In a loud bang, Roy woke up drenched in perspiration. He sat up from a bed and stared at the surroundings.

When he awoke, everything in front of him was pitch black.

This darkness caused Roy to feel frightened at first, thinking that he had lost his sight, but then he saw the moonlight that passed through the window screens.

So it was because it was nighttime.

He let out a breath of air.

Even though the night was black, he could still vaguely make out the furnishings of the room under the pale yellow moonlight.

Recalling back, given that he was still alive despite being in such a perilous situation previously, he wondered if the crazy old man had let him go.

"I remember being blasted out of the cave by that crazy geezer." Roy contemplated a bit "But after that.." he tried to recollect what happened, but to no avail.

He looked around and noticed that he was in a wooden hut.

This wooden hut was very simple, but was neat and clean. There was a tea set, tables, chairs, cabinets and other things. In the middle of the room, there was a fireplace. This gave him a little warmth amidst the chilling atmosphere.

Roy took a deep breath. Despite the fact that his body was still weak, Roy felt very comfortable. He noticed that there was something different in the air of this place that nourished his heart.

"How come the spiritual qi in this place is so abundant? This is.. where exactly is this? If I could have practiced cultivation in this place from young, I would have reached the Spirit Formation Stage in cultivation or even above by now.” he regretted not traveling more when he was younger.

Though he was technically still young, a 15-year-old human boy, greed has always been a natural human instinct, a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.

But, looking at his currently non-existent spiritual body root, Roy could only lament. While anger and sorrow collided within him. He figured that it was so hard to live as a mortal in this world, that he was beginning to desire to become a cultivator.

He felt how powerless he was in front of the old geezer. The seemingly weak and fragile old man that he was, he couldn't be any weaker than even his 'cheap' father back in the branch family.

Thud thud!

Sounds of footsteps were coming from outside the hut, and soon the door creaked as it was pushed opened lightly. Roy looked up and saw that it was a hunchbacked old man.

His body was skinny and he was shorter than Roy by a head. He had a head of silverish hair, wrinkles spreading throughout his face, and murky eyes. The old man was wearing a serious face on him and didn't seem to be fond of him.

"You are finally awake. Quickly, get up, get changed, and do your chores." The old man was very stern and staring at Roy with his murky eyes.

Roy observed him and noticed that the old man was wearing something held by a red thread around his neck. This object was a two-inch-long metal rod. At the two edges, it was gold in color and felt like it was made of gold. In the middle, it was black and seemed to be made of black metal.

"This is an immortal sect."

"Since you are here, you have to remain here for your lifetime. To survive in this place, you have to know the rules of this sect. Since the upper echelon has arranged for you to be here, you have to work diligently. Do not speak frequently, follow the rules, and don't cause me any trouble." the old man threw dark blue clothing onto him before heading to the next room.

".." Roy was bewildered.

An immortal sect?

The upper echelon has arranged for me to be here?

What the bloody hell is going on?..

Was that crazy geezer brought me here when I was unconscious? then this skinny old man is his retainer?

And in exchange, I should work here at his place? Is that it?

Before he could resume his wandering thought, the old man walked out from the side room. He brought out a bowl of soup that was still hot and passed it to Roy.

"Drink it."

Roy was born in the palace and could tell with one look that the ginseng soup had been made with a very old ginseng that had to be very valuable. There were only the two of them in the hut. Clearly, the old man had made this specially for him. Based on this, the old man should be the type that seemed cold externally but kind internally and he didn't dislike him.

"Thank you, Old Uncle. My name is Roy. How should I address you?" he was purposely avoided giving his family name, afraid that his real identity would leak, also he was no longer part of it.

"You can call me Wang," said the old man as he rushed him to quicken up.

"Uncle Wang." Roy finished the bowl of ginseng soup quickly and instantly felt more refreshed.

The great exhaustion over this period of time had also received some replenishment. This had to be some spiritual medicine of the immortal sect for it to have such an effect!

At this moment, Old Man Wang had already opened the door to the house and stepped out.

"This old man doesn't seem to be too fond of me, huh?" As Roy was still feeling confused, he quickly got up and changed into the new clothing.

After Roy was done changing clothes, he followed behind Old Wang quickly.

After all, he owed a debt of gratitude to him for taking care of him. Therefore, it was natural for him to listen to the old man's instructions.

Once he stepped out of the door and took a look, he was instantly shocked at the scenery.

What was in front of him was a boundless lush, green forest and endless mountain peaks enshrouded in immortal fog! Amidst the immortal fog, one could vaguely see a countless number of magnificent, vast, and beautiful palaces and pavilions. His family palace couldn't even be compared with them!

"Wow." he marveled at the magnificent sight.

Roy had a strong desire to take a look at this immortal sect that belonged to the legends.