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Mo Tianliao died with regret, hatred and unfinished desires still clinging to his soul. Once feared as a powerful demonic cultivator, he lost everything in the final battle — his cultivation, his body and the golden core he had built through countless years. Only one thing remained beside him until the very end: the white spiritual cat that had followed him through bloodshed, solitude and war alike. After his death, his soul drifted for years before finally obtaining a fragile new body. Weak once more, with no golden core and barely enough spiritual energy to survive, Mo Tianliao entered the Heavenly Lands in search of a path back to cultivation. The Heavy Cloud Sect ruled those mountains. Three great peak masters oversaw the sect and countless disciples trained beneath them. Most newcomers lived ordinary lives within the seventy-two abodes, spending their days on chores, cultivation and endless lessons under strict hierarchy. Mo Tianliao expected nothing more. Yet during the disciple selection, the usually secluded Qingtong-zhenren suddenly appeared in the great hall. Dressed in white robes and hidden beneath flowing silk, he looked more like an immortal than a cultivator. The moment his cold gaze settled on Mo Tianliao, the entire atmosphere changed. “He’s the most handsome in this batch.” Before anyone understood his intentions, Qingtong-zhenren personally chose him as a direct disciple and tossed him a white jade token engraved with the character Qing. The sect elders were visibly stunned. Such treatment was almost never given to a newly accepted disciple. Mo Tianliao himself could barely understand what was happening. Why would such an untouchable figure choose someone as insignificant as him? Life on Qingtong Peak quickly became strange. Instead of glory or secret manuals, Mo Tianliao received bizarre tasks: hunt, cook meals, gather herbs, chop wood, repair courtyards. And somehow, a fluffy white cat kept appearing wherever he went.