A Mortal's Path to Immortality Begins with Refining Scrap Pills

Mortal cultivation, no System Li Dahai, a menial disciple with all five spiritual roots, has just three months left before Qingyang Sect expels him. For three years, he has watched disciples with Heavenly Spiritual Roots cultivate among the clouds and listened to legends of the sect leader splitting mountains and shattering rocks. His dream of cultivating immortality has long been carved into his bones. But menial disciples have neither resources nor instruction, and he can't even reach the threshold of the Qi Refining stage. Like the other mortal laborers, he is about to be swept out of the sect like old firewood. In the pill room, seven defective pills that Elder Mo considered worthless became his last lifeline. These pills, ruined in the process of refining spirit herbs, are so toxic they could kill a Qi Refining disciple. Yet they are the only “opportunity” he can get his hands on. His fellow disciples are already striving to reach Foundation Establishment, while he has to risk his life by swallowing defective pills. If he succeeds, he can stay in the immortal sect; if he fails, he'll die on the spot. Elder Mo saw through his intentions. His warning that this was “suicide” drifted on the wind, but Li Dahai clenched the defective pills in his fist. In this cultivation world, where mortals are treated like ants, what's the difference between failing to become an immortal and being dead? Clutching seven defective pills, he hid in a corner. A mortal's life is worth at least one attempt to defy the heavens and fight for a place among the immortals.