A Rooster, a Bull, and a Cricket

From the Broken Soul Mountains, a group of cultivators emerges. A rooster, a bull, a cricket. And me! I am just me. A homeless, useless, ordinary me. The rooster is a lecherous divine son. He wants to see beautiful things and do beautiful things. But he looks extremely ugly and often gets bullied by the cricket. The bull was once a saint. He found the wrong woman. That woman stole his heart, stole others, and took his life. The cricket knows everything but won't reveal his background. He wants to do everything and makes the rooster do everything. We met by chance. No vows, no goals, even no direction. But the four of us, stumbling along, set foot on that path of cultivation. On the road, there is wind, sand, blood, and wine. And four souls who never want to come back.