Chapter 1

The sky was shrouded in a misty drizzle, marking the last days of autumn. The rain mercilessly took away the last bit of warmth after sunset.

Not far from a large tree, a pool of emerald green water rippled endlessly in the drizzle. A cold mist rose from the lake, lowering the temperature even further, adding a touch of desolation to the world.

In this cold rain, a young man in a green robe quietly waited by a large tree. This tree was deep in a swamp, a place where no one ever came. Just crossing the layers of fog was a major challenge, and there were often rumors of people disappearing without a trace in this fog.

But even so, the young man overcame numerous obstacles and came here alone. As a pharmacist who was not good at fighting, this was no easy feat.

The wounds on his limbs and hands told the story: cuts from plant leaves, bites from venomous insects, and even a deep gash on his left shoulder from a sharp claw.

Despite all this, he still managed to reach the tree where they had agreed to meet. The bandages glowing with spiritual light slowly healed his wounds, preventing him from losing all his vitality in the cold rain.

And so, he waited for three days and three nights.

There was no sign of human life around, only the occasional cry of a venomous insect and the occasional waft of colorful miasma from the depths of the swamp, carrying deadly toxins.

This was why ordinary people could not approach this fog. The fog itself was filled with intense toxins. Without the appropriate spiritual medicine, just inhaling the miasma would allow the toxins to invade the body, leading to a fatal end, and the body would become a meal for the venomous insects living there.

When the sun rose on the fourth day, the young man opened his tired eyes, his black pupils filled with helplessness and self-mockery.

"Nine hundred and ninety-ninth time, huh?" Under the first rays of the sun, his face was covered in large droplets of water, making it hard to tell if they were the rain from the past three days and three nights or tears.

He picked up an old, tattered notebook and gently flipped to the last page, taking out a pen.

This action was incredibly difficult; just taking out the pen seemed to have drained all his remaining strength.

The tattered notebook had a thousand pages, nine hundred and ninety-nine of which were filled with text, and each page had a portrait.

Now, he flipped to the last page. On the somewhat worn page, a girl in green, holding a three-eyed doll, smiled, her bare feet stepping on the emerald green water.

Her snow-white ankles, slender wrists, and delicate body gave the impression of a fragile work of art.

The young man still remembered the moment they met, right here, by this small lake. In this tattered notebook, this was one of the few pages filled with warm memories.

So, he waited here, waiting for her to come.

Because they had a promise, and now was the time for that promise to be fulfilled.

But she did not come.

Perhaps she had forgotten the promise.

Perhaps she had made new friends and no longer needed to come here.

Perhaps she was just too busy to make it in time.

The young man thought of many reasons for her, and he did not resent her. He was only filled with regret, for his time was running out.

He liked her because she was one of the few warm memories in his life. They had once held hands under this tree, imagining their futures together.

In his life, this was one of the few moments of luck, the reason he had waited for three days and three nights.

Unfortunately, the result was no different this time, just like the previous nine hundred and ninety-eight times.

In the end, the young man drew a large X on the page and left the tree with heavy steps.

He knew he had been rejected again, for the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time.

That night, after the young man left, the clear lake water suddenly turned a sickly green, and a massive vortex appeared on the surface, surrounded by endless green light.

A snow-white hand struggled to emerge from the vortex, but the sky suddenly rained down countless bolts of lightning, each powerful enough to flatten a small mountain. The blue-white lightning instantly evaporated the small lake and struck the hand.

The green vortex began to shake violently, and the surrounding space distorted.

In the end, after a thunderstorm that shook the heavens and the earth, the green vortex disappeared, and the snow-white hand vanished with it.

It was something that the heavens could not tolerate, the last effort of the one who could not keep the promise.

As the vortex disappeared, clear droplets fell from the snow-white hand.

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"Cheers!"

"Let's celebrate our love guru's nine hundred and ninety-ninth heartbreak!"

"Hahaha, just a little more, what a pity."

"I thought it would really work this time, what a shame."

"It's okay, the forest is still here. How can a future immortal be defeated by such a thing? I'm still waiting for our love guru to make medicine for us. Come, drink this cup, and let the past be the past."

Amidst the clinking of wine glasses, the young man who had just experienced his nine hundred and ninety-ninth heartbreak was surrounded by many fellow students in Taoist robes.

They were all waiting for the result of his date, and they even had a betting pool on whether he would succeed in this date and whether this relationship would last.

They were all students of the初级仙法学院—Tiantai Mountain Academy, and they were all graduates of the same class, about to take different paths after passing their graduation exams.

Some would return to their hometowns to continue their family businesses, living the same life as their ancestors; some would go to higher-level academies to advance further; and some would travel overseas to become explorers.

Today was their graduation party, and the young man who had just experienced a heartbreak, as always, became the center of attention.

Everyone knew that this seemingly ordinary young man had a tragic life, having experienced nine hundred and ninety-nine heartbreaks from birth to now.

No one knew how these nine hundred and ninety-nine heartbreaks came about, but everyone had seen him confess to various beautiful or cute girls.

Because of its location at the intersection of sea and land routes, this place, though not a major city, often encountered important figures, including ladies from famous mountains, giving the young man opportunities to find potential partners.

Most of the time, his confessions were equivalent to heartbreaks. No one knew where his confidence came from, but he always confessed to girls who clearly came from distinguished families.

This reckless behavior naturally did not end well. He had been punched down as a kidnapper hundreds of times. If his medical skills were not good enough to heal himself, and if his combat ability was not close to zero, he would have been sent to the afterlife by the bodyguards and elders of those beautiful girls long ago.

They were all curious about what made this ordinary young man so presumptuous as to confess to those distinguished girls, who clearly belonged to a different world.

However, he seemed to have a stroke of luck recently, actually managing to get a beautiful and cute girlfriend, which surprised everyone. The girl, with her extraordinary demeanor, did not seem to be from this place but rather a lady from a famous mountain, far above their level.

Could a toad finally eat swan meat? Could this guy really have pursued a genuine lady from a distinguished family? How could that be possible, it was unrealistic!

This doubt and confusion only dissipated when they saw the young man, battered and bruised, emerge from the forest behind the mountain. Clearly, this seemingly lucky guy had been dumped.

This was the expected outcome. How could an ordinary person with zero combat ability and only decent medical skills possibly match a lady from a famous mountain? She must have just played a love game with him out of boredom and eventually got tired of it and kicked him out.

Yes, it must be so.

"Hahaha, I knew it wouldn't work. Pay up, everyone."

The one who set up the betting pool was the richest student in this graduating class, also the one with the highest status in this初级仙法学院, Huang Fei from Huangshan.

Despite being from Huangshan, known for its highest concentration of spiritual energy in the world, Huang Fei was a wealthy young man who could not endure any hardship. It was said that the heaviest thing he had ever held from birth to now was a peachwood sword.

Because of the excessive consumption of various spiritual medicines and his laziness in cultivation, Huang Fei became a rare obese person in this era of immortals, known as Huang Pàng, with a waistline that seemed to be transitioning from a medium barrel to a large one.

He initiated this betting pool and made a fortune, his small eyes squinting with joy.

Actually, the money from the betting pool was insignificant to him. What he enjoyed was the sense of achievement from winning the bet.

"Hey, I thought this time it would be different, what bad luck."

"Huang Fei, did you know the result beforehand?"

"Cheating, definitely cheating. Huang Fei, come clean, did you collude with that lady to put on a show? I said it was impossible for this guy to be so lucky and be chosen by such a cute lady."

"Right, Huang Pàng, give us our hard-earned money back!" Amidst the commotion, the graduation party turned into a martial arts tournament, with many students launching fierce attacks on the "evil rich man" who manipulated the betting pool.

No one noticed that the young man, who had been the center of attention, had disappeared from the party at some point.

On a dark road, the young man walked slowly.

The past was the past, and every night was followed by a new sun. He still had unfulfilled wishes, so he could only hide the pain of his heartbreak deep in his heart, turning it into the nine hundred and ninety-ninth page of the book.

"Amitabha, young man, please stop." A Buddhist chant sounded, and a monk in a yellow robe suddenly appeared in front of the young man. For mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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