Henry Bolton, the most outstanding disciple of George Bolton, is a cultivation prodigy who reached the Nascent Soul stage within a hundred years. He is the sole inheritor of all of George Bolton’s immortal artifacts, spiritual medicines, and even the cultivation realm of the Xuanwu Great Emperor after George Bolton’s ascension, and is also the highest authority of the Wudang Sect.

After George Bolton’s ascension, he followed his master’s order to descend the mountain and cultivate in the mortal world. College student, bar waiter, ordinary worker… different identities, different lives, always a colorful existence, with various romantic encounters and entangling emotions that are endlessly intoxicating.

Martial arts masters, cultivators, vampires, werewolves, wizards, ninjas, puppet masters…

Can advanced technology and ancient cultivation truly be combined? University life made Henry Bolton realize the greatness of tens of thousands of years of human civilization, and pioneered a shortcut to cultivation that fuses technology and cultivation.

Chapter One: Ascension to the Immortal Realm

Wudang Mountain, formerly known as Taihe Mountain, is located in Shiyan City, in the northwest of Hubei Province, and is one of China’s most famous Taoist holy sites. The scenic area was historically said to cover “eight hundred li in circumference,” and now covers 312 square kilometers. Wudang Mountain not only boasts spectacular and colorful natural scenery, but also a rich array of cultural sites. The mountain’s terrain is unique, with one peak towering into the sky and many peaks encircling it, possessing both the grandeur of Mount Tai and the peril of Mount Hua. Cliffs, deep ravines, secluded caves, and clear springs are scattered throughout, with scenic spots such as 3 pools, 9 springs, 11 caves, 24 ravines, 36 cliffs, and 72 peaks. Since ancient times, Wudang Mountain has been an ideal place for Taoists to pursue immortality, with Taoist architecture spread across the entire mountain in grand scale. Legend has it that in ancient times, Xuanwu attained the Dao and ascended to immortality here. Thus, it is praised as “an unparalleled wonder through the ages, the number one immortal mountain under heaven.”

Feisheng Cliff, acclaimed by the ancients as Wudang’s foremost immortal realm, is located to the west of Nanyan Palace. The cliff rises abruptly, with sheer drops on three sides, and a narrow path along the ridge leads straight to the summit. From the top, one can take in the magnificent view of all seventy-two Wudang peaks facing the main summit.

Legend has it that when the Xuanwu Great Emperor was young, he cultivated here, meditating for decades, his mind as calm as an ancient well, sitting as still as a coiled pine. Birds even built nests on his head without him moving a muscle. One day, as Xuanwu was about to achieve the Great Dao, the Purple Qi Lord descended to test him. The Lord transformed into a beautiful woman to dress Xuanwu’s hair, but Xuanwu avoided her charms and fled to a rock on the sheer cliff… The woman, shamed and desperate, leapt into the abyss, and Xuanwu, seeing this, also jumped down to save her. At that moment, five dragons soared from the gorge, lifting Xuanwu up to the heavens. Later generations, inspired by the legend of Xuanwu’s cultivation and ascension here, built the “Dressing Table” at this spot, and named the huge rock jutting from the cliff the “Heart-Testing Stone.”

Atop this very “Heart-Testing Stone” lies a hidden immortal realm unknown to the world, the true place where Xuanwu Great Emperor is said to have cultivated. However, it is protected by a grand Yin-Yang Reversal Five Elements Array—not only can ordinary people not see it, even highly accomplished cultivators cannot perceive the slightest anomaly without opening their Celestial Eye!

In the sky, five semi-transparent peaks, each a hundred zhang tall, float suspended. Gems, crystals, and jade are scattered everywhere on the slopes, radiating dazzling brilliance under the sunlight. Torrential waterfalls cascade from the mountaintops, forming crystal-clear lakes at the foot of the mountains. A gentle breeze stirs, sending sparkling droplets drifting through the air, bringing a refreshing coolness to the valley. The valley, encircled by the five peaks, covers several hundred mu, and everywhere one can see ginseng in human form, thousand-year-old polygonum, and many other strange plants that even the most renowned botanists of today cannot name. Blossoms of various colors emit faint, intoxicating fragrances. Sika deer roam leisurely through the valley, and even tigers—long thought by humans to be fierce and cruel—stroll about with gentle expressions. Rainbow-winged birds and pure white cranes soar freely above the valley. At the center of the valley stands a simple thatched hut.

In front of the hut stand two Taoists. From a distance, the two of them standing in the center of the valley do not seem out of place at all; everything appears so natural, as if they are part of the valley itself. Both are dressed in blue Taoist robes, their hair tied up in high topknots. The Taoist on the left is rather slender, with very ordinary features, just like the boy next door. His only distinguishing trait is his skin—crystal clear and porcelain white, to the point that even girls would grit their teeth in envy! The Taoist on the right, taller and more imposing, has a majestic presence, a turtle-shaped body and crane-like bones, large round eyes and ears, and a beard like a halberd—he is none other than the founder of the Wudang Sect, George Bolton.