Half Immortal

There is a Daoist temple deep in the mountains, its incense long since faded.

I am not much to brag about: I am nineteen years old, and I have been a Daoist since childhood. Above me are more than a dozen senior brothers, and below me there is only the youngest one left, so I am what people call the closing disciple.

Because the sect was too poor, the senior brothers could not bear the hardship and, thankfully, the master was broad-minded, letting them all leave. Later, three senior brothers came back to their senses.

Favored by the master, I was handed the position of sect leader before his death, but neither my age nor my seniority was enough to convince anyone. The three senior brothers refused to accept it. The sect has fallen on hard times, but I am not a soft persimmon; I will not yield, and I will fight them internally.

In the village below the mountain, there is a newly passed xiucai, a childhood friend of mine, and before he died the master also gave me instructions to escort him to the capital for the imperial examinations.

Since it is my duty, then let this little Daoist make a trip through the mortal world first, and come back to fight with the senior brothers afterward!