Don't Fly with Your Sword at the End of the Term

It is nothing new for a master of cultivating immortals to hide in the city. A thousand-year-old banyan tree spirit pretends to be an ancient tree and receives monthly subsidies; an eight-hundred-year-old fox spirit acts as a host and relies on her beauty to attract yang energy; a five-hundred-year-old literary monk studies hard at eight-legged essays, and when he comes out of seclusion, he discovers that the imperial examination has failed. But seventeen-year-old Lu Yuan was different. Shen Qingci, who was at the same table, said that she was the reincarnation of Celadon Immortal Lord and had lived for three thousand years. From the first year of junior high school to the third year of high school, she played the role from a non-staff member of the Dragon Team to an alien observer. Lu Yuan listened to her make up the role for four years and did not believe a word of it. Until she read the Tao Te Ching and he floated up. Half-step Qi training period. Out-of-body experience. Fingertips can burst into flames. Lu Yuan thought this was just an outrageous story about his roommate, until late one night, he saw a row of children squatting behind the ventilation duct in the abandoned old dormitory. No, not a child. The things turned and smiled at him.