Xing Yi waded through the fog with caution.

He couldn’t even see his own hand when he held it right up against his face. What kind of fog was this!

However, Xing Yi did know what kind of fog it was. It was a magical fog.

His grandfather had explained that in order to enter the sect he had to walk through the fog while holding the medallion directly over his head. If he didn’t hold up the medallion then the immortals would kill him. He really hoped that they didn’t mistake him to be some kind of intruder and that he was trying to steal their immortal elixirs and techniques.

Prior, when he had been staying in the inn, he had learned that these mountains were a well-known folk tale. Anyone who attempted to walk inside, would find themselves wandering through the fog for multiple days on end until they reached the verge of dehydration and were magically released.

If they dared to enter again, they wouldn’t come back out.

That was why apart from the odd, fearless adventurer that wanted to discover the so called “secret” behind the fog, would enter it, only to come out on the verge of death and completely regretting their decision, no one went here.

Xing Yi continued to walk on for several more minutes until the fog around him suddenly dispersed.

What came next caused Xing Yi’s blood to turn cold.

A young man wearing white silk robes and long black hair, appeared from the fog. He was devoid of any emotion and looked at Xing Yi with a cold gaze. In this situation, Xing Yi was frightened like a baby rabbit, having come face to face with one of its natural predators.

Without a word, Xing Yi saw the medallion fly out of his hand into the supposed immortal’s.

Xing Yi’s stared at his hand and the youth he had now confirmed to be an immortal.

He couldn’t process what was happening.

They actually existed. It seemed that his grandfather had been right. There was a large difference between knowing and experiencing something. It really came to a shock to him. Everything aligned to this being the case and when it finally happened, he just couldn’t seem to think anymore.

While Xing Yi was in utter shock, the immortal began inspecting the medallion.

“Hmm?” The immortal showed a slight trace of surprise as he raised an eyebrow.

Strangely, he pulled out a small talisman with profound golden writing on it and whispered into it for several seconds before raising his hand into the air. The golden talisman then shined golden and then flew off in a streak of golden light and disappeared.

Xing Yi could only watch on with his mouth agape, not believing what he was seeing.

With a confident, clear voice and words smooth as water, The Immortal spoke, “Boy, what is your name?”

Still having not taken another breath, Xing Yi responded, “My name is Wu Xing Yi, Immortal.”

“I see. Since you have presented this medallion you must come with me,” The Immortal replied.

Xing Yi replied stiffly, “Ok.”

Out of nowhere, a long golden sword the length of an entire person appeared and floated into the air a few feet off of the ground. The Immortal jumped onto it with the slightest tap of his feet.

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“Get on,” The Immortal ordered with an emotionless voice, neither impatient, angry or condescending.

Xing Yi approached the sword and inspected it for a moment, doubting the safety and stability for it. However, his fear for accidentally inciting The Immortal’s ire was far greater. He stepped on and found that his feet seemed to stick onto it like mud.

It was just like the ground and didn’t budge at all against his weight.

What he didn’t expect was how fast it would move.

Like an arrow released from a bow, it shot forward, through the mist and into the skies high above in an instant. Adrenaline pumped through his whole body, expecting to fall off as his weight tilted backwards, but he stayed on.

With the sudden acceleration and steep incline, they were flying up at, he thought he was going to fall off the sword to his death. The cold wind smashed against his face as they flew, his robes flying everywhere and the whistling wind blowing into his ears. The Immortal was unaffected by all this and stood with his hands behind his back as he magically controlled the sword.

Soon, Xing Yi’s heart slowed down and they stopped accelerating, reaching a constant speed that was still amazingly fast. Having finally calmed down, he saw the mountain range down below. It was very typical.

Suddenly, the pair riding on the flying sword were intercepted by three other sword-flying immortals. They materialised from thin air and caused The Immortal to slowly come to a stop.

They floated in the air for a few moments until all other flying-sword immortals had reached them.

“Martial Brother Mo Zhi, I received your message. The mortal boy possessed the Heaven Chosen Medallion. Are you sure?” One of the flying-sword immortals questioned him. He eyed Xing Yi with a suspicious gaze.

“Yes, the boy possessed the Heaven Chosen Medallion. Here,“ Mo Zhi, The Immortal replied.

He took out the medallion from beneath his robe and tossed it through the air, the other party catching it with ease. He inspected for a few moments and his expression revealed that he was slightly surprised.

“It’s indeed the real thing. That is without a doubt, stained jade,” The flying-sword immortal nodded his head and gave the medallion back to him.

“I’m surprised, hasn’t it been several hundred years since we have had to honour one? Boy, where did you find it?” The flying-sword immortal asked.

Xing Yi’s voice shook in the presence of these four immortals, “M-My grandfather. He gave it to me.”

“Oh, really? What is his name?” The flying-sword immortal further inquired, his strange green eyes glinting

“Wu Xing Da,” Xing Yi answered.

“Wu? I don’t know of any clan by the name of Wu. That is quite confusing,” The flying-sword furrowed his eyebrows as he put a hand to his chin. His skin was smooth, absolutely devoid of any blemishes or imperfections. He wasn’t particularly handsome, slightly betraying his expectations, but he was incredibly well kempt and groomed.

“Maybe the medallion found itself in the hands of mortals?” A younger looking flying-sword immortal suggested. His sword flying technique was shown to be inferior as his sword was moving around in the air and bobbing up and down as compared to the others where their swords were completely motionless.

“That could be the case. Regardless, we need to end this conversation and return to our positions. We have confirmed the reason of visit and who it is. Let’s leave,” The flying-sword immortal with green eyes ended the conversation and left to the right, prompting the other two to also return to their own positions.

Shockingly, as the flying-sword immortals moved away just several meters, they suddenly disappeared in a rainbow-coloured light.

They can turn invisible!

That explained why he didn’t see them until they got up close.

Xing Yi experienced shock after shock, not knowing what to believe anymore.

Funny enough, he slapped himself and closed his eyes for a few moments, unable to believe that what he was seeing was reality. Surely it had to be a dream. Alas, it wasn’t, and he found that his slap had attracted the flying-sword immortal’s attention.

He turned around on the sword, his long black hair blowing in the wind. He explained, “Wu Xing Yi, although you may have heard it already, my name is Mo Zhi. I will be taking you to the sect’s Guest Hall and you will remain there until the sect decides to do with you. It may take from several hours to an entire week depending on how long it takes the sect stewards to come to a final decision.”

He turned back around and continued flying forward with his hands behind his back.

Xing Yi now understood the situation. All he hoped was that everything would go well and he would be able to enter sect, and become an immortal. Just like Mo Zhi, the man in front of him.

Now that the situation calmed down and he came to accept the reality of immortals, all he felt was sheer awe of this man’s ability. His plane of existence was far above his own. He was just superior in every way imaginable.

He gazed at the immortal’s tall figure, envy filling his heart.

At that moment, an immense desire to become an immortal was sowed within his heart.