Longevity in Martial Arts: Rising from Herb Pickers

In his previous life, he was a social animal who died suddenly in 996. When he opened his eyes again, he was an orphan collecting medicine in a barren mountain in troubled times. In the last years of the Qian Dynasty, demons were rampant, powerful people cut off the land, and the lives of the people were like straw. It's a blessing to be able to work as a herbal collector in Yulu Hall. But Chen Mo was unwilling to accept it. On the day of time travel, a dusty ruined monument appeared in the depths of the sea of consciousness—— Don't teach the skills, don't give away magic weapons, just do one thing: Refining poison into power, turning death into life. Ghost-faced vine corrodes skin? The remnant monument shook, the toxins disappeared, and the muscles and bones increased. Rotted heart fern enters the bloodstream? Severe pain burned the body, and when he was about to die, his five senses suddenly opened. The dead place of poisonous weeds that everyone avoids has become the nourishment for him to secretly temper his body. While others were still struggling for a ration of food, he had broken through with drugs and stepped onto the threshold of martial arts. When others knelt down and begged his master to take him in, he opened his own meridians with a roll of residual kung fu and half a wisp of pure essence. Hundred Poison SpectrumIn the eyes, all poisons cannot escape; [Inversion of medicinal properties] In the heart, all illusions can be destroyed; [Transformation of heterogeneous energy] into a furnace, turbid gas can also be burned! He does not worship the sect or the family, Just believe in poisoned hands, know the monuments on the sea, and the path under your feet. Others use medicine to refine their lives, but he—— Use poison to refine martial arts and fight for immortality against death.