The world is bustling, all for gain, and the world is jostling, all for profit.
The Western Chu Sword Song, when practiced to the extreme, can transform into any blade at will, invincible in any situation.
This is the legendary art passed down by the Western Chu Sword Immortal.
In the world today, only the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen has mastered it.
But soon, there will be one more.
Jun Yu is truly a Saintly Body with Innate Cultivation, and a natural Martial Vein to boot.
He merely watched Gu Chen perform it once, and yet memorized every move and posture.
Then, within just a few days, he incorporated it into his own swordsmanship, mastering it with ease.
He could continue to glean more profound insights without Gu Chen needing to perform it again.
This was of great benefit to his own realm and cultivation.
And Gu Chen knew all of this.
He willingly displayed his secret art before Jun Yu, clearly intending to pass on the Western Chu Sword Song.
Otherwise, it would be a pity for such a formidable technique to be lost if he spent the rest of his days alone in the secret realm.
But Jun Yu’s talent was truly extraordinary.
Within a few short days, he had grasped the essence of the art.
It would not be long before his cultivation level increased even more.
***
Time flew by, and another year passed.
Jun Yu, who had spent enough time in the secret realm and successfully broken through to the Soaring Realm of the Xiāoyáo Tiān Jìng realm, felt it was time to leave.
He bid farewell to Gu Chen, taking with him the fine wine the latter had brewed for him, and left the Peach Blossom Forest.
From then on.
A man, a horse, a flask of wine, and a sword, he roamed the world.
He laughed at the world’s fleeting beauty and sought the Dao through his sword.
Four or five more years passed.
The disciples in the academy had all grown up.
Including him, a total of eight young and handsome men were known throughout the world as the North Lí Eight Gentlemen.
And Jun Yu, who rarely appeared in public, was a mysterious figure who vanished without a trace, became the leader of the Eight Gentlemen, universally recognized as the first among them.
His experiences over the years were truly remarkable.
Everyone was eager to know what the legendary nameless gentleman was like!
***
Penglai Immortal Island.
The peace here had long been shattered.
Mo Yi, a disciple of Qingfeng Daoist, the inheritor of the Yellow Dragon Mountain lineage, was already a Divine Wanderings Xuán Jìng Immortal.
Yet within a year, he had been constantly belittled.
And the one who had humbled him was none other than Li Changsheng’s senior disciple, Jun Yu.
“You, are you crazy? I understood the Dao at six, broke through to the Xiāoyáo Tiān Jìng at nine, and only entered the Divine Wanderings Xuán Jìng at twenty-four. You’re about to break through at nineteen? I swear, I suspect you came here just to make me feel bad!”
Faced with Mo Yi's accusation, Jun Yu, still flipping through the book in his hand, remained unfazed.
“Senior, I came to seek your guidance with good intentions. You shouldn’t be so unreasonable. They say Immortals are detached from emotions, why are you so flustered?”
“Flustered? Try being in my shoes, you’ll know how I feel!”
Mo Yi couldn’t understand his logic.
This guy was clearly here to show off.
His own talent was already ridiculously good.
The Heavenly Master Scroll, a treasure guarded by their sect, took generations of sect leaders decades to comprehend, but Mo Yi mastered it in a couple of years and became the youngest Heavenly Master in the sect.
He thought that was extraordinary.
Then Jun Yu arrived, claiming to seek instruction while sparring, and within a year had grasped more than half of it.
His comprehension speed was so outrageous, far surpassing Mo Yi’s own.
After all, Mo Yi’s talent was already freakish.
In comparison, Jun Yu was practically inhuman.
Although Jun Yu wasn’t a Divine Wanderings Xuán Jìng Immortal, Mo Yi still couldn’t beat him.
Being suppressed by someone from a lower realm was a huge blow to Mo Yi’s ego.
It was no wonder that later on, he held a strong prejudice against Jun Yu.
If not for Li Changsheng and his own master Qingfeng Daoist, he would have already banished Jun Yu from Penglai Island.
Finally.
News arrived from North Lí.
The Hundred Xiǎo Hall had chosen the Eight Gentlemen, and he was on the list.
And many of the academy’s junior brothers also made the list.
As a result, seven out of the eight gentlemen were from Li Changsheng’s disciples.
Such a momentous occasion was certainly worth celebrating.
Jun Yu knew that North Lí was about to face turbulent times.
It was time for the main plot to unfold.
The newcomers, like Bai Li Dong Jun, were about to enter the world.
How could he miss out on the drama and excitement?
Therefore, he decided to leave Penglai Immortal Island and return to witness it all unfold.
If he stayed any longer, he was sure to drive Mo Yi insane.
They bid farewell, and Mo Yi watched him leave with a sigh of relief.
This freak of nature, once he entered the world, would surely cause chaos.
It was impossible to predict what the future held.
But it was no longer his concern.
Now, Mo Yi just wanted to rest for a few days.
***
Zi Sang City.
The tavern Bai Li Dong Jun had recently bought was currently only occupied by him and an uninvited worker, Si Kong Chang Feng.
Years ago, he accidentally stumbled into the Peach Blossom Forest and befriended the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen, learning the art of winemaking.
Now, he was not interested in his proper business and opened a tavern, running a small business.
For the son of the Marquis of the West, this was quite irresponsible.
However, Bai Li Dong Jun was simply born that way, he had no intention of inheriting the family business and going to the court to fight.
So, he stayed in his tavern, dreaming of one day becoming famous.
But after ten days of opening, he had no customers.
Besides Si Kong Chang Feng, who was eating his money, he was truly starving.
Moreover.
Bai Li Dong Jun found the people on this street quite strange.
None of them were normal!