, your senior brothers will handle it."
"Junior Brother, don't listen to your Fourth Senior Brother. Listen to your senior sister. You are leaving the mountain to test yourself, so don't forget to uphold justice."
"Little Junior Brother, as your eldest senior brother, I may not have seen you much in these thirty years, but you are Master's most valued disciple and the pride of our sect. Don't get too caught up in worldly affairs. Devote yourself to cultivation."
"Haha! Little Junior Brother, your Second Senior Brother doesn't have much to give you. Here's a list of my disciples outside the sect. If anything comes up, you can call on them anytime."
After Tang Bugui went down the mountain, the first thing he encountered was a bloodsucking jiangshi from a foreign tribe.
One year later...
Why did Master and my senior brothers and sisters hide this from me? Could the calamity of ten thousand ages be descending again?
@Hunter writes as if it's life now, so real