O Magnata da Cidade Montanhosa

Mount Longhu, a place of spiritual grace and majestic beauty, renowned as the foremost sacred mountain in the world.

Legend has it that thousands upon thousands have come to Mount Longhu seeking immortality and enlightenment, with devoted practitioners hailing from all walks of life.

At this very moment, on the mountainside behind the Great Shangqing Palace, a young man stood before a grave.

“Master, your disciple is about to leave,” he murmured, bowing his head low.

His name was Nie Yunyang. Twenty-eight years old, standing nearly six feet tall, with a resolute face radiating masculine vigor.

He then poured a bottle of Niulan Shan liquor, a humble fifteen-yuan brand, onto the grave. This had been his master’s favorite drink, a ritual as steady as clockwork during his lifetime.

For ten years, Nie Yunyang had lived here, growing and learning. Now, he was ready to descend the mountain.

A decade ago, after failing to pass his college entrance exams, he had fled to Mount Longhu and become a Taoist priest.

Here, he had awakened to the rhythm of morning bells and evening drums, studied Taoist classics, and diligently practiced Tai Chi, growing immensely in spirit and skill.

“Master, tomorrow I return to Chongqing. I’ll visit again at the New Year. May you journey well on the other side.”

With a twinge of sorrow in his voice, Nie Yunyang cleared away the weeds at the foot of the grave. He neatly folded a purple Taoist robe, placed it beside the tombstone, and then respectfully kowtowed thrice, his back facing the stone