(No System + Slow Burn + One Female Lead + Decisive and Ruthless)
Many years later, Xiao Qingyan, now revered as the foremost immortal, still couldn't help smiling whenever he recalled the day he first went to seek a master and learn the arts.
The weather had been fair that day, the sky clear and blue. He knelt reverently before a real immortal in the depths of the mountains, hoping to become his disciple and learn the path to immortality.
The immortal, his expression indifferent, asked leisurely, “What is your name?”
“Xiao Qingyan.”
“Where are you from? Has anyone among your blood relatives cultivated the Dao? Do your parents support your choice?”
“This junior is an orphan, with neither father nor mother, and has wandered from place to place.”
“...Have you ever studied Daoist arts or divine abilities with anyone before?”
“Never.”
“...Have you ever noticed anything unusual about yourself? Great strength, fast running, sharp eyesight, that sort of thing?”
“Not at all.”
The immortal looked impatient, his voice turning cold. “Then... do you have any skills worth showing off?”
“These hands of mine are fairly nimble.”
“How nimble?”
As soon as the immortal finished speaking, a battered illustrated booklet appeared in Xiao Qingyan's hands. The immortal opened it, turned beet red, and said, “So you like reading this sort of thing too, Real Immortal.”
“You insolent brat, showing no respect for your elders! Someone, take this little piece of trash and throw him out!”
Xiao Qingyan looked aggrieved. “I'm innocent!”
Oh, okay, not bad