The Sickly Beauty Is the Cultivation World’s White Moonlight

Shen Yueshan, the foremost cultivator in the immortal world, ultimately sacrificed himself to Heaven for the sake of all living beings. He gave his life to nourish the land and save the mortal realm from disaster. His soul perished, his Dao was destroyed, and he vanished into dust.

Shen Yueshan had never imagined he might come back from the dead. Unfortunately, all that remained was a ruined body and a wisp of a soul.

If fate had arranged things this way, then this time he wanted to live for himself.

He would retire to a remote, backward sect, grow crops, gather herbs, sew clothes, drink wine, play chess, admire the moon—and, while he was at it, be someone’s father.

The trouble was, fatherhood wasn’t easy. His son was too rebellious, never listened, and could go on a rampage without end. He even dared to defy his elders and show no respect for his father.

Ungrateful brat.

You’ve got some nerve!

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A sickly Elder Shen had arrived at Wunian Sect. He was graceful and refined, with a strikingly beautiful face. Though he looked frail, his sword intent was unmatched.

Elder Shen was mild-mannered and preferred a quiet life. He tended flowers and admired the moon, improved the sect’s cultivation methods, gave the disciples puppet paper figures to protect them, and answered their questions.

He seemed to know everything and be capable of anything.

Every disciple in the sect admired and respected Elder Shen. In private, they often wondered about his origins and past.

Then, one day, they saw the Sect Master of Gengchen Immortal Sect—the foremost sect in the land—kneeling outside Elder Shen’s door. The man had shed his usual confidence and swagger; disheveled and dejected, he looked like a poor wretch with nowhere to go.

Just then, Elder Shen emerged from behind the door, walking shoulder to shoulder beneath an umbrella with his adopted son, who stood half a head taller than him. He passed Immortal Chief Qin without a pause and said coolly, “Get lost.”

That was when the disciples finally understood just how powerful Elder Shen’s background was.

His adopted son was no one to trifle with, either.

When he glanced back, his dark, narrowed eyes swept over Immortal Chief Qin. A flash of icy malice gleamed in their depths, and his expression was so vicious it seemed he might crush the man to pieces on the spot.

Yet at one soft call from Elder Shen, all that brutality vanished.

It was as if an invisible chain stretched from him to Elder Shen, held in the latter’s hand, barely keeping the young man’s true nature in check.