Lingzhu Youzhen

A soul unwilling to be ordinary, it wants to have a myth of its own, but it is not that easy to create a myth. They all say that they are young and ignorant. He once asked his grandfather whether they were ghost cultivators... He remembered what his grandfather said. "Xiaoyu, do you want to be a ghost cultivator, or one of those decent cultivators?" "They must be decent monks. Ghost cultivators are all a bunch of evil villains!" "Does Xiaoyu think I'm like a ghost cultivator?" "It's not like that. How can grandpa be a ghost cultivator if he is so good?" "That's not right. You think grandpa is no longer a ghost cultivator." "But, I heard people outside saying..." "Xiaoyu, you have to remember that we are not ghost cultivators." That day, he thought about it for a long time at night. He had always wanted to become a true immortal cultivator. He wanted to see what the outside world was like. But when thousands of bamboos sprouted from the ground and he had the chance to step out, he didn't have the initial excitement. The growth of soul power would no longer bring him joy. That night, he thought about it for a long time... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.