Ye Fan traveled through the world of cultivating immortals. Without spiritual roots, he could only be a mortal.
So he opened a small shop in Xiuzhenfang City, painting, playing chess, and fishing when he had nothing to do.
Little did I know.
A painting he drew at random allowed a Nascent Soul to achieve a breakthrough in divine transformation and extend its life by five thousand years.
A little golden pheasant that I raised casually broke through the bloodline restrictions and became the ancient mythical beast Qingluan.
Even the maids collected are the spirit of the best immortal weapons.
And the person who usually cried and called him "Senior" turned out to be the Holy Lord of the Holy Land and the Immortal from the Upper Realm.
Ye Fan was confused.
"Am I actually an expert in this world?"
