Tiedan's Path to Immortality

The morning sky was clear for miles around.

At the Floating Immortal Sect on Azure Heaven Peak, golden light shone from the upper reaches of the main hall. Several thousand disciples gathered in the center of the square, gazing up at the twelve meditation cushions on the high platform.

“Hey, have you heard? The Floating Immortal Sect’s tournament this time has twelve places. They say they’re selecting elite disciples for the inner sect.”

“Of course. I heard the sect leader is presiding in person, and all the inner sect elders are here.”

The crowd buzzed with discussion, their eyes occasionally drifting toward a disheveled boy in the corner. He had delicate features, but looked utterly destitute. His clothes were tattered, and several scars could just be seen on his body.

“Heh, that useless Tiedan showed up too. He really doesn’t know when to quit.”

“Don’t say that. He’s the first genius in the history of the Floating Immortal Sect to spend ten years stuck at the first level of Qi Refining!”

Mocking voices rang out one after another, but the boy seemed not to hear them. He simply clenched his fists in silence.

Tiedan was his name.

The weakest of the Floating Immortal Sect’s outer sect disciples, he had long since grown used to such ridicule. Ten years ago, he had been admitted to the sect for his astonishing spiritual root aptitude. But ten years had passed. The others had already broken through to Foundation Building, some even reaching the Golden Core stage, while he alone remained stuck at the first level of Qi Refining.

No one knew that he trained desperately every day, but the meridians in his body were like a leaking funnel: however much spiritual energy flowed in, just as much flowed out.

“Tiedan, you actually dared to come!” A grating voice suddenly rang in his ear.

He looked up. It was his fellow disciple, Wang Chaoyang. This “genius senior brother” loved nothing more than giving him a hard time