This rustic young man was, of course, our protagonist, Henry Bolton. Ever since Jason Wright introduced him to the university, Henry Bolton had decided to spend his first few years there, picking up some human knowledge along the way. Before leaving Wudang, Henry Bolton busied himself teaching those old Wudang masters, while also returning to the Immortal Valley to gather a large handful of what he considered weeds, refining tens of thousands of inferior elixirs. He left some for the lower-level Wudang disciples and hid some in his Qiankun Ring to use in the secular world. Ten days before the start of school, Jason Wright delivered the admission letter from Zhejiang XX University to Henry Bolton. On the day before Henry Bolton left Wudang, Jason Wright carefully explained some school rules and important matters to him. Then he gave Henry Bolton a nearly unlimited credit card, but Henry Bolton refused to accept it. After all, he felt he was following his master’s orders to temper himself in the secular world, and that he needed to rely on his own efforts to truly experience the joys and sorrows of the world. However, after Jason Wright's persistent persuasion, he reluctantly accepted ten thousand yuan as tuition and emergency funds. Besides the admission letter and money, Jason Wright also prepared a special government department guest consultant ID for Henry Bolton, while Logan stuffed a sect leader’s token into Henry Bolton's hand. Although Henry Bolton already had Wudang’s highest-level token, that thing was simply too advanced—hardly anyone could recognize it. At first, Henry Bolton firmly refused the ID and token, but after hearing Jason Wright's explanation, he happily accepted them. At the time, Jason Wright respectfully said, “Ancestor, you are a godlike figure of the Wudang Sect. How could those secular kids recognize you? And we can’t reveal your identity. If any of them were to offend you, we’d become eternal sinners of Wudang. With these tokens, you can also teach our unworthy Wudang disciples when convenient, so as not to disgrace our founder!” Henry Bolton thought it made sense, so he accepted them without further ado.

On the day of his departure, those old men of Wudang cried so hard it shook the heavens and the earth! Even now, Henry Bolton still feels a lingering fear when he thinks about it. After bidding farewell to Wudang, Henry Bolton got a buzz cut and bought some everyday clothes and shoes. Although he had the Qiankun Ring, in order not to stand out, Henry Bolton still bought a travel bag to put some daily necessities in. But having never experienced the mortal world, how could Henry Bolton have any sense of modern fashion? Nowadays, which merchant isn’t as shrewd as a thief? The moment they saw Henry Bolton, this naive young Taoist, they couldn’t help but push all sorts of outdated goods on him. Poor Henry Bolton was ripped off without even realizing it, all the while marveling at the kindness, friendliness, and enthusiasm of the people.

So Henry Bolton ended up wearing what the street vendors touted as the most fashionable outfit in the world: a ridiculously rustic blue shirt, awkward khaki dress pants, and a pair of white-and-red sneakers. To avoid drawing attention, Henry Bolton suppressed his immortal aura, his gaze no longer crystal clear—just a bit brighter than the average person’s. Thinking he now looked just like a regular person, he bought a train ticket and made his way, dusty and travel-worn, to Zhejiang XX University.

“Hey, buddy, what are you daydreaming about standing here? With the way you look, even if you drooled yourself dry, no beauty would come to show you the way. Why don’t you come register with me instead!” A fair, chubby hand landed on Henry Bolton's shoulder, and a slightly exasperated voice interrupted his thoughts.

Henry Bolton turned his head and saw the owner of that chubby hand: about 170 cm tall, probably weighing around 170 jin, sporting a classic “traitor” haircut. His tiny eyes, set in a face as round as a washbasin, were hard to spot unless you looked closely. But those little eyes, fixed on the high-heeled backsides of the beauties, occasionally flashed with a light that made one appreciate the advantages of small eyes—at least they focus light well, making things look sharper.

“My name is Henry Bolton. May I ask how I should address you, brother?” Since someone had so proactively greeted him, even if the guy’s eyes kept wandering, Henry Bolton still introduced himself warmly and politely.

Seeing how courteous Henry Bolton was, the chubby guy awkwardly withdrew his lecherous gaze, swallowed, and replied, “My name is Abraham Lincoln, a freshman in Applied Chemistry. How about you?”

“So am I!” Hearing that the chubby guy was also a new Applied Chemistry student, Henry Bolton was quite happy. Even though this guy looked and acted a bit sleazy, Henry Bolton was still glad to have met his first classmate at university.

“Then let’s go register together, buddy!” Hearing that Henry Bolton was actually his new classmate, Abraham Lincoln was very pleased. After all, Henry Bolton looked like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, and someone like Abraham Lincoln, who had neither the looks nor the charisma of a leader, could only try to befriend people like Henry Bolton. Back in high school, Abraham Lincoln had a classmate who followed his lead, just like Henry Bolton. And since Abraham Lincoln's father happened to be a somewhat wealthy businessman, they each got what they needed: the classmate satisfied Abraham Lincoln's desire to be a boss, while also receiving some financial support. Unfortunately, that classmate had now been admitted to another school.