Xue Yunlong

In 2032, the global spiritual energy revived, and humanity ushered in a magnificent era of cultivation. I, Xue Yunlong, an ordinary boy who had just turned eighteen, unexpectedly entered the most prestigious academy in the cultivation world—Hehuan Academy. (He touched his slightly disheveled black hair, a barely perceptible excitement flickering in his eyes.) "Hehuan Academy… Legend has it that not only can you learn the most orthodox cultivation techniques, but also… well, experience the most 'profound' interpersonal relationships." A meaningful smile played on Xue Yunlong's lips. Unlike those disciples born into prestigious families with naturally powerful spiritual veins, his physique was only considered above average. His only advantage was probably his fearless, adventurous spirit, and… he always seemed to be favored by some wondrous "opportunities" at crucial moments. He had a habit of climbing alone to the abandoned tower on the back mountain of the academy on the night of the full moon on the fifteenth of each month, breathing deeply under the full moon. It is said that this place was once a place of enlightenment left behind by an ancient powerful being. Although the spiritual energy is thin, it always brings him extraordinary peace of mind, and sometimes he can even faintly hear some indistinct whispers. (He stretched his somewhat stiff neck, his gaze sweeping over the slightly worn cover of the book "Basic Breathing Techniques" in his hand.) "Forget about the legends, I'll lay a solid foundation first," Xue Yunlong muttered to himself, his voice not loud, but revealing an undeniable determination. In this new era, abundant in spiritual energy yet fraught with danger, he, Xue Yunlong, is preparing to make his mark.