Chapter 001: The Wild Man of the Deep Mountains

Master!" Stepping forward, the 'wild man' shouted at the disheveled old man.

The woman named Wenqing, dressed in white that surpasses snow, has long, lustrous black hair and skin as fair as porcelain, delicate to the touch. At this moment, the helplessness reflected in Wenqing's bright black eyes evokes a sense of pity in others

Tianjing City, Tianmai Mountain, deep within the continuous mountain range, shrouded in mist and mystery, attracts a constant stream of adventurers and tourists.

"Just passing by," he said淡淡地. The 'wild man' saw the crimson blood flowing from Wenqing's knee, approached her side, crouched down, and directly tore the fabric of her long pants at the knee.

"Master, I encountered some unexpected events," Ye Feng said, recounting what had just happened to the old man. The disheveled elder nodded upon hearing this and did not blame Ye Feng.

"Hehe, your intention to be my disciple is enough for me. However, as your master, I am destined to transcend and become an immortal; how could you possibly follow me?" The scruffy old man smiled warmly at Ye Feng and continued, "In these three years, I have taught you everything you need to know. From now on, everything will depend on you."

The disheveled old man heard the shout, and his closed eyes opened. With white hair and a white beard, the old man's face bore not a single wrinkle. His brilliant eyes, filled with the vicissitudes of time, were unfathomably deep

Turning his gaze away, he苦笑着摇了摇头对着 the 'wild man'.

What are you doing? The relaxed heart suddenly tensed up again as Wenqing looked at the 'wild man' in front of her. She kicked her injured right leg, but it was firmly grasped by the 'wild man'.

Seeing the smile in those clear eyes, I couldn't help but be a bit dazed. These eyes are too beautiful, filled with a subtle joy, and devoid of any impurities

"Ye Feng, it has been three years, and I can already sense that the tribulation is about to arrive. You should return to the world now." The disheveled old man gazed into the distant heavens and earth, his tone imbued with an indescribable sense of desolation. In the realm of cultivation, he had many enemies, and with the impending tribulation, he had come to Earth to undergo his tribulation. By a twist of fate, he saved Ye Feng.

Gulon! The uncooperative stomach rumbled again. It had been a whole day; Wenqing had been stuck in this damned fog for an entire day. At this moment, her legs felt somewhat weak.

My name is Wenqing, thank you for saving me. Since the other party is a normal person, Wenqing's beating heart also calmed down. Remembering the earlier peril, she couldn't help but still feel a lingering fear, expressing her gratitude to the 'wild man'.

"Can you still walk? Let me take you out," the 'wild man' spoke again to Wenqing.

"Xu Jie, Yan Xue, Lin Zhen, where are you?" In the thick, enchanting mist, a melodious female voice echoed, filled with deep concern and urgency. The owner of the voice stood in the depths of the fog, looking around in confusion. Her beautiful face appeared somewhat haggard, and her bright eyes had lost their former luster, revealing great fatigue

The wild man sat on the ground, and Wenqing nervously scrutinized the wild man across from him. His hair was disheveled, with only a pair of eyes visible. However, what surprised Wenqing was that those eyes were exceptionally bright and dazzling, just like in the illustrations.

The fading blush reappeared, and Wenqing only felt the cool breeze brushing against her body. She saw a series of illusions around her and exclaimed in her heart: "So fast!"

Upon glancing at the question of love, the gaze of the 'wild man' was remarkably pure, devoid of any distractions. He said indifferently: 'There is snake venom grass at the cliff where you fell, and it has already infected the wound. If you do not want this leg to be rendered useless, you must not move recklessly.'

The body slowly retreated weakly. Suddenly, the stones underfoot slipped away, and Wenqing felt her body rapidly sliding down. Realizing what had happened, Wenqing's mind went blank in an instant.

"Alright, go ahead," the old man said, waving his hand. Ye Feng felt as if his body was soaring through the clouds. By the time he landed, he had already appeared on the winding mountain road. He gazed into the distance, slightly bowing towards the thick fog, pondering when he would be able to see his master again after this parting.

Master, the disciple wishes to always stay by your side and serve you. Ye Feng, upon hearing the old man's words, felt a trace of reluctance in his eyes and spoke to the elder.

Ye Feng knew that no words would be of any use. He knelt down, bowing his head heavily before the elder, his eyes filled with profound reluctance

Seeing Wenqing shake her head, the wild man stepped forward, embraced Wenqing in his arms, and then swiftly moved in a certain direction.

"Ye Feng, why did today's training task take so long?" The scruffy old man asked Ye Feng, his voice revealing no trace of emotion. Ye Feng is the name of the 'wild man.' When he was sixteen, his family of three drove to Tianmai Mountain for an adventure trip, but unexpectedly, while navigating the winding mountain road, they had a car accident. The car exploded, and before dying, his parents pushed Ye Feng out of the vehicle, causing him to fall off the cliff. Fortunately, Ye Feng was saved by the old man.

Suddenly, from the depths of the mist, a phantom flashed by, swift as lightning, instantly arriving at the edge of the cliff where Wenqing was about to fall. It lunged forward directly, and a heavy, powerful hand grasped Wenqing, applying a slight force. Wenqing felt her body lift once more, soaring as if riding the clouds and mist. Her feet touched the ground, yet her body continued to tremble, her chest rising and falling incessantly.

Feeling a sense of loss of composure, Wenqing awkwardly smiled, only to find that the other person's gaze showed no signs of abnormality. Supporting herself to rise, Wenqing attempted to take a few steps, but a wave of intense pain surged through her feet again

Wenqing is a freshman at Jinghua University. Having just entered university not long ago, in order to enhance friendships, the class organized an event to explore the mysterious Tianmai Mountain. However, the four members of her dormitory accidentally found themselves in this mysterious fog and unexpectedly got lost deep within it. They called out for a long time, but their voices seemed to sink into the sea, with no one responding to them.

Moments later, Wenqing regained consciousness. What came into view was a disheveled wild man. With a scream, Wenqing stepped back, only to feel a piercing pain in her foot, causing her to sit down on the ground.

"You are the wild man," the wild man across from me suddenly spoke, his clear voice resonating. What kind of wild man is this?

Then let me take you out

Three years have passed, and Ye Feng is now nineteen years old. During these three years, he has been learning the craft by his master's side. He also understands that his master is not an ordinary person, but a celestial being, or in his master's words, a cultivator.

Looking at the figure of the 'wild man', it seemed as if something was recalled, causing a pang in the heart. I didn't even know the other person's name. I stared for a long time, and with a sigh of emotion, I wondered whether the two of us would ever meet again in the future. However, the possibility of that seemed too remote.

Do you know them?" asked Qing, astonished.

"Ye Feng, within your storage ring, there is a crystal orb that I obtained by chance. Although I know it is not an ordinary item, I have been unable to comprehend its true nature. I hope that one day you will be able to understand it." At this moment, the master's voice once again resonated clearly in Ye Feng's ears

The "wild man" saw that Wenqing had calmed down and began to knead around the wound with his right hand. He then slowly slid his hand upward and unexpectedly touched Wenqing's thigh. Just as she was about to resist, she noticed the focused expression on the "wild man's" face and gave up again, her face flushing red. At her age, it was the first time she had been touched by a man in such a manner.

Gazing at the 'wild man', Wenqing glanced at his own wounds, which surprisingly showed a hint of green. Although he did not understand what the wild man meant by snake venom grass, he realized that the wild man was likely not deceiving him. He nodded and said nothing further

However, the actions of the 'wild man' were indeed very effective. After sliding and kneading back and forth a few times, Wenqing felt that the wound was no longer as painful. Then, under the astonished gazes of Wenqing and Tushumu, the 'wild man' brought his mouth close to his own wound and began to suck on it.

"They are lost just like you, but it was I who led them here," the wild man said淡淡地, then turned around and left without the slightest hesitation

Before long, Wenqing heard a few whispers entering her ears, accompanied by faint sobs. The wild man's footsteps also came to a halt as he set Wenqing down and said, "Your companions are all outside; if you call out, they will come to you."

After the wild man left Wenqing, his figure began to move like the wind, incredibly swift, much faster than when he had just held Wenqing. After racing through the lush vegetation of the mountains for a while, he spotted a few simple thatched huts. In front of the huts, a disheveled old man was sitting there, eyes closed in meditation.

Startled by the sudden sound, I quickly regained my composure upon realizing that the 'wild man' across from me was speaking very standard Mandarin. Upon closer inspection, although his long hair was in disarray, it did not appear dirty, suggesting it had not been groomed for quite some time. Moreover, while the clothes worn by the 'wild man' were tattered and unsightly, they still managed to cover some important areas.

A strange feeling arose in my heart, and the face of Wenqing was suffused with a rosy hue. Blood was drawn in and then expelled, repeated several times, until the 'wild man' finally ceased his actions. The emerald green blood also vanished, and the wild man, seemingly from nowhere, produced a few leaves and directly applied them to Wenqing's wounds. Only then did he exhale, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes as he softly said: "All done"