1 Chapter 1:- Beginning

"Do you accept me as your teacher?"

"Yes, Master " Said a boy as he bows to his teacher.

He was beyond excited because he finally got a teacher and he can go on journey of cultivation.

His name was Abrar Ali and he was the son of the village head.

He has heard legends of Cultivator but never saw them until now when this senior was passing by the village and accept him as his disciple.

He said his talent was above average and he can become immortal.

He was beyond excited, he always dreams to become immortal, when he heard legends of Cultivator.

"Good, Good Disciple" His master patted on his shoulder as he praises him.

"Go, tie up your things we will leave tomorrow," He said while slowly closing his eyes.

He slowly backs up and closes the room door where his master is resting and walks towards the village hall where his Father is.

After coming to the door of the village hall, he knocked two times and enter.

As soon as he inside he saw his father discussing with the people of the town who buy things from the village.

He motions him to wait with his eyes and after few minutes he suddenly said

"Son, are now under the protection of The Sect?"

He was surprised for a second but quickly composed.

"Yes father, now I am officially disciple of Immortal and Disciple of the immortal Sect"

He soon as he said that people from the town were shocked as they quickly bow their heads and said

"We pay respect to Sect disciple"

He nodded because he had done this to his now master when he comes into the village even the village head was no expectation and he later found out that it's custom in the country which is not backed by a Sect.

He chats with his dad after the guests leave for few minutes before walking into his room.

As he looked into the mirror he saw an average guy with nothing standing out if he was placed in a crownd no one will notice him.

He took a deep breath while looking at the mirror and said

"You can do this, it is hard to leave the village but got to do this to achieve something Common"

That night was restless for many because of fear, excitement, and regrets.