Qin Yue, a good-for-nothing at cultivation, grew up in a poor family. At fourteen, he joined the Lingyu Continent’s greatest sect, the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, as a menial outer disciple, hoping cultivation would let him defy fate.
But seasons came and went. The junior disciples who had joined at the same time had all broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and become inner-sect elders, while he was still a menial disciple.
By the time his hair had turned white and he was past seventy, he had finally reached the Qi Refining stage.
He remembered that before he left, his grandfather had given him a pitch-black ring of unknown material and solemnly told him he must not wear it until he reached the Qi Refining stage.
With trembling hands, Qin Yue took out the ring and put it on. The world spun around him, and he fainted.
When he opened his eyes, he saw seven stunning beauties, each with her own unique charm, looking at him with undisguised disdain.
One alluring, flirtatious beauty pointed at him and said:
“Yanran, you’re not joking, are you? This is the man you said we were destined to be with?”
Looking at the nine beauties who could put the fairest to shame, Qin Yue cried out too:
“Grandpa, you’re not joking, are you? I’m already this old, and you give me seven beauties? Are you trying to send me off to join you sooner?”
There's no point in becoming younger. A lot of tomatoes will make you younger.
A golden elixir, a foundation building, really