I am a living immortal.

When Chen Tao first arrived in Yan Dynasty after traveling thousands of miles, he was immediately drawn to this vibrant and vibrant world. He quickly immersed himself in it, reminiscing about the feeling he had when he first entered the world. And this world was truly, as the old goat had said, powerful beyond description.

He visited the three great masters, though he only met two in the end. One was none other than the martial arts fanatic, Taoist Si Chong, who had returned from his training. This old Taoist master, a master of both the immortal and martial arts schools of the Qinghua Dao, was a leader in the martial arts. This master's martial arts skills were truly superb—if the three great masters of the Yu Dynasty stood apart from the rest of the martial arts world, then this Taoist Si Chong stood out from the rest. True to what Old Goat had said, in a pure martial arts competition, he was no match for Si Chong.

It wasn't so much a duel with Master Si Chong as it was Master Si Chong guiding him. Chen Tao, having absorbed the old goat's experience like a sponge, diligently absorbed its lessons. His dedication and yearning for martial arts also pleased Si Chong. He hadn't seen such pure martial arts talent in years, so he made the special effort to offer him guidance.

Chen Tao's three months at Qinghua Dao were the three months in which he made the most progress. Then, he hit a wall, and after bidding farewell to Si Chong, he resolutely entered the martial arts world. From south to north, he traveled, seeing the world, and sparring with heroes from all over the land. It was a truly joyful experience. Breathing the wind and dew, he traversed nearly every part of the Yan Dynasty, meeting many like-minded individuals. He felt that Taoist Master Si Chong was wrong. There were many martial artists as pure as him, or even purer, but few dared to seek instruction from Qinghua Dao.

Three years passed since his departure. Three years had left a trace of weathering on his face that had never been seen before, yet his strength, like the rushing rivers, continued to forge ahead, ultimately achieving Grandmaster status.

Chen Tao could often be seen battling the raging river, swallowing countless civilians during every flood season. He seemed poised to tame this fierce dragon. Many mocked him, saying that battling humans wasn't enough; he also wanted to battle the heavens. Taming the river was simply a fantasy. These people were telling the truth, for even now, Chen Tao had never succeeded. How could a mere mortal stand in the way of the river's might?

Each time Chen Tao battled the river, he was severely injured and swept back to shore, only to recover and resume his battle. After this repeated cycle of more than a dozen times, no one called him foolish. Perhaps it was his battles with the river that reduced the frequency of the river's course changes. Thanks to Chen Tao's influence, the imperial court finally resolved to regulate the river. Chen Tao alone might never have been able to tame the river, but his courage and determination to do so inspired many others.

Fighting Heaven! This time, the surrounding people were inspired by the spirit of man conquering nature and resolved to contribute financially and physically, greatly alleviating the pressure on the imperial court. Chen Tao then returned to his wanderings. However, his fame spread far and wide after this battle, earning him the name "Fighting River Chen Tao," and his fists and palms were as unstoppable as the surging waves of a river.

This person's reputation grew, until later, he was even vaguely called the fourth grandmaster. However, Chen Tao knew that he was not yet qualified to be called the fourth grandmaster, because at the peak of his fame, he met Qiu Cheng, one of the three great grandmasters, "Jia Hai Qing Tian".

This man seemed to be born to control Chen Tao, even his name suggested it. As the saying goes, "One thing conquers another," Chen Tao finally experienced what it meant to be frustrated with Qiu Cheng. Qiu Cheng was surprised. After so many years of training, his strength had already reached an extraordinary level, and those who could rival him were few and far between. A single strike from him could instantly reduce an opponent to a pulp. Yet, all these years later, someone had dared to take his spear with their bare hands. During their previous battle with the Demon Slayer's Grand Commander, that person had learned not to take a direct hit, resorting to subtlety. Yet, all these years later, his spear had become even more powerful than before, yet Chen Tao had managed to withstand dozens of his strikes. How astonishing! What a freak!

This, of course, was thanks to Chen Tao's daily, year-after-year struggles. Whether it was the cresting waves or the turbulent currents beneath, these experiences truly strengthened his physique and honed his muscles. To avoid being swept away by the river, he had to exploit the balancing points between the currents, like the eye of a storm. It was precisely because of this that he was able to withstand Qiu Cheng's powerful attack. It was a habit ingrained in him.

Although Chen Tao ultimately lost, it must be said that he still received high praise from Qiu Cheng, just like Si Chong, who was optimistic about the younger generation in the martial arts world. So Chen Tao stayed with Qiu Cheng for another month and a half, and when he walked out of the Qiu family gate, he was reborn in a new sense.

Chen Tao, receiving guidance from the two Grandmasters and driven by his hard work, was edging ever closer to becoming a true Grandmaster. Just as he was contemplating where to go next, a message arrived from Old Goat, asking for his assistance. The reward was a sparring match with Old Goat. Furthermore, this mission was incredibly dangerous, even he could be in danger, which only excites Chen Tao even more.

Originally, he had planned to seek out the last Grandmaster, Yi Li, for a duel, but that last one was very special and not someone he could meet just because he wanted to. Now that he no longer had to worry, Chen Tao readily agreed.

He was renowned in the martial arts world, possessing considerable strength, yet his power was not readily apparent. This was because the martial arts world, in general, was often overlooked, and martial arts were even more so. The grudges, love and hate, and vengeance of the martial arts world were often recounted as stories, but how many truly took these stories to heart? It was true: the martial arts world seemed so close, yet so far away, that ordinary people might never reach it in their lifetimes.

The distance was far, so there wasn't much of a sense of reality. The imperial court didn't care, and the demons cared even less. After all, in their minds, the people of the Jianghu were just more delicious blood food, and not all of them could slay demons.

In reality, martial arts itself occupies a somewhat awkward position, possessing both universality and the ability to both strengthen the body and move mountains and fill seas—the former being more common, the latter less common, or even nonexistent. Most people subconsciously imagine it as neither weak nor strong.

Chen Tao's arrival had little impact, but word of his ruthless character had spread. This time, he came with a vengeance, yet local officials treated him as a joke. However, they would soon pay a heavy price for this disregard.