Cultivation of Immortality Begins with a Bowl of Spiritual Spring Water. I Am the Owner of Spiritual Land.

"Do you think the good harvest in Lingtian depends on the good weather? No, I put the medicine in the bowl." Lu Zangshan traveled through the world of cultivation and became the lowest level servant of the Qinglian Sect. No good spiritual roots, no spiritual stones, only one I got by chance broken bowl A bowl of spiritual spring water can revive dead trees and make you addicted to fairy grass. When the elder of the sect was delighted with the soaring output of spiritual rice, he was squatting on the field ridge and throwing the last handful of "hybrid poisonous wheat" into the spiritual vein spring. "You immortals, if you eat the food I grow, you will become my puppets."