The Scoundrel Romantic Cultivator 1-2

Chapter 1: A Battle of Heroes - Part

1: The Immigration Bureau of Another World On

a sweltering summer day, a middle-aged man secluded himself at home writing a novel. He typed furiously at his computer.

He longed to cultivate in the world of immortals, like the protagonists in his novels. Unfortunately, this was just his fantasy;
whether such a world existed in reality was unknown.

However, he believed that this time, Earth held many unknown places and dangers.
Legends circulated, such as the Badaling Delta—were there always stories of people disappearing after entering?

But no one returned to tell us where those who went missing went.

Yet, as long as he didn't travel to the world of immortals, he still had to face the harsh reality of life!

He opened a newspaper, looking for work.

Suddenly, he saw an advertisement:

"The Immigration Bureau of Another World?"

Curious, he went to find this Immigration Bureau. The storefront was large, but the decor was ordinary,
no different from any other immigration office. He went inside and sat down at the counter to inquire.

"Is there really such a thing as interworld immigration?"

"Yes, which interworld do you want to immigrate to?"

Upon hearing the answer from the elegant waitress, the middle-aged man was overjoyed and immediately asked, "
What kind of interworld are there?"

"Many! There are cultivation worlds, magic worlds, superhero worlds, beastman worlds—you'll be satisfied."

"Wow! That's a lot! What are the conditions for immigration?"

"No, and it doesn't cost money. The interworld is short of people, but there are risks involved. Life and death are up to fate; this
immigration bureau takes no responsibility!"

"Can I come back after immigrating?"

"As long as you don't die, you still have a chance to come back."

"Okay, I want to immigrate to the cultivation world!"

"Please fill out the form."

Without thinking, the middle-aged man filled out some miscellaneous information, not knowing its purpose, and then went
home to wait for notification.

A month later, he received a notification: the interworld immigration bureau had approved his application. He was so happy he couldn't sleep all night.
The next morning, he prepared for immigration, bringing nothing but his bare hands.

Arriving at the immigration office of this other world again, he went inside. In one room, there was a large, strange-
looking magic circle on the floor—or perhaps a teleportation circle?

The guide and he stepped into the teleportation circle, and then, for some reason, it emitted a white light. In the blink of an eye, the two of them
appeared on a mountaintop.

"This is Mount Rising Sun, a teleportation point. Take this stone; it's the medium to teleport back to Earth. Don't
lose it. If you feel the environment is unsuitable, please return to Earth as soon as possible. Don't sacrifice your life!"

"I know!"

"Live well, and I wish you a bright future."

The middle-aged man didn't waste any more words, put away the teleportation stone, and strode down the mountain.

Another world... the other world he had always longed for... and here he was. Was this really not a dream?

Reaching the bottom of the mountain, he discovered a small village. At first, he was worried about the language barrier, but he was overthinking it. Perhaps it had something
to do with the language he had filled out on the immigration form; he had written Cantonese.

Penniless and destitute, he needed to find money first to secure his livelihood before considering his next move.

"Oh! Looking for work?" an old woodcutter said casually, puffing on his pipe.

"Yes, I can do anything."

"Alright, the village is developing its forest; you can chop wood for us."

So, they agreed on ten copper coins a day—whether it was too much or too little, it was better to earn it first.

After half a year, winter arrived.

"Jingxian!"

a man shouted. Jingxian was the middle-aged man who had immigrated to the cultivation world. He
had changed his name himself; Jing was his given name, and Xian was his title. Calling himself Jingxian was a kind of aspiration—a hope to one
day become an immortal.

"Present!" Jingxian, wiping sweat from his brow while chopping wood, replied.

"Haha, well done."

"Come on, is there any more work to do?"

"No, let's rest."

Sitting under a tree, watching some elderly people playing chess in the distance, Jingxian, a
newcomer, had become familiar with the village, nestled deep in the forest.

He explained that he was from out of town, passing through the village, and had run out of money, so he had to stay
and work to earn a living. He had asked the villagers if they knew anything about cultivation sects. The village was remote, far from the capital, with
only a few hundred people, and had always been self-sufficient. News from the outside world rarely reached them; they were just villagers and
knew nothing about cultivation or immortals, nor had they ever seen one.

Jingxian was slightly disappointed. It seemed he would have to leave the village and venture out to find out more.

Life was leisurely; he ate, slept, and worked every day, living a fairly comfortable life. After winter, he had saved some money. Just
then, Grandpa Qian, who came from outside the village, was delivering some supplies. Jingxian felt it was time to leave the village, so he went along.

The road was a rugged, muddy path, difficult to traverse. There was no horse-drawn carriage, so they had to walk. The nearest county
town was two days' journey away. The journey was long, and it was a turbulent time. According to Grandpa Qian, the political situation in Yan was unstable.
The emperor was young and inexperienced, and his mother controlled the government, losing popular support. Various prefectures and counties held their own armies, and
there were few truly loyal ministers in Yan; they were all ambitious and plotting rebellion. If it weren't for the renowned general Meng Ying who suppressed the competition, Yan would probably
have already fallen into internal strife.

Jingxian wanted to inquire about the state of the world, but although Grandpa Qian was knowledgeable, he was just a villager
with limited knowledge and experience, and he couldn't get any answers.

Arriving easily in Baima County, a small town with low walls and minimal defenses, it wasn't a major military stronghold and
had few soldiers stationed there.

After bidding farewell to Grandpa Qian, Jingxian explored on her own, naturally inquiring about the cultivation world. Like many novels,
the places for gathering information were usually either markets or teahouses.

On the second floor of the Good Luck Teahouse, Jingxian had just ordered her meal when the waiter brought it over. While waiting, she casually inquired about cultivation...
The location of the immortal sect.

"Excuse me, where is the nearest immortal sect around here?"

The waiter looked Jing Xian up and down, curious whether this young man was only now starting to cultivate immortality.

"Fenglan Sect, on Mingyue Mountain, about twenty miles east of Baima County. Young man, I advise you to give up.
Although Fenglan Sect isn't a big sect, it won't look at you."

"How do I know it won't work if I don't try?"

"Alright, then go ahead and give it a try."

After breakfast, Jing Xian set off for Mingyue Mountain. However, halfway there, a spring rain started to fall, and the rain grew heavier and heavier
. So he found a dilapidated temple to take shelter from the rain.

He muttered to himself, "What bad luck."

Then, a man and a woman walked in from outside the temple. The man was handsome and extraordinary, and the woman was charming and beautiful. They
were both young, in their early twenties, dressed in green robes and carrying swords. They had the air of江湖儿女 (jianghu children, heroes and heroines) about them, which fascinated Jing Xian
, as if he were watching a movie.

Especially the woman, with her excellent looks and voluptuous figure, her stunning curves accentuated by the rain.

"What are you looking at? I'll gouge your eyes out!" Jingxian, surprised that the woman, despite her good looks, was such a wicked
old woman, immediately launched into a tirade. The young man beside her laughed, "Junior sister, don't bother with a commoner."

"Senior brother Lin, his gaze is so annoying."

"It's not his fault, it's all because my good junior sister Yu'er is too beautiful."

"Yu'er..." I murmured softly, but to my surprise, she could hear me. Her hearing was so sharp! She yelled
, "Yu'er, is that how you address someone? Slap yourself!"

Jingxian felt helpless. It was just a name; what difference did it make who said it? Was it really necessary to act like this?

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." She had a sword, clearly skilled in martial arts, while I only had strength; my abilities were
inferior, so I could only apologize.

"I told you to slap yourself! Didn't you hear me?"

"Junior sister! Don't cause trouble."

Jing Xian thought to himself, "What a feisty girl."

"I'll slap myself, I'll slap myself, is that enough?" Jing Xian could only lightly slap himself twice, responding perfunctorily. He wasn't some
big shot, so he didn't care about saving face.

"Hmph!"

Only the handsome young man nodded to Jing Xian, indicating his apology, and could only force a smile.

The rain subsided slightly, and Senior Brother Lin and Yu'er seemed to have important business, ignoring the still-falling rain, and hurriedly left.

In the afternoon, the rain stopped, and Jing Xian continued on his way. By the time he reached Mingyue Mountain, it was already dusk.

The Fenglan Sect had been established for several years, but its strength was limited, and the land it occupied wasn't particularly blessed with natural beauty. The mountain, though large
, wasn't very high. However, it was inconspicuous, which is why it wasn't taken seriously. It was allowed to develop freely, and for several years
, it remained peaceful and unscathed. The sect didn't advocate causing trouble and avoided competition.

Of course, with warlords vying for power, even small forces need a patron. Without protection, development is
difficult. The Fenglan Sect's patron is Bai Ye, the governor of Qingzhou, and the sect falls under Qingzhou's jurisdiction.

When Jingxian arrived at the foot of Mingyue Mountain, the main path was guarded—by an old man?

Jing Xian stepped forward and inquired, "Excuse me, is this the Fenglan Sect?"

The old man's kind eyes swept over him, discerning that the middle-aged man before him was not a cultivator, but his attitude was neither malicious nor contemptuous.
He said gently, "Indeed, sir. May I ask what brings

you here?" "I wish to become your disciple. Is that possible?"

The old man scrutinized Jing Xian again, his sharp gaze seemingly piercing through Jing Xian's physique, before calmly
saying, "Your aptitude is mediocre. If you dream of cultivating immortality, you're probably too old."

"Learning knows no order of precedence; those who attain it come first. Age is not a problem; I have plenty of determination."

The old man's eyes shone brightly, then he said calmly, "Let's see if your determination is strong enough. Come with me."

Jing Xian looked suspicious. The old man's attitude made it seem as if he had the final say on whether or not he would accept Jing Xian as a disciple.
Could this old man be more than he seemed?

Jingxian thought the old man was leading him straight up the mountain, but halfway there, he turned a corner and entered a forest . The forest was filled
with the sounds of birdsong and lush vegetation, seemingly a hidden paradise.

As darkness fell, Jingxian was led to a small wooden cabin by the lake. The old man invited him to sit down and served him hot food. The
two ate together, and the old man only said, "Go to sleep early. We'll start working first thing tomorrow morning."

"Work?" Jingxian wondered. The old man's identity was unknown, and he didn't seem like a cultivator.
Did the Fenglan Sect have such a master?

The biggest question was, had this meant he was being accepted as a disciple?

If so, shouldn't he at least show him around the sect and familiarize him with the environment? Why bring him into the forest
?

This seemed more like a reclusive life.

The next morning, the old man woke Jingxian early. Jingxian, still half-asleep, lazily got out of bed.
Looking up at the sky, he was astonished to find it was still dark, pitch black all around, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The old man tossed out a single
sentence: "Get to work!"

and led the sleepy-eyed Jingxian deeper into the woods.

The old man, axe in hand, walked to a large tree. Somehow, he could see it, and with a
few swings, he tossed the axe to Jingxian, saying, "You do it."

Jingxian, unable to see anything, swung haphazardly, striking different spots and creating shallow
axe marks. The tree seemed to have a protective shield, dissipating most of the force.

"Use your senses! Be one with heaven and earth, channel your power through your waist... no!" The old man snatched the axe and demonstrated again
.

"Old man, I can't see anything at all, how can I chop?"

"Don't use your eyes, use your heart to feel, become one with heaven and earth."

"Be one with heaven and earth?" Jingxian was starting to wake up. Could this old man be trying to teach him something?

Jingxian began to take it seriously, chopping with all his might, but he couldn't get the hang of it for a long time. Jingxian secretly glanced at the old man's expression
and saw that he was quite disappointed. So Jingxian became even more diligent, treating it like training.

Days passed, and Jingxian got up before dawn every day, went deep into the forest to chop trees. Strangely enough,
no matter how many times he chopped, how many marks were left on the tree trunk, the marks would disappear by the afternoon.

"Strange, this tree..."

As soon as it was light, the old man stopped having Jingxian chop trees and instead taught him to plant crops and flowers, or to fish.
It was like a training session.

So, they would train for an hour or two, chopping trees in the dark.

Spring passed and autumn came, and another year went by.

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