Evolving from a Spiritual Herb
Others who travel through worlds receive a golden finger to aid them. Yet, I, for reasons unknown, crossed over and became… a blade of grass. An immortal herb. It took me ten whole years to condense a body of immortal spirit. I shaped myself into the image of a banished immortal, handsome and ethereal, believing at last that I could summon the wind and call the rain. But… why is this world so perilous? And as for when I was still just a divine herb, there was a little yellow dog always by my side. That dog, who absorbed my essence day after day, somehow became a spirit as well, excelling in using its inherited secret arts to hoodwink and cheat others… Thus, a person and a dog move quietly through a world rife with schemes, keeping a low profile. Along the way, we befriend a few extraordinary companions, and together, we sweep across the land in a series of adventures. A humorous and cunning tale, this book is also known as "This Young Hero Has an Immortal Aura" and "I Crossed Over and Became a Blade of Grass."
Evolving from a Spiritual Herb
South of Nanling.
A land of blessed caves and celestial realms.
Idle Cloud Sect.
Palaces and pavilions rose like clouds and mist, washed in the glow of the morning sun, their silhouettes crowning the mountain peaks. In the air lingered faint echoes of the profound Dao, an ancient resonance that never ceased; yet to those uninitiated, its meaning was forever out of reach.
Moments later, figures darted through the dawn light, riding upon rare beasts and auspicious creatures. They arrived from all directions, alighting atop the summit.
Today was the formal day for Idle Cloud Sect to recruit inner disciples. To rise from the outer courtyard into the inner sect required a grueling competition—a rite of passage. Only by becoming an inner disciple could one truly be counted as a member of Idle Cloud Sect. The outer courtyard, after all, was but a place to foster talent, not the true lineage.
And so, not only had all outer sect disciples gathered, but the inner disciples had also assembled in full. Though this selection was held every three years, today was different. For today, the Sect Leader would personally designate his sole direct disciple. Thus, not a soul was absent.
"Hey, have you heard? This time, there's a handsome little senior among the inner disciples!"
"Look, right there, behind those people..."
"Ah! He's looking this way! He's really looking at me! He must've fallen in love with my beauty—ah, I'm dying!"
...
Before the competition began, a few
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