There Is a Little Villain on Qingyun Peak of Immortality

Yan Zian is a person abandoned by the world. He doesn't know who his parents are, he doesn't know how old he is, and he doesn't deserve a decent name. He fished for food in smelly ditches and waited for death in a pile of straw in a ruined temple. An old beggar named Zhou Laoyan picked him up, wrapped him in a tattered cotton-padded jacket, taught him to steal things, teach him how to look at people, and taught him how to live. The old man said: "Don't imitate me in the future." Then the old thing died. He died on the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, in the snow, in a corner that no one knew about. Yan Zian dug a hole in the hard soil with his frozen hands and buried the only person who was kind to him in the world. The old man left him a black token. Engraved on the back of the token is a crooked smiling face, drawn by a child a long time ago - probably thinking that smiling would make him less afraid. Yan Zian walked into the heavy snow carrying the token. He didn't know where to go, he just walked in the direction of the mountains. Because the old man said that there are immortals on the mountain. Because those who chase the old thing wear the same clothes and can fly. He wanted to know what the old thing was hiding from in his life. Later, a drunkard named Li Bufan took him to Qingyun Sect. The Alchemy Peak is extremely broken, and there are four weirdos living on it: the senior brother who is as suspicious as Cao Cao, the second senior brother who is unfathomable, the third senior brother who is as arrogant as Caesar, and the fourth senior sister who is so stupid that she bursts into pieces. They all thought they were just ordinary people. They don't know how evil they are. Yan Zian doesn't know either. All he knew was that the token in his arms was something that the Qingyun Sect had been looking for for forty years.