Chapter 1 Completely giving up
“When you come here, don’t ask anything, just raise good spiritual food for the immortals, and you can enjoy it! In the future, you may be able to serve as a foreigner like me. Door Butler.”
“Yes, yes, I understand.”
"Well, take this package and it will help you raise these beasts. I will come to check in half a month. If they are not raised well, don't blame me for asking you."
" I understand. Thank you for taking care of Deacon Li. This is just a small thought..."
"Well, that's quite the way to go. Okay, I'll leave first..."
"Okay, Deacon Li, please walk slowly."
Looking after the fat-headed and big-eared Li respectfully. The deacon gradually disappeared between the valleys, and the smile on Wang Ba's face gradually disappeared.
What replaced it was a touch of sadness and bitterness.
“We’ve finally come this far!”
"But who told me that I have low qualifications and bad luck!"
"I am really ashamed to be a time traveler."
Wang Yan's eyes were full of unwillingness and helplessness.
When I came to this world, I thought I would have the opportunity to seek immortality and live forever.
Unfortunately, after trying so hard to find the nearest Xianjia sect, I was told that the qualifications were not enough and even the outer sect was unwilling to accept it.
Unwilling to give in, he tried every means and spent a full eight years, but without any gains.
And he had almost lost all his wealth, and there was no way back.
As a last resort, he finally gave up his unrealistic fantasies and used the little money he had left to ask someone to find a connection with Deacon Li, the outer sect of the Immortal Family's "Dongsheng Sect".
Deacon Li accepted the money and took it into consideration and arranged for him to come here.
A villa that raises spiritual food for immortals.
But in Wang Yan’s opinion, it would be more appropriate to call it a ‘chicken farm’.
Because looking up, the entire villa is full of free-range roosters and hens.
Everyone is tall and full of energy.
As I looked around, I felt quite spiritual.
It is very different from chickens raised in the world.
These chickens are walking leisurely in the villa, and there will be people who will provide them with good feed and spiritual insects.
And their destination is that one day after they grow fat and strong, they will be sent to the dining rooms of the immortals to be made into spiritual food with strong spiritual power.
Deacon Li had already told him this before he came.
Besides him, there was only one elderly man in the entire villa.
The old man looked to be seventy or eighty years old, with age spots all over his face. Seeing Wang Ba’s arrival, he moved a horse by himself and sat under the eaves to bask in the sun.
"Hello sir, I am Wang Hao. I hope you will take good care of me when I work with my seniors in the future."
Wang Hao smiled habitually and greeted him politely.
The old man glanced sideways at him, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes. After a long time, he slowly said:
"My surname is Sun."
"My surname is Sun. Li’s sent you here, it seems that the benefits you gave are not enough.”
Wang Ba was stunned when he heard this, and then forced out a smile:
"Haha, Mr. Sun is joking, how can I give you anything good..."
"Ha!"
< br>The old man just chuckled, turned his head, and said nothing more.
Seeing that the other party seemed to have no desire to say anything else.
Wang Ba also felt a little embarrassed, so he gestured with his hands and went to his bedroom.
The room was extremely cramped, with only a narrow bed three feet wide and a shabby wardrobe.
When you open the door, you will be greeted by a strong musty smell and spider webs everywhere.
It seems that no one has lived there for a long time.
But Wang Yan didn't care at all about this.
After a brief wipe, he eagerly opened the package that Deacon Li left for him.
A piece of yellow paper, a Taoist robe and a handwritten book.
Wang Yan picked up the yellow paper and browsed it briefly. They were all precautions for raising chickens.
He stuffed it into his arms casually.
I then ignored the Dongsheng Sect’s standard Tibetan blue robe and picked up the book at the bottom.
The first thing you see is three unremarkable characters.
"Strength Body Sutra".
“Yes! That’s it!”
Wang Yan’s eyes lit up.
This is his last hope.
When an immortal family accepts a disciple, the most important thing they value is their spiritual root qualifications. It goes without saying if you have high qualifications.
But most people don’t even have spiritual roots.
For example, Wang Yan.
Fortunately, there is always a way out.
The same is true for the way of cultivating immortals.
He learned by luck some time ago that by practicing the "Strengthening Body Sutra" unique to the Dongsheng Sect, there is a very small hope of cultivating spiritual roots.
Although the spiritual root qualifications cultivated by Yun are often extremely low, even casual cultivators can't look down on them.
For Wang Yan, this is a hope after all.
Only by becoming a member of the sect can one be allowed to practice exercises such as the "Strength Body Sutra".
This is why Wang Hao insists on coming in even if he is raising chickens for the sect.
Now that the secret book is in hand, Wang Yan can't wait to open it.
“This "Strength Body Sutra" actually has thirteen levels..."
"Every time you complete one level, you can increase your strength by dozens or hundreds of kilograms..."
“As long as you cultivate to the tenth level, you will have the opportunity to develop spiritual roots?”
"If you cultivate to the thirteenth level, you can even reach the middle-grade spiritual root!"
"Okay! What a good technique!"
The more Wang Yan looked at it, the more surprised he became.
He did not expect that the "Strength Body Sutra" would have such incredible effects.
Although there are more levels of cultivation, you only need to reach the tenth level to have a chance to cultivate spiritual roots.
If you practice it to perfection, you can even have a middle-grade spiritual root!
As for the entry threshold for the outer gate of the ‘East Saint Sect’, you only need low-grade spiritual roots.
In other words, he only needs to practice to the eleventh or second level before he can officially become an outer disciple of the Dongsheng Sect!
From now on, there is hope for immortality!
"Phew - calm down! Calm down!"
"Don't get carried away."
"Such a magical technique, the requirements for practice are certainly not low."
"Let's take a look first."
Wang Yan took a deep breath .
Calm down your excitement.
Then he carefully opened the following pages.
“Hey, this technique does not have any requirements, it just takes some time?”
Wang Yan was extremely surprised.
He quickly continued reading.
“The first level only takes one year to complete. So, it’s not too difficult to accept that I won’t be able to cultivate my spiritual roots until I’m forty or fifty years old...”
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"Huh? The second level will take two years, and the third level will take four years..."
As he watched, Wang Yan's complexion gradually changed!
Geometric Sequence!
Without even thinking, the time required for the tenth level immediately jumped out of his head.
512 years!
He quickly turned to the next page in disbelief.
After seeing the numbers on the paper, he stood there as if struck by lightning!
His guess is true!
The tenth level really takes 512 years!
The thirteenth floor requires an exaggerated 4096 years!
Such a long time has even far exceeded the life span of the immortals!
Although it is written in the book, if one is extremely qualified, the training time can be greatly shortened.
But looking at these words, Wang Yan could only smile bitterly.
It takes 1023 years to build from the first floor to the tenth floor.
What kind of qualifications can shorten the gap of thousands of years?
He didn't believe that he could do it!
Even if he can master it and cultivate his spiritual roots within a few decades, so what?
The lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years!
What does he use to refine his energy, and what does he use to build his foundation?
At this moment, all thoughts are lost.
But he finally gave up completely.
I was stunned for a moment.
After a long time, he breathed out heavily.
It seems like I want to spit out all my ambition and unwillingness.
The "Strengthening Sutra" he had worked so hard to obtain was thrown carelessly at the foot of the bed.
Instead, there is the yellow paper recording the precautions for raising chickens...
Newcomers, new books, welcome to take care
(End of this chapter)