Chapter 4: The Most Useless Banished Immortal in History

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Yue Buqun held Wang Jingyuan’s hand as they made their way through Mount Hua. Since it was truly difficult for Wang Jingyuan to navigate the pathless forest, he had voluntarily asked Yue Buqun for assistance. Naturally, Yue Buqun took the opportunity to grasp Wang Jingyuan’s wrist and easily felt his pulse.

It was deep and strong, indicating good health, but only that of an ordinary person. He was not even on the level of a common martial artist who had practiced basic skills, let alone a disciple from a prestigious sect who had trained internal energy. By no means did he appear to be an immortal.

Yet the way that person had fallen from the sky just now was unmistakably genuine—something beyond human capability. Moreover, since Mount Hua was the tallest peak around with no other mountains nearby, from where else could he have jumped down onto Mount Hua?

Yue Buqun continued pulling Wang Jingyuan along, leading him toward the Mount Hua sect’s residence. His thoughts wandered, and by the time they reached the sect’s grounds, he had arrived at a conclusion.

This man must have been banished from the heavens for some transgression, much like how disciples from various sects lose their martial arts when expelled. It made sense that this heavenly immortal, cast down to the mortal realm, would also be stripped of his divine powers.

Inside the sect leader’s quarters, Wang Jingyuan sat before an Eight Immortals table. A simple breakfast intended for Yue Buqun was placed before him. The breakfast typical of the Ming dynasty was modest—just plain soy milk, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables.

Yet Wang Jingyuan ate with relish, murmuring as he ate, “I can taste it. Even the flavors are so vivid—this game world is truly remarkable. Seems I can try cooking some things myself in the future.”

He didn’t finish the meal, merely waiting for the negative “Hunger” debuff to dissipate before setting down his bowl and chopsticks.

Seeing Wang Jingyuan finish eating, Yue Buqun finally spoke, “May I ask, honored immortal, where is your celestial homeland?”

Wang Jingyuan instinctively wanted to name his province and city but then shook his head with a wry smile. “Even if I told you, you NPCs probably wouldn’t understand. Just assume I come from a distant land.”

Yue Buqun nodded without surprise. So this was what they called “the heavenly secret must not be revealed,” but what did that mean?

Not understanding the phrase, Yue Buqun didn’t press further and instead asked, “May I inquire, honored immortal, what is the purpose of your visit?”

“The ultimate goal is to defeat the dungeon boss, but who that boss is here is hard to say,” Wang Jingyuan said, casting a thoughtful glance at Yue Buqun as he pondered whether he had the ability to kill him now.

After all, in the original novel “The Smiling, Proud Wanderer,” this very person fit the role of a dungeon boss quite well.

But then Wang Jingyuan shook his head and countered, “Shouldn’t you be the one telling me what I’m supposed to do next?”

“Me?” Yue Buqun was somewhat puzzled.

Wang Jingyuan slapped his palm. “Yes, I first saw you when I arrived here. You should be playing the role of the guiding NPC. Shouldn’t you be the one giving me my newbie quests?”

“Come on, village chief of the newbie village, got any tasks for me to complete?”

Is this immortal here to undergo tribulations in the mortal world? Yue Buqun hesitated for a long moment before gritting his teeth and saying, “I wish to ask for your help in revitalizing Mount Hua!”

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[Quest from Yue Buqun: “Revitalize Mount Hua”]

[Accept? Yes/No]

Wang Jingyuan scratched his head. “Starting off with something this intense? Shouldn’t it begin with chopping some firewood, gathering some herbs, or killing a few people first?”

But it didn’t matter. He had encountered quests before that immediately tasked him with killing five demigods and collecting their great runes. For a seasoned player, quest difficulty was never an issue—the harder, the more exhilarating.

“I’ll take the job.”

[Yes]

Yue Buqun felt a chill run down his spine. When did killing people and chopping firewood become the same kind of thing? No wonder this fellow had been banished from the heavens.

Wait—did he just say he had previously slain five gods?!

Still stunned, Yue Buqun heard Wang Jingyuan continue, “By the way, I remember you’re the sect leader of Mount Hua. Now that I’ve accepted your quest, can I learn skills from you?”

Yue Buqun asked curiously, “What kind of skills?”

“Like the Purple Mist Divine Skill, or the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique.”

Yue Buqun understood now—the man wanted to learn martial arts. But if an immortal had been banished and lost all his powers, could he even relearn his former celestial arts? If so, what use would such an immortal be? Well, they’d just have to see how it went.

The Purple Mist Divine Skill was no problem; it was his signature technique, and if an immortal requested it, he naturally wouldn’t refuse. But with this “powerless” immortal, it required some careful consideration.

As for the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, Yue Buqun didn’t know it, but he knew it was the traditional martial art of the Fuwei Escort Agency in Fuzhou. Its founder, Lin Yantu, had once been invincible across the southwest with that sword technique.

Yue Buqun replied thoughtfully, “Honored immortal, you must understand that cultivating the Purple Mist Divine Skill requires a gradual approach. Perhaps you should begin by practicing the basic internal energy of Mount Hua.”

Wang Jingyuan readily agreed, “Alright.”

Seeing him accept so easily, Yue Buqun grew bolder, “Since you’ve coincidentally experienced some changes, why not conceal your true identity for now?”

Even a “powerless” banished immortal who agreed to help him revitalize Mount Hua could be considered a rare fate. Such a bond must be carefully protected from outsiders.

“That’s fine,” Wang Jingyuan answered simply.

Yue Buqun sized him up once more. Judging by his appearance, he looked about seventeen or eighteen. After some thought, he said, “Why don’t you endure it for now and pose as my disciple?”

[Yue Buqun invites you to join the Mount Hua Sect]

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[Accept? Yes/No]

“I have no objections,” Wang Jingyuan said without hesitation. Having accepted the quest, wished to learn skills, and joined the faction—this was all quite natural.

[Yes]

Pleased by Wang Jingyuan’s cooperation, Yue Buqun asked, “May I know your honorable name?”

“Wang Jingyuan.”

“Please forgive my lack of respect. From now on, when others are present, I shall address you as Jingyuan. And you shall call me…”

“Master?”

Yue Buqun was elated. Even though he knew it was just a formality, hearing an immortal call him master stirred his heart deeply.

Suppressing a smile, “Then I shall trouble you for the time being.”

At Wang Jingyuan’s urging, Yue Buqun began teaching him the basic internal energy techniques of Mount Hua. After all, Wang Jingyuan was not a traditional Chinese medicine expert; he couldn’t even identify acupuncture points or meridians, let alone understand all the specialized terminology.

Mount Hua Sect, founded by Hao Datong, inherited the lineage of the Quanzhen Sect. Even its basic internal energy contained traces of Taoist guiding techniques, filled with terms related to Taoist alchemy. Without a master’s guidance, even with the manual in front of him, it would be difficult to comprehend.

It was like when Mei Chaofeng and Chen Xuanfeng obtained the “Nine Yin Manual” and practiced blindly based on their own assumptions. They were lucky; many others who practiced it poorly only drooled.

Yue Buqun first read through the Mount Hua internal energy manual and then gauged whether Wang Jingyuan needed further explanation. When he finished reading, a prompt appeared before Wang Jingyuan’s eyes:

[Yue Buqun is teaching you “Mount Hua Basic Internal Energy”]

[Learn? Yes/No]

Was there any hesitation?

[Yes]