However, people are unlucky enough to have their teeth stuck when they drink cold water.

Unexpectedly, with a casual roll, I rolled into a snake's nest. What's even more unfortunate is that I crushed several snake eggs, leaving me covered in sticky, fishy-smelling egg fluid.

The snake mother, as thick as an adult man's forearm, stared at me coldly, raising her body and hissing venomously at me.

The voices of people grew closer, and the hissing of the snake grew louder.

This snake is known as the Five Steps Snake. If bitten, one can't walk more than five steps.

I made up my mind and rolled on the spot, rolling back onto the village road.

The big snake followed closely behind, and I rolled into the crowd. Curses, stomping, and the snake's hissing filled my ears.

When everything returned to calm, only a few faint moans remained. It was Old Chen, the village elder, and Uncle Lulong, the one-eyed uncle of the village chief. Both of them were old and couldn't dodge in time. They were bitten by the Five Steps Snake several times and looked like they wouldn't survive.

The village chief's face turned black as he picked up the dead snake and threw it at me.

"Someone, tie this snake and Xiao Zui to the altar for public display. Choose a date for the execution!"

Usually, people in the village call me "Han Wa Zi." But when the village chief got angry, he unexpectedly called out my full name. Perhaps it had been so long since anyone had called me by that name, so I couldn't react in time to who "Xiao Zui" was.

The Daoist disciple who presided over the turtle-feeding ceremony stared at my face for a moment and waved his hand to the village chief, saying, "Wait a moment, I will take these two old gentlemen back to the Immortal Mountain for treatment."

After speaking, he turned to the two old men who were barely breathing and asked, "Would you two like to come with me to the mountain?"

Was there even a need to ask?

With everyone's envious gaze, the two old men nodded with all their strength, their faces turning purple.

This was too impressive.

Since I was young, I've heard the elders in the village say that our village is blessed. We live on a fairy island, and on the island, there is an Immortal Mountain where the White-Clothed Immortals live.

Although I've never seen any White-Clothed Immortals since I was born. But every three months, a child in a gray Daoist robe holding a feather duster comes down from the mountain to preside over the turtle-feeding ceremony and brings some dried immortal mushrooms from the mountain to give to the people in the village for longevity.

The villagers are grateful to the immortals for another reason. The deceased in our village, including children who died young, are sent to the Immortal Mountain for salvation. The immortals have shown great kindness and protection to our village.

The Daoist disciple waved his sleeve, and the two old men disappeared instantly, leaving the onlookers in awe. Some curious people even crouched down and carefully examined the place where the two old men had been, poking at every tiny crack with sticks.

Then the Daoist disciple looked at me and asked, "Is the fire pattern on your face a birthmark?"

I nodded awkwardly.

Ever since I was born, there has been a copper coin-sized abstract fire shape at the corner of my left eye. I didn't expect this Daoist disciple to immediately recognize it. Truly amazing.

"I will come to pick you up to the Immortal Mountain in half a month," he said.

After saying that, he flicked his feather duster, extended his arm, and instantly moved dozens of steps away, soaring through the clouds towards the Immortal Mountain.

The crowd knelt down, prostrating themselves on the ground, too fearful to even lift their heads.