Qin Heng’s excitent was hard to contain. Even while flying in the sky, his laughter bordered on manic.
Perhaps the rollercoaster of despair turning into hope had left his heart thoroughly exhilarated.
"What are you thinking? The senior is willing to take us to cultivate immortality, yet you refuse. Why is that?" Qin Heng couldn’t understand Lin Fan’s thoughts. Such a great opportunity, missed just like that—he would surely regret it later.
For now, he felt fortunate.
Thank goodness he agreed to let the elder help him "die," or else he wouldn’t have had the chance to encounter this senior.
Moreover, the senior was even bringing him to the Immortal Sect.
Truly lucky.
"I honestly just want to go back to farming." Lin Fan didn’t want to continue conversing with Qin Heng. Was this guy genuinely stupid or pretending to be? Asking such blunt questions—if he were to answer that the elder’s origins were suspicious and he might harm them, wouldn’t that alert the elder that they’d already seen through him? Then the elder wouldn’t bother hiding anymore, and they’d die even faster.
Qin Heng shook his head and said, "What’s so good about farming? Roaming the heavens and the earth is far more unfettered."
Lin Fan ignored Qin Heng and carefully looked downward. Indeed, they were seated atop a cloud.
Riding clouds and mist—an immortal’s abilities.
Absolutely incomparable to martial arts.
And they were flying incredibly high; everything on the ground had beco minuscule. Falling from this height would surely result in being smashed to pieces.
He pondered where the elder intended to take them.
"Senior, where are we headed?" Qin Heng asked curiously.
Fang Jiuzhen chuckled and replied, "We’re leaving the mortal world and heading to the land of the Immortal Sect. If it weren’t for riding a cloud to take you, ordinary mortals would need ten years to reach it. Moreover, the closer, the more dangerous—so much so that martial arts experts attempting to venture into the Immortal Sect’s territory are essentially dood to failure."
"So far away... it truly seems that seeking the immortal path is as difficult as ascending to the heavens," Qin Heng remarked in awe.
But Lin Fan picked up on so subtleties in the words.
He felt as though the elder was subtly warning them, while also revealing so information.
Once there, leaving would likely be impossible.
Ah, had he known things would turn out this way, he wouldn’t have left Dawn City even if it killed him—now he had to deal with this ss.
Lin Fan quietly prayed in his heart.
Dear heavens...
Please let there be no trouble.
Judging by how fast they were flying, their speed was terrifying, yet they couldn’t feel any harsh wind. At this pace, if the wind were allowed to hit them, even a martial artist at the Innate Realm would be torn apart by the ferocious gales.
Upon closer inspection...
They were surrounded by a thin, glowing barrier.
This might be mana.
Fang Jiuzhen remarked, "This is natural. An Immortal Sect cannot be entered casually. Even mortals with imnse determination, coupled with a slim, near-impossible hope, would still be rejected at the gates—unable to enter."
Qin Heng exclaid once again, perhaps trying to act a bit over-the-top to attract the senior’s attention and build rapport, hoping for special treatnt in the Immortal Sect.
Up to now, Lin Fan hadn’t said a single word.
He truly felt uneasy.
The plot wasn’t following the usual formula.
If this old man truly had ill intentions, how would they resist?
It should’ve been a gradual journey—step by step, growing from weak to strong. Where had things gone wrong?
Night fell and morning arrived.
Several days later...
"We’ve arrived. Up ahead is the Immortal Sect," Fang Jiuzhen said, pointing ahead.
Qin Heng eagerly looked forward, clenching his fists, his flushed face almost shouting out in excitent. Taking a deep breath, he felt the air here was so fresh—much fresher than where they’d been before.
Even Lin Fan, who wasn’t particularly interested, raised his head to look. On a distant, enormous mountain ridge, there were many buildings, though they were too far away to make out clearly.
Soon enough...
Fang Jiuzhen gently brought the two of them down at the Immortal Sect’s entrance.
Qin Heng’s earlier exuberance had turned a bit more restrained. He thought of how he’d soon et more Immortal Sect disciples and, in the future, build brotherly bonds with them, calling each other senior and junior brothers.
Just imagining it thrilled him.
Lin Fan frowned in confusion. This wasn’t quite how he’d imagined the Immortal Sect—it lacked the ethereal quality he’d envisioned. Logically, an Immortal Sect should at least have a few celestial cranes flying among the peaks, occasionally letting out a cry to add a touch of mysticism.
But here...
"Welco back, Sect Leader!"
At that mont, two disciples hurried over, bowing respectfully.
"Hmm, during the ti I was away, has it been hard on you? Have any disciples ventured out?" Fang Jiuzhen asked.
The two disciples replied, "Reporting to Sect Leader, no one has descended the mountain."
"Good. It’s too dangerous outside." Fang Jiuzhen heaved a slight sigh of relief and then added, "These two are newly recruited disciples of mine. As they are newcors, make sure to arrange everything for them properly and treat them well."
"Understood, Sect Leader." The two disciples glanced at Lin Fan and Qin Heng with sowhat peculiar expressions, a hint of sympathy in their eyes. Perhaps it was fellow sufferers pitying each other.
Qin Heng almost fainted from excitent. He’d initially thought the elder held high status within the Immortal Sect, but he hadn’t expected him to be the Sect Leader—the head of the sect. He’d actually beco the disciple of a sect’s leader. This was his ticket to the pinnacle of life!
Yet, what was with the looks the two senior brothers were giving him?
Why did it feel like they were looking at him with envy?
It made sense upon reflection. After all, he was the Sect Leader’s disciple—they must be extrely jealous.
In the future, he’d return to his family in glory, flaunting his achievents. And there’d be no shortage of people wanting to cozy up to him. He’d generously allow them the chance to do so.
Lin Fan furrowed his brows deeply. Sothing seed off—very off.
The cultivation level of these two disciples was only at the Innate Realm. Damn it, how was that possible?
"You You: Innate Realm."
"Wang Han: Innate Realm."
The most crucial detail was that neither of them had a Spirit Root, just like him—without a Spirit Root, one couldn’t cultivate immortality.
As Qin Heng looked around excitedly, he inadvertently glanced up at the mountain gate’s signboard. He imdiately beca puzzled.
"Master, aren’t we the Supre Martial Immortal Sect? Why does it say Nine Heavens Immortal Sect?"
He rembered the Immortal Sect conducting the recruitnt in Dawn City was the Supre Martial Immortal Sect, not the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect.
Fang Jiuzhen explained, "The Nine Heavens Immortal Sect takes its na from the concept of ruling the nine heavens and ten earths, unrivaled across the eight directions of the universe."
Qin Heng nodded in partial understanding. "I see. Listening to Master’s words, I realize the na of our sect carries such a profound aning. Dominant—truly dominant."
"Go now. Once you’ve changed into your robes, I’ll conduct the Immortal Sect initiation ceremony for you." Fang Jiuzhen instructed.
"Yes!" Qin Heng was beside himself with excitent.
A ceremony! He’d heard correctly—an initiation ceremony. How could it be anything less grand?
Fang Jiuzhen gazed at his two new disciples, a look of satisfaction on his face. Not easy—truly not easy...
In the distance...
Lin Fan and Qin Heng walked side by side. Lin Fan whispered, "Do you know what situation we’re in right now?"
"Of course! We’ve joined the Immortal Sect—our chance to cultivate immortality has finally co!" Qin Heng said excitedly.
Lin Fan couldn’t bother explaining further. Instead, he caught up to You You and pulled him aside, whispering, "Brother, can you tell what’s really going on here?"
"Don’t ask. When the ti cos, you’ll know," You You whispered back, glancing around to confirm no one was eavesdropping. Then he added softly, "Don’t worry. There’s no danger—just no way to go back."
"You were forcibly brought here too?" Lin Fan continued to press, his intuition screaming that there was an untold secret.
You You looked at Lin Fan with a complicated expression. There was much he seed to want to say but ultimately sighed instead.
Forced?
He’d been tricked into coming.
Ten years had passed...
He couldn’t go back even if he wanted to. The Innate Realm was far too weak—if unlucky, he could die just from the shockwaves of battles between experts fighting miles away.
Returning to the mortal world might allow him to serve an empire and beco a general or sothing.
But forget it.
Life wasn’t bad here—at least, the Sect Leader treated them decently.
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