Assisted Cultivation

The world was a big place, but for a countryboy like Bai Ren it may very well be as big as the mountain where he lived in for his whole 20 years of live.

He doesn't have parents or at least doesn't remember he ever had any parental figure aside from that of his old master, an mountain heremit with good martial skills who took care of him albeit failing to pass on his mastery of the fighting arts.

Indeed, failing.
Ren may have been good of heart, but being good hearted didn't immediately make one good at martial arts and while he did put a ton of effort, it was like his body refused to go beyond learning the physical motion.

But what use were the physical motion without the energy to back them up?
Maybe he'd be a master among commoners, but once he met any old murim goon then he'd be as good as gone.

The murim was the world of martial arts and any who claimed to have some would be automatically considered part of it unless they belonged to the army, as the secular world and the martial world were to not mix with each minding their own respective business.
Ren may have trained his whole life under his master, but despite knowing the motions he could never dare to declare himself as a martial artists because the implications would be far too much for him to bear.

Therefore all he could do was keep training, his world limited to the mountain he lived his whole life in, most likely never to achieve anything significant...

...or so it was supposed to be.

It happened one day when his master was out for business... well, he always said business but Ren knew the old leecher would go out to try and pick up girls, but regardless of what he'd actually do the old man would usually be gone for a few weeks to a few months and during such times Ren would be left to tend to himself.
And as any other morning, he had gone down to the river to get a few bucket-worths of water when he noticed a female body lying down by the river bank...