
About This Novel
No one has ever told me that I am a master of cultivating immortals. The cultivators on the mountain peaks where I stayed were fighting fiercely for a place. Some people picked up the leftover medicine dregs in my alchemy furnace and sold them for thousands of gold. The leftover peach cores were used to make a top-quality elixir. Until one day, the clothes I hung out were stolen. Now I can't bear it anymore!
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