Chapter 1

In the boundless mountains, there are hundreds of large and small Xiuzhen sects, and Xuantian bieyuan is one of them. Although there are only thousands of people in Xuantian other courtyard, they occupy the territory of tens of thousands of miles around. Here, everything is theirs. They are the well deserved masters here. Any friar who dares to run wild here will be killed mercilessly. The reputation of Xuantian bieyuan is based on the bodies of countless foreign monks.

At dusk on this day, when most of the monks in Xuantian other courtyard went to dinner or practice. A little Taoist in grade 16 or 17 suddenly appeared in each branch. The little Taoist was slightly fat and covered with a dirty blue Taoist robe. Although his eyes and eyebrows were somewhat delicate, his obscene little eyes completely destroyed the immortal temperament he tried to build, making him look like a friar at all, like a dandy who didn't learn any skills. In addition, he has a very uncomfortable name, song Zhong. It is homonymous with "dying", so that everyone hates it. No one calls him his real name. They all call him xiaopang.

Xiao Pang's life experience is very miserable. His parents were also elite disciples of Qingyang sect, but they suddenly died ten years ago. The Xiuzhen sect is famous for its indifference to human feelings. Without the protection of his parents, song Zhong's status as a "peerless waste wood" has plummeted. From a child sheltered by his parents, he suddenly became a bully.

Xiaopang, who has all five elements and is completely evenly distributed, has a name in the cultivation world, called omnipotent waste. Although you can practice any five element spell, you can't practice anything. Basically, you can't practice it. Even if you reluctantly use miraculous medicine to nourish your practice, you can't become a master. You can only linger at the low level all your life. In this case, no sect will waste its precious cultivation resources on this guy who will never become a talent.

If it hadn't been for the thin face of his parents, xiaopang would have been driven out of the mountain gate and let him live and die outside. Even now, Xiao Pang's situation is not good. He doesn't even count as an external disciple. He can only be a low-level boy who does chores. He collects the garbage generated every day from each subordinate sub hall at dusk.

However, although xiaopang is always silly, he is actually a child with extremely resolute character. He has seen all kinds of human conditions in the world in the past ten years. He did not abandon himself because of this, but chose to fight against difficulties. Even though he knew that his talent was not good, he never gave up practice.

Every day, in addition to completing the work of converging garbage assigned by the sect, he spends almost all his time on cultivation. He has to practice for nearly ten hours a day. Even those who are known as cultivation maniacs have to be ashamed of this degree of diligence. People, after all, are not statues. They meditate for more than eight hours every day. There is no entertainment and no one speaks. They just operate Zhenqi wholeheartedly. That taste is really that living people can sit silly!

But xiaopang insisted resolutely for ten years. He firmly believed that as long as he kept practicing hard, he would step on those bullies one day. Finally, last night, xiaopang successfully transformed his true Qi from the day after tomorrow to congenital, and became a true cultivator.

After birth, all mortals belong to the day after tomorrow. If you want to cultivate truth, you must remove the day after tomorrow's turbid qi and transform it into congenital true Qi. Only when you enter this innate realm can you be qualified to practice immortal family skills, which is a threshold for whether you can cultivate truth. If you cross, you are a monk. If you can't cross, you are a mortal!

However, in the face of such achievements, xiaopang has nothing to be happy except a bitter smile. Because people who are gifted practitioners complete this step around the age of 10. Some pure attribute talents with abnormal talents can even complete this step before the age of 5 with the help of strong family resources. In other words, song Zhong practiced at least several years later than others.

You know, cultivating truth is a matter of going against the sky, in order to compete with the sky for time. If they can't advance when Shouyuan is exhausted, the only thing waiting for them is death. The time in the early stage of cultivation is more precious, which directly affects the future development. People like song Zhong, who worked so hard and barely entered the threshold at the age of 16, can basically be sentenced to death. Unless xiaopang has any special chance, he will never be promoted and will stop at the congenital level at most.

In fact, the reason why xiaopang is practicing hard is because he really has such a chance. The chance came from an unknown treasure left by his parents. According to Xiao Pang's parents, it came from a very ancient Xiuzhen cave. Looking at the appearance of the cave, the owner of the cave must be very powerful. Most of the things he left behind are not ordinary. Unfortunately, song Zhong's parents were sent out before they had time to study, and then they never returned. This thing became the only thing they left song Zhong.

Xiaopang's plan is to refine this treasure into a life magic weapon immediately after cultivating to the congenital state. If you are lucky, you may really solve your problem if you encounter a strange treasure. If not, then he can only die, Xiuzhen's heart, wait for death slowly!

The so-called people are in good spirits at happy events. With such hope, xiaopang will naturally be a lot lighter when he works. He first came to the practice hall of Xuantian other courtyard, which is a place for disciples to practice using spells. There are many abandoned spells every day. The Taoist children here will pick up the garbage after the elite disciples leave. Xiaopang's job now is to take away the garbage. Compared with the previous work of washing dishes and sweeping the floor, this job is much more tired because it's a long way to go.

There are two big baskets of abandoned spells. Song Zhong came to the hut behind the practice hall, skillfully put the empty baskets he brought there, then picked up the two big baskets full of garbage and walked out quickly. The boy is not qualified to go through the front door. Xiaopang can only go through the back door and gallop along the mountain road. After all, he is a man who has been practicing for more than ten years. Although xiaopang can't resist flying, he can also count Zhang step by step. After years of exercise, his chubby body doesn't affect his speed at all. Dozens of miles of mountain roads will arrive soon. Along the way, from time to time, you can see friars flying their swords from the sky. They also see xiaopang, but no one will pay attention to this little fellow. These guys can fly with their nostrils facing the sky. Xiaopang already feels good. If he meets a boring guy, he may be cynical. The more boring goods will find some fun for song Zhong with low-level techniques. In the past ten years, xiaopang has been wet with water countless times and burned his ass with fire, so that he had to run naked for a long time, which has become the biggest joke in Xiaosi. The most dangerous time, a fun seeking disciple didn't control his magic well. He wanted to cut off xiaopang's hair with wind blade, but he almost cut off xiaopang's head. Since then, xiaopang has changed his appearance, how to keep a low profile and how to dress up. We also choose to work when there are few people, so as to avoid meeting too many boring people. The place xiaopang is going to is called Tiangou, which is a bottomless abyss behind Xuantian bieyuan. In ordinary times, the garbage produced by Xuantian bieyuan should be thrown here. Xuantian bieyuan has been built for thousands of years, and the garbage has been for thousands of years. Leng didn't fill the gutter hundreds of miles long. However, when it was xiaopang's turn to take over the job, a lot of garbage had accumulated below. The highest garbage mountain was only a dozen feet away from the top of the ditch. Xiaopang, who has something in mind, doesn't want to appreciate the huge amount of garbage in the gutter. He threw down two large baskets of garbage, and then hurried to the alchemy hall, where there are also two garbage baskets full of waste pills that failed to be refined. After throwing away the garbage from the alchemy hall, xiaopang has to go to the alchemy hall, where there are only two garbage baskets containing the failed things of the alchemy hall and some ashes. After throwing away the garbage of the three halls, Xiao Pang's day's work was over. He ran hundreds of miles in more than two hours. Even if he was a man of practice, he was tired and panting and sweating all over. After returning to his cabin like a dead dog, xiaopang didn't care to wash it, so he immediately began to meditate and regulate his breath. Half an hour later, a crescent moon quietly climbed up the willow head, and xiaopang slowly opened his eyes after adjusting his breath. At this time, his physical and mental state was at the best stage. In addition, his residence was remote and no one disturbed him for several years. It was a good time to refine exotic treasures. Carefully opened a hidden mechanism at the head of the bed. Xiaopang took out a black bead the size of a walnut. This bead is round, not gold or jade. I don't know what it was made of. There are no patterns on it, and there are no aura benefits. If it weren't for the ancient cave where it was found, Xiao Pang's parents wouldn't have looked at it at all. In fact, even xiaopang himself doubts whether this thing is a strange treasure and can be used to refine his life. You know, a person's life magic weapon can only be refined. Even if you want to change it in the future, it is impossible. It can be said that the life magic weapon directly determines the future development of a cultivator. Therefore, ordinary cultivators will carefully select the same top magic weapon after they reach a certain level of cultivation. Refining cost life magic weapon. If there is no good magic weapon, they would rather not refine it, nor would they arbitrarily refine something that doesn't know its origin as the life magic weapon. However, for xiaopang, he has no choice. There is only one magic weapon he can touch. If he doesn't refine it, he will have no future in the future. He can only wait for death. Although refining is dangerous, there may be a glimmer of vitality. Xiaopang stroked the smooth black beads and said with a bitter smile, "beads, beads, don't let me down!" After that, xiaopang, who had already made up his mind to fight, immediately looked tight, resolutely cut his wrist with his fingernails and dropped his life's blood essence on the beads. Strange to say, as soon as the blood essence touches the bead, it is immediately absorbed by it, as if it is not a bead, but a greedy monster.