After I Was Driven Down the Mountain, the Big Guys from All over the World Called Me Young Master.

When Su Mu was sixteen years old, he was kicked down Mount Wangyou by his master. The old man said, We are a small family in Wangyou Mountain and can no longer support you, so we should go down the mountain and make a living on our own. Su Mu believed it. Carrying a patched bag and half a piece of dry biscuit stuffed by his master, he felt that he was the most miserable little disciple in the world. Until later - someone pointed to the wooden sword on his waist and tremblingly said, "This is the sword of the Sword God back then"; someone looked at the broken jade pendant around his neck and knelt on the spot: "This is a token of the Supreme Lord of Alchemy"; a giant of the Demonic Path bowed his head when he saw him and bowed, "My lord, you are finally back." Su Mu was confused: Did you admit the wrong person? I am just an ordinary disciple of a small sect. The old man who was drinking tea in Wangyou Mountain sneezed and muttered: This little bastard, how come you haven't noticed it after half a year since you came down the mountain?