Master, Can the World of Cultivating Immortals Tolerate Our Sect?

When he was ten years old, his parents went into the mountains to collect medicine and never came back, leaving Chen Mosheng an orphan. At the spiritual root testing conference, he was unexpectedly found to have "empty spiritual roots" that were rare in a century. The elders of the immortal sect shook their heads and sighed. Only the sloppy old Taoist's eyes lit up, and he rushed to accept him as his disciple: "This boy's unique skills of poisoning the cesspit and knocking immortals with a sap won my heart!" From then on, the style of painting in the world of immortality changed suddenly. Chen Mosheng stirred up the situation with his strange master, and relied on one-handed tricks to deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction. On that day, Chen Mosheng stood on the top of the Conferring God Platform, facing thousands of immortals, and finally put on a sly smile: "Everyone, follow me today - Ah Zhi, hey, brother, you stepped on my toes!"