Useless Man Begging for Bones: Blood, Tears, Thorns, and the Road to Immortality

When the snow foam mixed with gravel was slapped on the face, Lin Yi finally recognized the reality - this world of cultivation does not accept the behavior of time travellers. The dilapidated temple where the soul penetrates is leaking like a sieve, and the four spiritual roots are so mixed that even wild dogs are disgusted. Digging his frostbitten toes into the frozen mud, he trembled and finished chewing the moldy scraps of cornstarch, then began to talk to the void for the thousand and first time: "Taozu, look at that wisp of spiritual energy yesterday that moved faster than a mouse..." The three copper coins saved with ten years of blood and tears were crushed into the excrement by the gangsters; the "Qi-Inducing Technique" carved out of the bones attracted evil cultivators to draw blood to refine medicine. When his rotten knees finally entered the Qinglan Sect's mountain gate, the pickaxe handle of the poisonous miasma mine cracked his tiger's mouth, and the blood foam he coughed out shone with tiny pieces of spiritual stone. At the age of forty, he reached the first level of Qi Refining, and exchanged the Yin Bone Flower dug out from the cemetery for the Foundation Establishment Pill. On the night of Dantian's eruption, he listened to the hissing sound of Dantian leaking air and stroked half of the spiritual stone that the Taoist monk had stuffed into him before jumping off the cliff. After three hundred years of prosperous operation, when the low-quality golden elixir was turned into coke by lightning, the "Ant Sutra" he created was being copied by a large number of geniuses on the first page of the jade slips. The evil wind of the Demonic Burial Abyss blew away his left arm, and the killing array of the ancient battlefield chewed up his right leg. The spiritual veins of heaven and earth collapsed in his hands, and in the roar of the stars pouring down, he thought of the little beggar who cried out of hunger in the ruined temple on a snowy night. "It's done..." On the day when the last figure on the mountaintop turned into a vein of minerals, the new beggar gnawed on the spiritual stone on the surface and cursed: "Bah! What a waste of opportunity, Zhu Ya!"