Prologue: The Miserable Wind-Observing Envoy

　　In the endless void, a small figure streaked by at an astonishing speed, leaving a long trailing afterimage.

　　This person was named William Thompson, who had secured the position of Wind-Observing Envoy in the Immortal Realm and was heading to the Xuanqing Plane to observe the cultivation world.

　　Entering the lower realm passage required a massive expenditure of immortal power, so he had no choice but to use the "Reversion" immortal art to reshape his foundation. At the moment, he appeared only seven or eight years old, with extremely low cultivation.

　　The position of Wind-Observing Envoy was important, but the reason he paid such a high price and took such a great risk was because his dual cultivation partner, Fairy Yongxin, had reincarnated here, and he intended to bring her back to the Immortal Realm.

　　As he was flying, a hazy gray orb of light shot straight toward him. William Thompson frowned, "What the—, a soul fragment?"

　　In the passage, the greatest taboo was encountering all sorts of accidents. Although William Thompson's cultivation was currently low, under normal circumstances, a mere soul fragment would be nothing to him.

　　But the location was wrong. He twisted his body with all his might, trying to dodge the orb.

　　Unfortunately, the orb also drifted to the side, and he collided with it head-on.

　　Instantly, his head throbbed with excruciating pain, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

　　When he awoke, he was already lying on a hillside. He stared blankly for a long while, then muttered two sentences under his breath, "Wind-Observing Envoy from the Immortal Realm... damn, isn't that an imperial envoy? What the hell... are there immortals here?"

　　The next moment, his vision went black again, and he fainted once more.

　　When he woke up again, he could no longer tell whether he was William Thompson from the Immortal Realm, or William Thompson from a place called Earth.

　　Or... maybe both.

Chapter One: The Senior Has a Life

　　In the blink of an eye, William Thompson had already lived in the Xuanqing Plane for nine years, and his physical age had grown from eight to seventeen.

　　During these nine years, he was first taken in by an old man surnamed Gao, who lived alone. After passing a complicated identity verification, he stayed with the old man, but the old man didn't live long and passed away a year later.

　　Strictly speaking, William Thompson could have extended Old Gao's life, but at the time he was busy healing his damaged body and soul. The old man had only adopted him for the benefits of taking in an orphan, and treated him rather poorly—one could even say harshly.

　　The old man's existence was really just to help him obtain proof of identity, and by attending Old Gao's funeral, William Thompson considered their karma settled.

　　After that, he spent his days working part-time while studying, completing the junior, intermediate, and senior cultivation academies, even skipping two grades, and was admitted to the main academy with excellent results.

　　Today was the registration day for the main academy. William Thompson, wearing a sleeveless undershirt and a pair of faded blue shorts, appeared at the main academy's gate.

　　Students who could attend the main academy in the Xuanqing Plane were truly one in a thousand. Especially the Boling Main Academy, the top academy in Boling County—among the new students reporting in, few were as sloppily dressed as he was. Even those from poor families would have two sets of neat clothes made.

　　Not to mention, he had a satchel slung over his shoulder, which looked downright rustic.

　　But no one looked down on him, because William Thompson was extremely handsome and had an excellent physique. Though not a muscleman, at a glance he looked exceptionally strong.

　　There were two other sloppily dressed students, but judging by appearances, neither seemed to be freshmen.

　　The registration area for new students wasn't at the gate, but inside the academy. There were signs along the road, so no one needed to guide him.

　　As William Thompson walked in, perhaps due to his aura, several academy guards along the way didn't stop this "senior student" to question him.

　　With his identity card and admission notice, William Thompson easily completed the registration process. Next, he needed to pay tuition—twelve silver coins per year, which was a huge sum for him.

　　William Thompson had no money—at least according to official records, he was an orphan working part-time while studying. How could he have money?

　　Twelve silver coins. As he walked, he pondered: If I suddenly produce this much money, won't it cause some... trouble?

　　What the heck... what's that thing?

　　Suddenly, he noticed an object above his head rapidly hurtling toward him. Without thinking, he pushed off with his toes and darted diagonally backward at lightning speed.

　　A combat habit honed over thousands of years told him that when under attack, you must never retreat straight back, but always diagonally.

　　But as he retreated, he immediately observed the object attacking him: a carbohydrate descending from the sky, roughly estimated to be a humanoid object weighing no more than two hundred jin.

　　What the hell, what kind of luck is this? On the very first day of enrollment, someone jumps off a building?

　　Without thinking, William Thompson instantly stopped retreating and lunged forward again, shouting loudly, "Senior sister, why take things so hard? The world is so big... don't you want to see more of it?"