Fantasy: I Use My Spiritual Fingers to Destroy Evil Spirits

Lu Yuan, fourteen years old, was born from starvation in Qingshi Village. On the day when his grandfather exchanged it for a bag of broken silver and sent it to Guiyun Sect, he thought that the Immortal Cultivation Sect had enough food. As a result, the outer sect was free-range, and the Qing Qi Jue was discovered and left to fend for itself at Wangyun Peak. Senior brother left a message: If you don't reach the second level of Qi refining in three months, you will be punished by digging for spiritual stones or sending you to the alchemy room to donate Qi and blood. Good brother Li Guran handed over a piece of sour dough cake with one finger missing: "It was the supervisor who chopped it when digging for spiritual stones." Lu Yuan took a bite of the pancake and thought: It's better than the spoiled pot stickers at home. Zhao, who was at the fourth level of Qi Refining in the outer sect, took advantage of the situation and snatched away the last piece of rice cake stuffed by his grandmother in public. He punched the chest and fell to the ground with black eyes. When he woke up, only one of the two spiritual stones was left in his bag. It was drizzling that night. Lu Yuan walked out of the room and walked aimlessly. The mountain road is slippery, one step misses the mark and falls off the cliff. When I woke up again, everything was different. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.