Beneath Peach Blossom Mountain stands a shabby little Daoist temple. Inside lives Tao Mian, a man who once crossed into another world and accidentally became immortal.

For one thousand years, he has remained at Qi Condensation.

Not because he lacks talent. Not because he lacks time. But because his ridiculous longevity system refuses to let him cultivate unless he first takes in a disciple.

So Tao Mian waits.

He feeds chickens, naps under peach blossoms, fights ancient c*ckroaches, complains about life, and wonders whether he should simply accept one of his six-hundred-year-old chickens as his student.

Then, on the first day of his thousandth year, fate finally sends him a child.

A baby drifting down Peach Blossom Creek in a wooden bath basin.

From that day on, Tao Mian becomes a master.

His disciples come to him one after another: abandoned heirs, fallen princesses, wandering children, broken souls carrying blood debts and impossible destinies. He teaches them sword arts, feeds them, tricks them into doing chores, gives them terrible nicknames, and watches them grow strong enough to leave.

Some become sect leaders.

Some become emperors.

Some walk into darkness.

Some never return.

Tao Mian remains where he has always been: beneath the peach blossoms, with a cup of wine, a lazy smile, and an immortal life too long to measure.

A warm, bittersweet xianxia tale about a lazy immortal master, the disciples he raises, and the quiet loneliness of watching generations pass like falling petals.

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