Hehuan Xiantu

When Li Jiuxiao heard about the mysterious path to immortality when he was young, he decided to embark on a long journey to find the way to immortality. At that time, he was full of enthusiasm and thought that immortality and a world of freedom were within his reach. However, the ideal is as bright as the stars, but the reality is as cold and biting as cold iron, wrapping him up layer by layer. His aptitude is very poor, his bones are rotten and weak, and he is still trapped in the first level of Qi training even though he is over sixty years old. His spiritual energy flows like fine sand in the Dantian, gathering but not condensing. The steps to build the foundation are as dim as the stars outside the clouds, out of reach. Every time I try to break through, I feel the meridians are broken inch by inch, and the pain is heartbreaking. Immortality? It was just a dream like a mirror, a flower in the water, appearing in front of my eyes and then dissipating in an instant, leaving behind the dust of despair in the room. Even though he was in the enlightened Hehuan Sect, surrounded by beauties like clouds, surrounded by pink beauties, and their soft words were gentle and sultry, he still kept his heart as solid as jade and remained unmoved. Recalling all the hardships of cutting off love and focusing on cultivation over the years - hard training in the cold nights, scorching hot pills in the furnace, ridicule from classmates, the hatred and gnashing of teeth surged like a tide, and my eyesight turned black, and I almost fainted. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.