It is a late winter night. The streets are quiet and the people asleep; the sky is covered with stars. An ancient figure flies above the sky, his presence unusual. A certain aura surrounds him as he scouts the earth for talents to transmigrate.
Somewhere on Earth, a teenage boy sits at his computer reading xianxia. The apartment room is small but clean, though there isn't much furniture to look at. The boy's face is expressionless, his demeanor unbothered, and his mouth is foul. He curses the cultivators, calling them retards and dumb, saying that they are a waste of breath. Though unbeknownst to the young boy, the ancient figure has heard his remarks and comes over to observe. The old master stands seething, annoyed by the arrogance of the young boy in front of him but also, at the same time, intrigued by the genuine and in-depth critique that follows his ill remarks. Impressed for a second, he is once again angered when the boy starts to curse old cultivators, calling them leeches that should simply die.
Overwhelmed by anger, the old master proceeds to reveal himself, hoping to startle and lecture the young boy. He had hoped to scare the youth but is taken aback when the boy is not startled, rather remains composed—though he flinches at his sudden presence. The boy, still unbothered, speaks:
"Who are you, old fool?"
The boy pretends calmness, but his mind is already cranking, trying to understand the situation in front of him. He ultimately concludes that an old schizophrenic fool has stumbled into his apartment.
The old master remains silent, his mind flooded by thoughts, trying to understand the calmness of the youth in front of him.
"Didn't you hear what I said, or have you gone senile from old age?" asks the boy in complete disregard.
The old man suddenly snaps back to reality.
"Who am I?... I am the Ancient Sovereign of Winglun Palace. I had come to Earth to scout for great talents, and I'm here to offer you the opportunity of your lifetime. So bow, junior, that I may forgive your offensive words—hahahaha!"
The old master roars while laughing in an arrogant manner.
The boy remains unbothered despite the grand revelation made by the old man:
"To think I would have to deal with an old retard this late at night. I'll be giving the security a mouthful for this. And you—instead of bothering me, why don't you look for a good burial spot and also get yourself checked for schizophrenia? Get out before I call for security."
"You... you... you damn fool! Do you have any idea who you are talking to here?!" barks the old master in anger.
"Some mentally retarded old fool??" The boy replies back.
The old master is overwhelmed with anger and now certain that the boy in front of him is nothing but a fool, speaks with anger oozing out:
"Young fool, I had hoped to transmigrate you with great opportunity, but now I will punish you. You will regret every word that has come out of your mouth today."
"I see you still haven't left..."
Before Bai Zhen could finish his sentence, a sudden white flash appears in front of his face, rendering him unconscious.
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**TIANXU CONTINENT**
**YUNHAI PROVINCE**
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**AZURE MIST CITY**
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The city is surrounded by mist and spiritual fog and has rolling hills on its outskirts with herbs growing.
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Some time has passed. A young boy, about 14 years old, lies unconscious in a grand mansion located at the center of the city.
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**THE BAI MANSION**
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"Bai Zhen, you lazy bastard, I told you to mop the floors! Instead, here you are slacking off!"
In the eastern courtyard of the mansion, Bai Zhen is woken up violently by a boy about the same age as him, standing over him with a mop in hand and an annoyed face. The courtyard is built of wood and is peacefully quiet. The air is spiritual and calming.
"What is this place?… What did that old man do to me?…did he kidnap me?!!"
"Old man?… Kidnap?… What the hell are you talking about? I'll make sure to report this to the Discipline Hall!" the boy snaps.
"Who are you?"
Bai Zhen, still dazed from having been unconscious, asks the boy standing over him.
"WHO AM I?!!! Bai Zhen, you bastard, are you trying to get killed?!" the boy barks.
Before Bai Zhen could register the words of the boy standing over him, he is suddenly overwhelmed by a plethora of memories flooding into his mind—faces he doesn't recognize, names he hasn't heard, places he has never been to—and amidst all of it, he hears one word: **CULTIVATION**. Though he quickly passes out due to the sheer pain.
"Hey, you fucker… did you just fall asleep again? Are you mocking me??? You are dead today."
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