How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

The Tang Dynasty, the Marquis of Tiantu's Mansion.

Today, the Marquis's residence is holding a sacrificial ceremony. The entire Imperial Ancestral Temple is solemn and dignified, with two cloud-swallowing tiger statues at the entrance, giving people endless awe.

The main deity enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple was the ancestor of the Li family, followed by his brothers, wives, concubines, and relatives of the emperor, and then the servants and maids who made outstanding contributions. The hierarchy was clearly defined.

By this time, the sacrificial ceremony had ended, and the master of the Marquis's mansion had left.

A young man in white stood in the corner and kowtowed three times to an inconspicuous memorial tablet.

The memorial tablet in front of him was the least conspicuous, even less so than those of the servants and maids. It had no official title, only four small characters: "Li Family Memorial Tablet".

Li Muyun looked at his mother's memorial tablet, his eyes reddening.

Because her mother was nameless and of lowly birth, born into a brothel, she was considered utterly despicable in the eyes of others, and even her memorial tablet was extremely humble after her death.

For more than a decade, Marquis Tiantu had long forgotten about this Li family member and had never paid any attention to Li Muyun.

He was like a weed, someone everyone wanted to trample on. The first and second wives made things difficult for him in every way, and even the servants and maids mocked and glared at him.

"Mother, one day I will make something of myself and make your mansion a proper place so that you will never be insulted by anyone again."

Li Muyun clutched the fan-shaped jade piece left by his mother to his chest, his small face resolute as he knelt on the ground.

He was not afraid of suffering any injustice himself, but he would not allow his mother's dignity to continue to be trampled on after her death.

"Hahaha, you little bastard, you want to make something of yourself? You've been cultivating your body for three years and haven't even condensed a true qi seed yet. You're still dreaming? It's hilarious."

A boy who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old walked with a powerful stride and a lithe physique. He was followed by two servants and looked at Li Muyun with a loud laugh, his eyes full of mockery.

This man was none other than Li Tianci, the son of the second wife, Liu Ruyue.

"Li Tianci, don't forget, I'm your brother!" Li Muyun said, taking a deep breath.

Li Tianci seemed to have heard a funny joke and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! A bastard of a prostitute, with filthy and disgusting blood. Don't you even take a piss and look at yourself? Give me back my brother? If you still can't become a martial artist by the end of this year's Elephant Dance Ceremony, then you can expect to be exiled to the frontier."

Li Muyun grabbed Li Tianci by the collar and roared, "I will not allow you to insult my mother!"

"Hmph, looking for death!"

Li Tianci kicked Li Muyun in the chest, then disgustedly dusted off his collar. Two servants rushed forward and pinned Li Muyun to the ground.

Li Muyun groaned, a burning pain shooting through his chest. Li Tianci was a seventh-level Martial Apprentice, while Li Muyun was just a mortal.

Li Muyun was weak from childhood, and despite three years of martial arts training, he made no progress whatsoever. Every time he was about to condense a seed of true energy, it would vanish in the blink of an eye. He had experienced this hundreds of times over those three years. To this day, he still hadn't become a martial arts apprentice.

In the primordial continent, among the mortal race, those who absorb true qi and condense a seed of true qi are considered to have entered the path. Only by practicing martial arts can one stand proudly in the world.

The weak are destined to be bullied.

Li Tianci stepped on Li Muyun's chest and grinned coldly, "You little bastard, you still dare to fight me? You're courting death."

Li Muyun struggled fiercely, but how could he resist when he was held down by two servants? The servants passing by all detoured and left, their faces full of schadenfreude. This was not the first time such a scene had occurred.

Li Tianci picked at his ear, his gaze falling on the "Li Family Memorial Tablet," a playful smile playing on his lips.

"A shameless woman who sleeps with anyone should be left to rot in the wilderness after death, becoming a lonely ghost. How dare she enter my Li family ancestral temple?"

As he spoke, Li Tianci had a servant bring over the memorial tablet, which he then played with in his hands.

Li Muyun struggled frantically, his eyes bloodshot and bulging with tears, roaring, "What are you doing? Give me back my mother's memorial tablet!"

"Okay, I'll return it to you now."

As Li Tianci spoke, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed the memorial tablet and smashed it hard on Li Muyun's head.

Click!

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, Li Muyun's white clothes were stained with blood, and the memorial tablet shattered into several pieces.

Li Muyun's head was throbbing as if it were about to explode, and everything went black before his eyes. He could hear the mocking laughter of Li Tianci and his servants.

"Hahaha, you bastard, you should wag your tail and beg for mercy like a dog. Maybe then I'll let you go."

"Yes, a prostitute's son should be trampled underfoot by a young master. He's a pretty boy, good for nothing except for his good looks, just like his promiscuous mother."

"This good-for-nothing bastard is a disgrace to the Marquis's bloodline and a disgrace to the Marquis of Tiantu's mansion!"

Li Muyun gripped the jade piece his mother had left him tightly with his blood-stained hands, as if he could still feel her lingering warmth.

"Mother, I'm sorry, I'm incompetent, I've caused you to suffer humiliation as well..."

The jade piece suddenly became hot in the blood, and Li Muyun completely lost consciousness.

Whether he was unconscious or asleep, Li Muyun was already in a boundless star field.

One after another, dazzling jade pillars of the heavens and the earth stand tall, with countless profound Daoist characters flowing on them, demonstrating the great Dao of heaven and earth as if they were alive.

"Where am I? Am I dead?"

Li Muyun looked at the Xuan Tian Jade Pillars around him and muttered to himself. He only remembered that the jade piece his mother left him was extremely hot. Could it be related to that jade piece?

"The Great Dao has three thousand paths, creating the world; comprehending the Dao of the Saints, Hongjun becomes an immortal."

As he pondered this, four sentences were projected from a jade tablet, floating in the void.

"What four wise sayings about the Way of Heaven!"

Li Muyun couldn't help but admire these four sentences.

"How can a mortal body be qualified to control the creations of nature?"

At this moment, a clear, cold voice came from the jade tablet, followed by a black-clad phantom floating out and standing proudly in front of Li Muyun.

Li Muyun was startled and stepped back. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the black-clad phantom had a handsome face, human-shaped rabbit ears, and a fleeting figure. However, the phantom was surrounded by radiant light and divine halo, making it appear as if it were a true immortal.

"Are you an immortal? And where is this place?" Li Muyun asked.

The man said coldly, "I am the Long-Eared Immortal, my remnant soul residing here. I was only able to awaken thanks to your three years of nurturing with your true energy. Considering your kindness in nurturing me, and my connection with your mother, I will today create spiritual roots for you and bestow upon you the body of an immortal!"

Long-eared fairy? Is there a connection between her and her mother?

Upon hearing this, Li Muyun immediately became agitated. "My mother is just a courtesan in the capital. How could you possibly know her?"

"A courtesan? Hahaha! How utterly laughable! A dignified Kunlun Saintess, yet she bears such a lowly name."

The long-eared fairy shook its snow-white ears excitedly, which actually caused a strong wind to blow throughout the entire space, and the earth to shake.

Li Muyun steadied himself, his mind reeling. His eyes were fixed on the long-eared fairy, his breathing rapid. "Kunlun? Holy Maiden? Who exactly is my mother?"

"As a son, shouldn't you seek the answer to this question yourself? My divine soul is weak and my immortal power is limited. I repay the kindness of those who nurtured me and the affection of those who have helped me."

The Long-Eared Immortal snorted coldly, pointed a finger, and a beam of immortal light instantly enveloped Li Muyun...