I, Zalinggen, Will It Be Okay If I Can Cultivate Immortality Quickly?

"You, Zalinggen?" The leader said something, and Ye Lingru was struck by lightning. It is rumored. Others have only nine levels of a realm, and forty-five levels of miscellaneous spiritual roots, which is a waste of people and money... "The miscellaneous spirit roots are, at best, just the qualifications of a handyman in the outer sect. I, the Spirit Sword Peak, will not accept them." "The Hidden Sword Peak will not accept it." "Yang Jianfeng, Chenran Peak, and Yanmu Peak are all full..." "Then Master, you..." "I haven't accepted a disciple for many years..." Ye Ling looked at the empty seats, and a flash of bright red caught his eye. Unable to give up, Ye Linghua falls on Yun Yufeng. Half a cup of tea induces the body to enter; one day, three levels of Qi refining; one week to build the foundation; one month to form a pill; one year to overcome the tribulation... "Look, that miscellaneous spirit is here as a guest, what's going on?!" "Shh, stop calling Zalinggen, he is invincible..."