[The Immortal Path Beauties] Chapters 1-6

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February 11, 2017,
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Chapter 1: Young Wang Xiaoer

. A quiet village.

Birds sang and flowers bloomed in the village. After the rain, many children played on the muddy paths, their happy laughter echoing.

However, one child was watching the children playing indifferently.

The child squatted under a huge tree, looking deeply at the children playing, a hint of
envy in his eyes.

The boy's name was Wang Xiaoer. He lost his parents at a very young age. People around him said he was a jinx because since
his parents died, he had been living with relatives. Strangely, every time he stayed with a relative, something unfortunate would happen within
a month .

For example, the year before, Xiaoer stayed at his aunt's house, and his aunt's son died; two months ago, he stayed at his
cousin's house, and his cousin went bankrupt; however, last month, when he stayed at his grandfather's house, what happened made him convinced that he
was a jinx.

That day, Xiao Er was catching fish by the river, having a great time, when suddenly a milky-white
bead and hit him on the head. Xiao Er was overjoyed and immediately took the bead home to show off to his grandfather.

But then tragedy struck. That night, a sudden downpour began, and a man in black broke down Xiao Er's door
. His grandfather saw him and hurriedly told Xiao Er to hide under the bed. Hiding under the bed, Xiao Er heard
his grandfather 's screams and knew what had happened.

The next morning, he crawled out from under the bed and saw his grandfather lying in a pool of blood. He finally
couldn't hold back his tears.

From then on, no one around him wanted to accept him; everyone called him a jinx.

Xiao Er lived like this for several years, in a daze. Whenever he felt he couldn't bear it anymore, he would remember his grandfather's
words: "Xiao Er, you must be strong. Only by being strong can you survive." His grandfather's death became Xiao Er's greatest
pain. He constantly thought about avenging his grandfather, because his grandfather was the person who loved him most since childhood.

Xiao Er didn't know much about the murderer who killed his grandfather, the man in black that night. He
had only vaguely heard the words "Creation Pearl" that night.

Xiao Er took out the milky-white pearl from his sleeve. It was this pearl that had killed his beloved
grandfather.

Xiao Er sighed, put the pearl back in his sleeve, and headed towards the back mountain.

He came to a cave with some simple furniture. He pulled out
a dirty steamed bun from somewhere and wolfed it down. He had gone to great lengths to steal it from
Master He had even broken his leg while running away for it.

After finishing the bun, Xiao Er licked his lips, still wanting more. "If only I could eat my fill," he sighed.
Then he covered himself with a tattered quilt and fell into a deep sleep…

Chapter Two: Did I Meet an Immortal?

Wang Xiao'er was jolted awake from his sleep. A torrential downpour was raging outside, and the constant clap of thunder terrified him.

Normally, Xiao'er wasn't afraid of thunderstorms, but ever since his grandfather's death, he had developed
an intense Every time it rained heavily, he would remember the day his grandfather died.

Xiao'er trembled under the covers, his fear growing stronger. The image of his grandfather's gruesome death flashed before his eyes,
turning his face deathly pale, as if he were gravely ill.

Suddenly, Wang Xiao'er heard a strange sound, which sounded like…footsteps?

He peeked out from under the covers, wanting to see what it was.

He saw a woman slowly walking into the cave. Xiao'er couldn't make out her face, only vaguely seeing her voluptuous
figure.

*Boom!* Another clap of thunder, and Wang Xiao'er's tension and fear intensified.

"Could she be a ghost?" Thinking this, Wang Xiao'er couldn't suppress his grief and
burst tears.

His cries attracted the attention of the 'female ghost,' and she approached him.

Wang Xiaoer closed his eyes, tears still streaming down his face like a kite with a broken string. The thought of
being killed by the 'female ghost' and unable to avenge his grandfather made him feel his life had been incredibly miserable.

"So be it, death is death. It'll be better to reunite with Grandpa this way." With this thought, Wang Xiaoer, emboldened by
some unknown source courage, threw off the covers and shouted, "Come on, kill me!"

"What are you saying?" A clear, melodious voice, like a nightingale's song, reached Wang Xiaoer's ears.

He instinctively looked up and saw a woman in a Taoist robe. The robe itself was
ordinary , but on her, it was incredibly alluring. Her long, snow-white legs, and the exaggerated
curves and rounded shape of her waist and hips, were enough to make anyone who saw her take a second look.

Her breasts were so full that the robe seemed unable to contain them, as if they might burst out at any moment. And her long, red
hair made her seem like a ball of fire.

Her pretty face was indescribably beautiful; her oval face seemed naturally alluring, and her eyes,
sparkling with a hint of seductive charm, made Wang Xiao'er gasp involuntarily, but he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look
a second time.

Wang Xiao'er murmured, "Even female ghosts are this beautiful..." Wang Xiao'er hadn't seen many
women in his life; the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen was Widow Wang in the village, but this woman was
a hundred times more beautiful.

"Boy, I'm not a female ghost, I'm an immortal." The 'female ghost' smiled slightly, her smile even more
alluring yet carrying a hint of evil. This evil, however, didn't diminish her beauty; instead, it made her even more
captivating, like a rose with thorns.

"An immortal?"

"Yes, I'm an immortal. I was originally going back to my sect today, but I encountered such
a , so I had to take shelter in this cave." The 'female ghost' pouted helplessly.

"So you're not a female ghost? But how can you prove to me that you're an immortal?" Wang Xiao'er couldn't help but
ask .

She didn't answer, but under Wang Xiaoer's gaze, she raised her small hand and waved it towards the stone wall beside her.

With a loud boom, a hole was blasted through the stone wall, and rubble fell down with a series of
soft thuds.

Wang Xiao'er was stunned. He looked at the female immortal, "Immortal..."

But the next second, Wang Xiao'er pulled his frail body out of the blanket and knelt directly before the female immortal.

"Immortal above, please accept me as your disciple!"

"Huh?" Now it was the female immortal's turn to be stunned.

Chapter 3 Am I an Immortal?

Su Mei looked at the silly-looking boy in front of her and felt a little strange. How come someone wanted to
become her disciple as soon as she arrived?

"Raise your head." Hearing this, Wang Xiao'er quickly raised his head. Looking at that beautiful face,
Wang Xiao'er was a little shy and looked away embarrassedly.

Su Mei looked at the boy in front of her and couldn't help but be stunned.

The boy looked only eleven or twelve years old, with a fair and smooth face, possessing a sharp and handsome appearance; his dark,
deep eyes shone with a captivating luster, revealing a hint of sadness and worry, yet his gaze was incredibly firm.

Su Mei noticed Wang Xiao'er's thin body again, and a pang of heartache involuntarily appeared in her eyes.

Su Mei reached out her right hand and placed it on Wang Xiao'er's head. She closed her eyes, as if trying to sense something.

Wang Xiao'er only felt his head being touched, but dared not move, afraid of disturbing Su Mei.

After a while, Su Mei opened her eyes, and her hand left Wang Xiao'er's head.

"What a pity, it's a low-grade spiritual root," Su Mei said regretfully.

"Master, even if this disciple has no talent, this disciple will work hard, I will definitely put in a hundred times the effort!"
Upon hearing the immortal's words, Wang Xiao'er sensed something was wrong.

A silence fell.

"Fine, fine, I'll take you in." Su Mei was a little helpless. This kind of inferior spiritual root was only
suitable for , and he might never have the chance to touch the Great Dao in his entire life. But seeing the child's pitiful state, her heart softened and she agreed
.

"Thank you, Master!" Wang Xiao'er jumped up excitedly. He had thought he was going to be rejected.

The rain outside the cave had stopped sometime earlier. Su Mei looked out of the cave with her beautiful eyes. "Since you are my disciple now, let
's go back to the sect."

"Sect? Is it a sect of immortals? Will I have to cultivate immortality there too?" Wang Xiao'er couldn't help but ask.

Su Mei nodded.

"Hold my hand." Su Mei stretched out her slender hand.

"Ah?"

"What 'ah'? Hurry up and hold it, otherwise how will we get back to the sect?"

Wang Xiao'er blushed and took Su Mei's hand, feeling a soft touch.

What happened next was something Wang Xiao'er would never forget.

Su Mei and Wang Xiao'er's bodies slowly floated up and flew out of the cave.

Wang Xiaoer stared blankly as he flew up, unable to help but scream in fear.

"Scared? What's the point of cultivating immortality if you're afraid of heights?" Su Mei rolled her eyes at Wang Xiaoer.

Unfortunately, Wang Xiaoer didn't see Su Mei's eye roll, otherwise he would have blushed again.

Wang Xiaoer suppressed his fear and looked curiously at the ground.

His village flashed past, and Wang Xiaoer felt a sense of bewilderment. A new
life was about to begin. At this moment, Wang Xiaoer felt a longing for cultivation, but also a strange fear. He'd heard from the villagers that
immortals were ruthless and heartless. Would he die?

His grandfather's kind face suddenly appeared in Wang Xiaoer's mind. Wang Xiaoer gasped. He cultivated immortality
to find his grandfather's killer, and also to gain the power to protect himself. His grandfather died because
Wang Xiaoer lacked the power to protect him. "

I will cultivate immortality!"

Wang Xiaoer made up his mind, casting his fear to the winds.

But after a short while, Su Mei heard Wang Xiaoer scream again.

The Yin Sect, located at the southernmost tip of the cultivation continent, is one of the most powerful sects in the southern border region, boasting
a history of over a thousand years and a reputation that resounds far and wide.

A massive mountain shrouded in mist stands majestically on the desolate land.

Wang Xiao'er felt terrified; as he flew, he saw countless mountains, and several times he felt
he would lose his grip on the other person's small hand.

Suddenly, everything blurred before his eyes, and when things cleared, he found himself outside a pavilion. After landing, his legs trembled
as he looked around at the world, completely different from the village.

In front of the pavilion was a plaque with three large, elegant characters: "

Handy Service Office. "

Chapter Four: Handy Service Office

A horse-faced man sat on a large rock. Upon seeing Su Mei arrive, he immediately rose to pay his respects.

"Send this boy to the Handy Service Office," Su Mei said, ignoring Wang Xiao'er, before turning into a rainbow and disappearing
into the distance.

The horse-faced man paused upon hearing the words "servants' quarters," glanced at Wang Xiao'er, handed him a
cloth bag for a sect servant, gave him some expressionless instructions, and then led him out of the pavilion. The path was lined with courtyards and
countless pavilions, paved with bluestone, and filled with the fragrance of flowers and grass—a scene like a fairyland. Wang Xiao'er's heart fluttered, and his
tension and trepidation lessened somewhat.

"What a wonderful place! This is much better than the village!" Wang Xiao'er exclaimed expectantly. As they walked,
the scenery became increasingly breathtaking, and he even saw several beautiful
women passing by, making him instantly fall in love with the place.

A moment later, Wang Xiao'er was even happier, especially when he saw a seven-story pavilion at the far end,
its entire structure crystal clear, with cranes flying overhead.

"Senior Sister, are we here?" Wang Xiao'er asked excitedly.

"Yes, it's over there." The horse-faced man remained expressionless, speaking calmly and pointing to a side path.

Wang Xiao'er followed his gaze expectantly, only to freeze instantly. He rubbed his eyes and
looked . The path was riddled with cracks, the surrounding area was dilapidated, several thatched huts looked like they could
collapse at any moment, and a strange stench wafted from it…

Wang Xiao'er felt like crying. Clinging to his last hope, he asked the horse-faced man,

"Senior brother, you've pointed to the wrong place…"

"No." The horse-faced man replied calmly, walking onto the path first. Upon hearing this, Wang Xiao'er felt…
The beautiful moment crumbled, and he followed with a bitter face.

He hadn't gone far when he saw several figures darting about at the end of the dilapidated path.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that each person was carrying a broom, and they were all cleaning with miserable expressions.

Sensing someone's arrival, especially seeing the horse-faced man, one of the taller men greeted them
with a look of surprise.

"What brings you here today, sir? Have I been selected for the outer disciple selection?" The man's eyes
gleamed with excitement.

"I'll take this boy to your menial quarters. He's been delivered. Farewell!" The horse-faced man's expression darkened upon seeing him, showing
a hint of annoyance, and he quickly retreated.

Wang Xiao'er, his face full of resentment, turned his gaze from the direction the horse-faced man had gone and glanced at Wang Xiao'er.

"Oh ho, a newbie here! Come on in, let your senior brother show you
around ."

"Senior brother, I...I am Wang Xiao'er..."

"Wang Xiao'er? Hahahaha, then I'll call you Xiao'er from now on." Hearing
the name , the man couldn't help but laugh.

"Wang Xiao'er, not a bad name, hmm...fair skin, petite and delicate, and quite innocent-looking, not bad,
not bad , your name suits my taste perfectly." The man's eyes lit up, and he patted Wang Xiao'er's shoulder,
almost knocking him over.

"May I ask your name, senior brother?" Wang Xiao'er gasped, rolled his eyes, and pondered the man's
name.

"My name is Zhang Da, that's Zhang Er, and there's Zhang Si..." Zhang Da chuckled.

Hearing these names, Wang Xiao'er secretly smiled.

"By the way, junior brother, let me introduce our sect to you."

Zhang Da cleared his throat. "Our Yin Sect is the third strongest among the eight sects in the south. We mainly
fight by controlling zombies and poisonous creatures, and we primarily train our divine sense, because the stronger the divine sense,
the more things you can control. Unfortunately, the disciples in our menial affairs department can't learn
any of these things; they can only learn the basics."

Wang Xiao'er's forehead creased with annoyance.

Zhang Da continued, "The daily work of the disciples in our menial affairs department is managing the sect's daily affairs,
such as digging for spiritual herbs, sweeping, and capturing corpses. By the way, don't you think the scenery here is beautiful,
like a paradise on earth?"

Wang Xiao'er nodded.

"Then you're wrong. To be precise, our menial affairs department isn't even within the sect. The sect's scenery is really
… never mind, let's not talk about that. Let me tell you, only by becoming an outer disciple can you truly enter the sect."

"Oh." Wang Xiao'er nodded, seemingly understanding.

Chapter Five: The First Awakening of Divine Sense!

"Next, I'll take you to your resting place and give you the cultivation technique we repaired. Practice it well, you'll be going on a mission
tomorrow " Zhang Da said earnestly.

Wang Xiaoer arrived at his room.

Inside were a pill, a wooden sword, a stick of incense, a servant's clothes and token, and finally
two bamboo books with the words "Introduction to Divine Sense" and "Qi Condensation Chapter" written on them.

Wang Xiaoer picked up "Introduction to Divine Sense," finding it more interesting, perhaps because of the word "divine" on it
.

He opened it and began to read carefully.

"So-called divine sense is one's own spiritual power. Spiritual power is very useful;
a person with strong spiritual power can instantly kill tens of thousands of people. And this is only one aspect of its use; there are others... There is only one way for beginners to improve their divine
sense: to sense the moon and absorb its essence. This is the simplest and
most common method, useful at any stage. And there is also..."

Before he knew it, it was already dark.

Wang Xiaoer pushed open the door and went outside. Looking at the bright moon in the beautiful night sky, he sat cross-legged on the
ground , focusing his mind on the moon, trying to absorb its essence.

Several hours passed, but Wang Xiaoer felt nothing. He grew anxious.

"Perhaps I should calm my mind and try to sense it more?"

Wang Xiaoer took a deep breath, calming his mind and focusing his entire being on sensing the so-called
essence of the moon.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Xiaoer sensed a strange energy in the night sky
. His calm mind immediately stirred, and he tried to guide that strange energy into his mind

. Slowly, the strange energy entered his mind.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoer felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he lost consciousness.

If anyone were there, they would have seen a milky-white bead on Wang Xiaoer's chest slowly float up
, emitting a strange light that shone on him before returning to his
body .

At dawn, Wang Xiao'er groggily got up from the ground. "What's going on? Did I faint last night?"

But soon, Wang Xiao'er noticed the change in himself. He felt that everything around him was clear,
even with his eyes closed. Although the area was small, Wang Xiao'er was still very excited.

Wang Xiao'er suddenly remembered Zhang Da's words. It seemed that he was supposed to do a mission this morning?

Wang Xiao'er hurriedly ran to the mission location that Zhang Da had mentioned.

"What's your name?" A man sat on a chair in front of the mission location.

"Wang Xiao'er."

"Hmm... Your mission is to go to Yin Mountain and bring back three Yin Grasses." The man said casually.

"Okay."

The people around him felt sorry for Wang Xiao'er when they heard the mission the man had assigned him.

"Have you heard? Yin Mountain has been very unsafe lately. There's been thunder and lightning day and night."

"Senior Brother Zhou, who went last time, still hasn't returned."

Wang Xiao'er found these words strange, but he didn't pay any attention to them.

He just walked towards Yin Mountain on his own.

Chapter Six: The Beautiful Female Corpse

Yinshan was originally an ordinary mountain, but it is said that an ancient great battle took place here,
resulting in countless and injuries. Countless spirits lingered on Yinshan, making it a land of spirits. More importantly,
Corpses were scattered everywhere in Yinshan, seemingly remnants of an ancient war, making it
a frequent haunt of the Corpse Sect.

"Holy crap, can it be?" Wang Xiao'er stared in shock at Yinshan.

Terrifying lightning bolts frequently struck the clouds above Yinshan; whether it was an illusion or not, Wang Xiao'er
vaguely saw red lightning.

Under the dense lightning, Yinshan appeared incredibly eerie and terrifying. Wang Xiao'er swallowed hard and mustered his courage
to approach Yinshan.

Entering Yinshan, strange noises filled the air, creating an extremely eerie atmosphere.

He opened the bag the man had given him; inside was a strangely shaped black herb—this must be the Yin Grass.

Wang Xiao'er frantically searched the ground for Yin Grass. He only needed to find three to complete his mission
, so he was anxious to leave this strange place as quickly as possible.

Generally, Yin Grass only grew on the outer edges of Yinshan; no one had ever ventured into its depths, as it was said to contain something extremely
terrifying .

Several hours passed, and Wang Xiao'er still hadn't found a single shady plant, which puzzled him greatly.

"Hehe..." A strange laugh came from behind Wang Xiao'er.

Wang Xiao'er's face turned pale. He dared not look back, because he had heard from the villagers when he was a child that if you hear
a strange sound behind you, never look back, or you might encounter something terrifying.

Wang Xiao'er hurried forward, trying to avoid the eerie sound.

But strangely, the sound grew louder, and the creature making the sound seemed to be getting closer.

Wang Xiao'er ran forward, his body trembling, cold sweat dripping onto the ground. Suddenly, Wang
Xiao'er lost his footing and fell downwards. He felt a sharp pain, and then lost consciousness.

At dawn, in a dense thicket of grass, a person crawled out, looking disheveled.

It was Wang Xiao'er.

"Damn, what happened?" Wang Xiao'er shook his dizzy head.

He recalled everything that had happened the night before and sighed helplessly.

Wang Xiao'er wandered aimlessly forward, not knowing how long he had walked, until he saw a human
figure . Overjoyed, he thought he was saved.

Wang Xiao'er released his divine sense.

Everything around him was clearly displayed before him.

He searched for the person, when suddenly a figure appeared in his divine sense—a
woman.

A woman dressed in luxurious clothes, her slightly wheat-colored skin looked so healthy, her jet-black
hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall, her beautiful face exuding charm, yet her complexion was incredibly pale,
her beautiful eyes tightly closed.

Her large breasts strained against her luxurious clothes, her long, white legs crossed, the top of
her thighs slightly exposed, filling one with fantasies about that mysterious area.

Wang Xiao'er was stunned, secretly comparing her to his cheap master, but he quickly
recovered and slowly walked towards her.

"Hey, miss, hello, I'm lost, could you tell me where this is?"

She didn't answer, remaining in that position.

"Hello, are you alright?"

A sudden gust of wind blew by, and her body collapsed limply.

Wang Xiao'er ran over and helped her up. Looking at her beautiful yet incredibly pale face, Wang Xiao'er felt a pang
of curiosity .

He held his finger to her nose, but felt no warmth.

Only then did Wang Xiao'er realize she was dead.

Touching the soft yet cold skin of the female corpse, Wang Xiao'er felt a surge of emotion.

His gaze moved downwards, and he noticed that the ground where the female corpse had been sitting was covered in cracks, as if it had been
struck by something heavy.

Wang Xiao'er stared at the beautiful face of the dead female corpse.

Suddenly, he remembered what was described in "Introduction to Divine Consciousness"—that by separating a portion of one's divine consciousness and entering the unconscious body, one could
control its body.

Wang Xiao'er looked at the beautiful corpse before him and tried to do just that…

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