Among the mist-shrouded green mountains, a simple Taoist temple is looming. This is the Qingfeng Sect, which is quite famous in the world of immortality. At this time, in the square of the Taoist temple, a young man wearing ordinary old clothes was standing in the center. He had an ordinary appearance, but there was a cleverness in his eyes. He was Yifeng who had just been brought into Qingfengmen.
Around him, many disciples in green robes gathered in twos and threes, looking at Yifeng and talking in low voices. "I heard that he is a little gangster from the mortal world, and I don't know how he got into the sect." "It's just that he doesn't seem to have much ability. Maybe he got in through some crooked ways." His words were full of disdain and rejection.
When Yifeng heard these comments, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. Although he felt helpless, his many years of life as a mortal had already taught him how to enjoy hardships. He looked around, looking at the antique buildings of Qingfengmen, with cornices and brackets, green bricks and green tiles, surrounded by trees and flowers, and there was a faint spiritual energy in the air. He took a deep breath and secretly made up his mind to make a name for himself here.
