Zhong Yuan Wu Bai

What is a Daoist Master? One that is imageless in ten directions and vanishes in the six paths; unrestrained by the three realms and the five elements.                                                                                                                                           
After a day at the clinic, Dr. Li Feng met with an accident on his way home. When he regained consciousness, Li Feng found himself in the body of a weak teenage boy who was born out of wedlock, Shen Lian. Who was the father? The mother would not tell. A scripture he found among his mother’s remnants was the only thing he knew about his father.                                                                                                    
The mother came from a wealthy and well known family. When Shen Lian was recalled back to the Shen family, he was entitled for part of the grandfather’s inheritance and businesses. Despite the grand value, Shen Lian did not take a cent with him when he decided to leave the family. Why would he leave this comfortable life behind?                                      
His journey with this new identity brought him into this new world as he travelled between realms in search of knowledge to improve his Daoist skills. As he conquered trial after trial, would he become the chosen one? Will he succeed in becoming the Daoist Master? Only time will tell.

Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

In the beginning, Fang Yanying could still keep up with Shen Lian's pace. As they kept going, she could feel the weight of each snowflake, as if it burdened her, crushing her body and stalling her movements. Furthermore, the Qi of heaven and earth here felt as if it originated from a single source, belonging to a master. She could not absorb it and her footsteps became increasingly heavier. It felt as though her consciousness had been lost, as she numbly followed the footsteps left by Shen Lian.

If she did not step on the path guided by a trail of golden flowers, this snow-capped mountain would not be scalable. One would even end up somewhere in the snow mountain, eternally frozen, trapped in a state where one is neither dead nor alive.

Shen Lian's pace remained steady. The footsteps he left when he started was heavy. Then it gradually got shallower. The golden flowers too grew fainter and fainter.

The Lone Lamp Above the Copper Coffin.