The sky was heavily overcast, pressing down on the top of the cliff, echoing the continuous sound of the waves.

There were two figures on the mountain path, their voices drifting from afar: "Young master, why are we leaving the perfectly good brothels and coming to this godforsaken place in the middle of nowhere to catch a plague?"

It was a handsome young servant with clear eyebrows and bright eyes, but unfortunately his tone and expression were very impolite, needing to be matched with a blunt duck-like voice to be considered compatible.

The handsome young master in splendid clothes closed the fan in his hand, which depicted the scene of listening to the waves and watching the ripples. He was about to hit the servant's head with the gold-inlaid fan handle, but unfortunately the servant dodged by tilting his head, and the young master's delicate wrist was innocently hit, being slapped by the heavy fan pendant.

"You ignorant little thing," he didn't seem angry, and even had a few traces of frivolous laughter, "naturally there are good things here. Ah Hui, has this young master ever harmed you?"

"Yes, you have," Wen Hui answered truthfully: "Poor me, since I was a child, I've been taking the blame for the young master, being scolded by the madam and the young ladies. I've worked hard without complaint. Young master, you sneaked off to Cang Lang Cliff, and I followed you here without a word. There's a disaster happening here, people could die!"

"Then do you know why there is a disaster here?"

Ah Hui shook his head: "I don't know."

The young master lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I heard it's because the sea demon is causing trouble."

"Ah!" Ah Hui was startled by him and waved his hands repeatedly, making a gesture to turn around and leave: "Then you can go and die by yourself. I'm going back to Yue City first. I haven't married Xiao Dao yet, I cherish my life very much!"

"What nonsense." This time the fan handle hit its target. After hitting him, the young master opened the fan with a "swish" and continued walking forward. His posture was tall and straight, white jade hung from his waist, his wide sleeves flowed like clouds, and his black hair was loose. Amidst the vast and hazy mountain colors of the world, in addition to his noble air, there was also a hint of ethereal immortal aura.

Ah Hui sighed in his heart. His family's young master was known as the crazy young master in the entire Yue City, not because he had a mental problem, but because his actions always had a bit of craziness that was out of touch with the world. For this reason, he was often scolded by his parents and older siblings, who pulled his ears and confined him to his room to comb his hair and dress properly, lecturing him on etiquette.

But he had grown up with the young master since childhood, and he didn't know what strange problem his eyes had. Not only did he not think the young master was crazy, he even felt that this person was born with an incompatible immortal aura, as if he could float up to the sky at any time.

The young master spoke with a smile on his face: "But I also heard that Cang Lang Village at the bottom of Cang Lang Cliff is suffering from the sea demon's disaster. They used an ancient method to summon an immortal, who will arrive soon."

Ah Hui's mind was wandering aimlessly about the "immortal aura" and such. When he suddenly heard this sentence, his heart skipped a beat, and he had no intention to mock the young master for listening to rumors and talking nonsense.

"Then, young master, you want to...?"

"Of course, wait for the immortal to arrive, kowtow three times, pester him to death, and beg him to accept me as his disciple, then roam the four seas." The young master said this with confidence and arrogance, as if he had already become a senior disciple of some immortal. Unfortunately, a moment later, his true form was exposed. He stumbled and had to be supported by the young servant.

After hearing this, Ah Hui didn't dare to speak anymore. His family's young master was born with bad luck. He choked when drinking water, bit his mouth when eating meat, sprained his ankle on flat ground, and was disliked by cats and dogs. He himself had a strange ability since childhood - his premonitions often came true, mostly used to judge which road was better to take when he and the young master were innocently chased by dogs. He was often jokingly called by the madam of the family as "directly offsetting the bad luck of this ungrateful little beast who clashes with everything."

The master and servant found a family in Cang Lang Village to rest, and they stayed for three days.

Cang Lang Cliff was located on the edge of this continent, adjacent to the vast sea. The villagers of Cang Lang Village made a living by fishing in the sea, and each of them had great strength. Even the unmarried girl of this family was much stronger than the two people who came from the city.

Ah Hui watched the girl swinging her arms and chopping wood in the courtyard. The blade in her hand was extremely sharp, shining with a silver light, and her momentum was fierce. She chopped wood as if cutting vegetables. He was shocked and frightened: "Can she find a husband? I can't provoke such a warrior. I'd rather marry someone like Xiao Dao!"

"No, no," the young master slowly refuted: "The sky is higher than the earth, the mountain is level with the marsh. The people here rely on the heavens for their livelihood. The girl is both virtuous and kind, skilled in washing clothes and cooking, and has great strength. She might even be good at fishing. The people in Cang Lang Village might even have to break down her door to propose marriage."

He deliberately raised his voice for the last few sentences. The girl brushed aside the hair on her forehead and smiled at the window. She had regular features, revealing a simple charm.

"Are you engaged?" the young master asked her.

The girl's face turned red with shyness, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's: "I am."

"Is he good? If I come to Cang Lang Village again in the future and he bullies you, just tell your brother, and I will definitely help you beat him up!" the young master said, waving his fan.

Seeing his family's young master behaving like this, shamelessly and indiscriminately flirting with a good family's daughter regardless of her appearance, even in a remote village, Ah Hui couldn't help but purse his lips.

"He's good." The girl answered in a low voice with her head down. After a while, she raised her head again: "Tonight is when the sea demon comes out. Young Master Chen, be careful not to go near the sea."

The young master followed her words and started asking about the sea demon. He learned that for most of the past year, the sea demon would appear on the first and fifteenth of every month, stirring up dangerous waves. The sea water only rose and never receded, destroying the livelihoods of many families.

"Our village chief invited an immortal to come. It should be sometime soon." The girl finished chopping the wood, held it in her arms, and left the sight of the two.

"Young master, impressive." Ah Hui gave his young master a thumbs up: "What you said was really accurate. Where did you find out?"

"The old cripple who tells fortunes at the street corner - the one who got it wrong last time and was chased by Butcher Wang with a knife for eight streets." The young master answered solemnly.

Ah Hui: "..."

This young master surnamed Chen moved a chair and sat under a tree in the courtyard. He closed his eyes, and it was unclear whether he was asleep or awake. When he opened them again, it was already near dusk.

A hint of crimson appeared on the horizon. The setting sun reluctantly showed its face only when it was about to set. The sea breeze gradually turned cool and the sound of the waves surged. The waves hit the reefs one after another, splashing up white spray as high as a zhang.

"Oh my goodness," Ah Hui opened his mouth wide, looking at the thick tentacles thrashing on the sea surface, smashing the reefs with one blow: "This is the sea demon - it's really disgusting."

From somewhere in the east, a child's sharp cry could be heard, which was quite eerie.

At this moment, every household had their doors tightly shut, with lights brightly lit, anxiously hoping to safely make it through and also eagerly awaiting the arrival of the "immortal" mentioned by the village head.

"Young master, do you think the immortal will handle these matters? I heard that the immortal world itself is in quite a mess!"

The young master slowly fanned himself and glanced sideways at Ah Hui. "Where did you hear such rumors from?"

"From the storyteller at the Fourteenth Ward. You've been following that old cripple recently and haven't gone to listen to the storyteller in a long time." Ah Hui chuckled, "The other day, the young miss sent me to buy a hairpin, and I happened to hear a segment about 'No one rules the Floating Heavenly Palace, and Lord Lanshan intends to take over.' It said that their immortal realm is leaderless, and anyone with some ability is vying for power, one after another - Sir Zhou sure has a glib tongue!"

The young master seemed to perk up with interest. "That does sound intriguing. Tell me more about it in detail."

Ah Hui then imitated the storyteller, rapping on a tea tray and gesticulating wildly as he chattered on.

"The storyteller put it this way: Since ancient times, the immortal path and human path have been separate and distinct. Walking the Expansive Path leads to being a ruler among men; ascending the Heavenly Road leads to being an emperor among immortals - across the vast universe, only these two can reach the pinnacle."

"The storyteller has already covered this before," said the young master. "So what's the point?"

"As you all know, for the past five hundred years, the mortal realm has long been divided. Each continent and nation has its own emperor, with warlords entrenched. No one can unite the land with a single call, so naturally no one treads the Expansive Path. But the immortal realm is different. Within a mere decade, Emperor Yan defeated Three Lords and Fourteen Marquises, ascended the Heavenly Road, and reached Huan Dang Mountain. Since then, it has been peaceful and tranquil, with no more demons or evil spirits causing trouble."

Wen Hui's tone suddenly shifted, "But now the situation is vastly different - in the Floating Heavenly Palace atop Huan Dang Mountain, where Emperor Yan resides, there hasn't been a single movement for over a decade! Those in the immortal realm are all speculating, saying that although Emperor Yan was an unparalleled genius, perhaps his foundation was unstable or he incurred the jealousy of the heavens. He has already strayed and perished on Huan Dang Mountain."

Just as the servant was getting to the exciting part, he suddenly noticed his young master staring out at the distant sea, looking a bit dazed. "Young master?"

"Ah Hui," the young master's eyes were about to bulge out as he even forgot to fan himself with his pretentious fan. "It's coming towards us."

Only then did Wen Hui look up and see a massive tentacle rising high above the sea surface, slapping down viciously, with the sea breeze carrying a chilling fishy stench.

The young master utilized his ultimate skill honed from years of being chased by vicious dogs in the streets and alleys. Grabbing his servant, he ran towards the courtyard, his waist ornaments jingling and jangling in a chaotic din. "We can't let it smash the young lady's house!"

"You still have the mind to think of the young lady-" Wen Hui's voice echoed in the small village, "Madam was right, a jinx like you should be locked in the room and not let out for even a day!"

"Then my family's luck would run out!" The young master refuted with all his might.

With the last shred of calm in the midst of panic, Ah Hui thought about it - that made sense.

That was because the young master was the unluckiest person in the world. Within a one-mile radius, if there were vicious dogs, they would definitely bark madly; if there were mosquitoes, they would certainly come to bite; if he went on a trip, he would often encounter heavy rain. To the point that when the young masters of Yue City would get together to admire flowers and willows, they often joked, "We absolutely can't let the second young master of the Chen family come. Otherwise, within three days, the lush flowers will wither and the green willows will wilt."

Fortunately, this household was located at the edge of the village. As soon as the two ran out of the house, the tentacle mercilessly struck down. Wen Hui immediately tackled the young master to the ground and rolled a few times, barely avoiding being hit.

They stood up and immediately changed direction to flee, while the main body of the sea monster gradually moved towards the shore. The tentacles around it coiled horizontally, and several other tentacles were already raised high again, poised to strike.

Those tentacles were as thick as old trees, glistening with a slimy sheen under the moonlight. Smeared with sand and dirt from the shore, they curled up, looking ready to slap down on the two again.

Wen Hui closed his eyes - this time they were truly done for.

But then he heard the young lady who had rushed over shout, "Run quickly!" She swung a sharp woodcutting axe, its cold blade flashing as it clashed with the tentacle. The sound was like weapons colliding, sparks flying, but it failed to injure the sea monster in the slightest.

The young master, however, let go of his servant and ran towards the shore himself to court death. "It's coming for me, you all run!"

The tangled tentacles were all drawn to him, rolling down from the sky and in a blink, engulfing the figure in his brocade robes.

"Chen Weichen-" Wen Hui was furious and pained to the extreme, not even bothering with respectful address. He snatched the axe from the young lady's hand, wanting to futilely attack with an egg against a stone.

But then he saw a clear sword light breaking through the heavy sky in the distance, falling from afar, carrying a chilling and killing intent like wind and snow. In an instant, it swept to the shore and slashed horizontally.

The sea monster froze for a moment, the sword qi passing through its body. Several tentacles were severed at once and fell to the ground lifelessly, revealing the young master in the center who had not yet been tightly ensnared.

This young master named Chen Weichen stood in place, raising his hand to wipe away the fresh blood flowing from a cut on his cheek from a sharp rock on the ground earlier. He gazed at the figure in the sky and muttered to himself, "In the end, I've had a stroke of good luck."

The sea monster, caught off guard by the sword qi's injury, sent its remaining tentacles to attack the person in the sky - it was clearly no ordinary sea creature. As the tentacles swung, they stirred up towering waves, the sea surface churning as huge swells surged one after another.

In an instant, the sword light was cold and clear above the sea, the wind howling. A white figure stood upon the sea, the round moon on the horizon, its clear radiance illuminating everything.

Chen Weichen, however, walked a few steps towards the turbulent sea. The waves delivered something white and translucent to his hand, bobbing up and down.

That object was about the size of a palm, its surface smooth like congealed lard, with faint gray patterns and an exotic fragrance.

He returned to Wen Hui's side.

The servant, brandishing the axe, was howling about wanting to kill his master. "Is there anyone who courts death like you?"

In the end, he lacked the strength and couldn't bear to do it. The axe that was raised halfway came back down.

The monster in the sea suddenly went berserk. Huge waves surged high and slapped down towards the two on the shore, like mountains collapsing and seas overturning, a ravenous giant mouth wanting to devour the entire cliff.

- This time it was truly a catastrophe of annihilation.

But then a stream of sword light passed through, and a frosty white air wafted up from the base of the waves.

"Tonight I've probably used up all my good luck for a lifetime," the young master still had the leisure to open his fan and sigh behind it even in this situation. "Who knows how much bad luck I'll have to endure in the future to make up for it."

The waves grew higher, the white air thicker, the seawater freezing.

At its peak, the wave froze in place, unable to rise further or fall.

A sword condensed into frost and snow.

Chen Weichen stood where the waves were about to fall but had not yet fallen, and as he raised his head, he was met with a sky full of ice and snow, the cold penetrating deep into his bones.

A figure in white descended gracefully onto the snowy beach. With a crisp sound, the person sheathed their sword and walked towards this direction.